Chapter 979: Old Ancestor, Kill Him!
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“I’ll go with you!”
“Jovanny, open the scabbard,” Jethroe Jansky turned around and said in a low voice.
“There’s no hurry. If Banko really has supreme pinnacles, they probably won’t bother to attack Luke. If they really don’t care about their reputation and attack their juniors, on the day of the Global Martial Artist Summit, if the young geniuses of Banko dare to show themselves, it will be the time for us to disregard everything and attack the young geniuses of Banko!”
Dexter Jansky’s eyes revealed a cold killing intent.
There were over a hundred upper rank pinnacles who could cultivate to this stage. They were all ruthless people whose hands were stained with the blood of their peers.
None of the powerful pinnacles were kind people.
They were all ruthless and decisive people.
If this kind of martial artist chose to ignore all the rules and attack the younger generation of martial artists.
It was obvious that it would be a disaster.
Braydon Neal’s eyes were filled with worry. “Just because their supreme pinnacles aren’t making a move doesn’t mean that the other supreme pinnacles won’t.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
In the northwest of Fura Island, a golden light of the imperial path shone into the sky.
The pillar of light shot into the clouds, reaching a thousand meters long, exuding supreme pressure.
This was the power of the imperial decree!
Someone had forced out the power of imperial decree contained in Luke’s body.
This meant that the martial artist’s strength was far above Little Fool’s.
Braydon’s eyes turned cold, but he didn’t go over to help Luke.
Immediately after, a voice that seemed to have traveled through the ages appeared in the sky northwest of Fura Island.
“A saint’s virtue is vast and mighty, and his majesty is awe-inspiring!”
Each of the words carried the might of the emperor.
These words could resist the eruption of power.
A yellow-robed figure stood between heaven and earth, as if he had supreme glory when he was alive.
Emperor Soho’s figure.
The power of the imperial decree was fully activated, and in an instant, the vitality in the little fool’s body was completely sucked out.
Even so, this power was still not enough.
Therefore, the yellow-robed figure was somewhat illusory.
The little fool stood under a tree and cried out in a half-dead voice. “Old b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you don’t have any morals. How dare you sneak attack me!”
Not far away, a chaos pinnacle stood with a terrified expression on his old face.
He said in horror, “The imperial decree of Hansworth, the shadow of Emperor Soho, you… Who exactly are you?”
“I’m your father. Old ancestor, kill him!”
The little fool had been drained of all his vitality. He, who had always been lively and vigorous, was now squatting on the ground with his head drooping, screaming for Emperor Soho’s shadow to kill this chaos pinnacle.
The yellow-robed figure pointed in the air, bringing with it the pressure of heaven and earth.
His finger was like heavenly might.
The ground cracked for ten miles. The chaos pinnacle turned into a blood mist with a bang.
Killed on the spot!
This was the power of Emperor Soho’s decree.
The chaos pinnacle was no match for his finger.
Luke huffed and puffed as he got up from the ground. Like a monkey, he hugged Emperor Soho from behind and fell asleep. He mumbled, “I’m sleepy!”
This was the first time ever since Little Fool started practicing martial arts that all of his strength was drained.
With his strength exhausted and his condition dispirited, how could he not feel sleepy?
Emperor Soho’s figure was made of energy, so he allowed Luke to grab him without hurting Foolish at all.
Because Luke was the one who inherited the legacy of Emperor Soho!
Throughout the past thousand years, their ancestors have placed the most importance on inheritance.
The ancestors had souls, so why would they hurt the descendants?
Emperor Soho’s figure allowed Luke to hang on to him. He slowly took a step forward and walked through the night like a natural emperor. No one dared to block his path.
The figure went up to Braydon and disappeared on its own. The little fool landed on the ground and was held by Braydon with both hands. He looked at the big fool sleeping soundly.
Braydon shook his head gently and handed Luke over to Dexter. “Thank you, everyone. Help me take care of Luke,” he said softly.
“Family Leader, I know you want to s.n.a.t.c.h the fate of Banko, but if Banko really has supreme pinnacles, you will be in greater danger if you stay here for even a moment. You should leave as soon as possible.”
Dexter urged Braydon to leave.
There was most probably at least one supreme pinnacle in Banko. That person was definitely an old antique.
No one knew who it was.
However, if Braydon insisted on taking action and s.n.a.t.c.hing the fate of Banko…
Would the supreme pinnacle make a move?
Once the supreme pinnacle made his move, Braydon would die without a doubt.
After all, the Jansky family had already witnessed the horror of the supreme pinnacle in the Neal family’s manor.
There seemed to be only one step between the sovereign pinnacle and supreme pinnacle.
However, this step was as difficult to cross as a natural moat.
The difference in strength between the two was like a chasm.
Opening the spiritual aperture.
A pinnacle without an opened spiritual aperture was completely incomparable to a supreme pinnacle with an opened spiritual aperture.
The two were not on the same level at all.
Braydon clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the altar three miles away. He looked at the hundred miles of national fate and said softly, “I want to suppress the heavens. Once I step on this path, there is no turning back. So what if Banko has a supreme pinnacle? It’s fine if that person doesn’t attack today, but if they dare to attack, tonight will be the day they die.”
He said softly.
Braydon was still as calm as ever, and his tone was still very calm.
It was as if Braydon was not too afraid of the supreme pinnacle of Banko.
Even if the supreme pinnacle was still alive, his lifespan was probably at its end.
He was just a remnant of the peak of ancient martial arts. He had lived an ign.o.ble existence until now and could not be compared to the Sovereign Lord teacher behind Braydon.
Braydon crossed his hands behind his back and flew toward the altar in the distance.
On the altar stood a young man. He was wearing a spotless training suit, and his body was as straight as a spear.
Based on this point alone, the son of the national fate of Banko was much stronger than Leocadio Delgado of Marshland and Song Woo Hoon of Song.
The son of the country chosen by Banko was no simple person!
He might really have a chance to carry the fate of Banko.
Banko had a population of over 100 million, and such a prodigy was born.
Braydon was not surprised!
In the darkness of the night, Braydon suddenly descended.
It alarmed the experts from all directions.
All of them were pinnacle martial artists of Banko. There were men and women, old and young. There were more than fifty of them.
Banko had more than fifty pinnacles?
This was clearly abnormal.
“The officials of Banko have joined forces with the local martial artists and sects?” Braydon asked softly with a faint smile.
In the hundred countries of the world, each family had their own local martial arts forces. They were either sects or martial arts aristocratic families.
However, every country had one thing in common.
They were the aristocratic families that had been around for hundreds of years. They were like overlords, so they wouldn’t dare to touch them easily. Moreover, they were quite domineering.
The pinnacles around the altar should be from the martial artist families of Banko.
Then, the person on the altar who carried the fate of Banko was not Jisho Takaeda. There was no doubt that he was a genius from Banko’s martial arts aristocratic family.
Perhaps this was the only way for these old things to go all out against the Takaeda family.
From the east of the altar, a black-robed youth slowly walked out. He had a dignified and gloomy expression. “Northern King, you really dare to come to Banko!”
“Jisho Takaeda?”
Braydon looked at him and smiled faintly.