Chapter 293: The End of the Art, the Pinnacle Realm
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The iron chain shook and flew out of the ground, revealing the yin locust wood coffin buried underground.
Each coffin was pierced through by iron chains, with this place as the core and surrounding it in a circle.
In an instant.
The black murderous aura of the hundred coffins surged.
They were swarming out!
“Retreat!” Zayn Ziegler shouted with bloodshot eyes.
He had no choice but to withdraw. If the sinister corpse poison evil Qi were to invade one’s body, no matter who it was, that person would definitely die.
Everyone kept retreating, leaving the core area.
However, when Simeon Letterman saw the coffins that had emerged from the ground and were arranged neatly in a circle, his face turned pale. He said in a trembling voice, “A hundred coffins as a formation, in line with the changes of the Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces; this is a killing trap!” This was a terrifying plot set up by the ancients!
No one knew what secrets were hidden here.
It was obvious that since it was left behind by the ancients, they set up this method to prevent people from digging underground.
It was very likely that a great secret was hidden underground.
Zayn Ziegler dragged the old man and retreated rapidly at a speed of dozens of meters per second.
Andrew Seal did not retreat. The corpse poison evil Qi could not hurt him.
They feared righteous Qi, but not the yin specters.
It was actually very comfortable for him to be around it!
A yin-yang person was a type of half-dead martial artist.
There were many unusual aspects to it.
At this moment, Braydon Neal stepped on the ground and jumped up. He left the pit and touched his waist with his left hand.
A black ribbon was instantly unsheathed.
The Northern King sword had been unsheathed.
A terrifying vicious weapon that had drunk over a million enemies’ blood.
The most brutal sword in the world.
Only King Braydon could control this weapon.
However, at this moment, the black energy in the coffins kept flowing out along with the coffin.
It was all black corpse poison!
They gathered together, covering the sky and enveloping this area.
Braydon Neal’s eyes turned cold. He flew into the air and used the Taiyi Demon Slaying Art. The corpse poison did not touch his body for a moment, allowing him to see the whole underground.
He laughed lightly, “Such high attainments in setting up formations. Using the hundred coffins as the foundation, the eight trigrams as the formation, and the mystic gate as the variable. Even a king would die if he fell into it!”
The people outside the area trembled.
There was not a single fool present.
Without exception, they understood Braydon’s words.
This was akin to telling evervone that the Derson who had set uD such a killing trap back then was an evil-suppressing master! The ancient evil-suppressing masters.
Every one of them had a name!
In all the dynasties of ancient times, there were evil-suppressing masters!
It was the fate of the country!
They were conferred the title of imperial preceptor!
Their status was high, and their methods were terrifying. Even the emperor had to be respectful.
Was this place a trap left behind by an ancient evil-suppressing master?
Nobody knew!
But now, Braydon wanted to break out of this situation.
Break this killing trap!
Tonight, the Northern King was guarding Preston.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes.
The Northern King sword in Braydon’s left hand flew out.
The pitch-black Northern King sword landed accurately on the ground.
This position was the center of the hundred coffins.
It was the position of the middle palace!
When the Northern King sword was stabbed into the soil.
The entire ground shook violently.
The ferocity that had been restrained completely erupted.
It was as if countless miserable screams were ringing in everyone’s ears. They were all souls who had lost their lives under the Northern King sword.
This sword had killed more than ten thousand people!
Could it be that he still could not suppress this place today?
Using a fierce blade to suppress a hundred coffins!
Only Braydon could do such a thing.
Simeon Letterman said in a trembling voice, “The Northern King’s sword can suppress a hundred coffins. Exquisite! Amazing! ”
“This is the method of the evil-suppressing masters. His Highness the
Northern King is adjusting the strength of the mountain!”
Andrew Seal’s pupils constricted as he looked at Braydon, who was in the air. The wind was blowing, and his white clothes were dancing.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Braydon had just said that there was more than one evil-suppressing master in the country!
It was not only the imperial preceptor in the capital who was an evil -suppressing master!
He, the Northern King, was also an evil-suppressing master!
A young genius who had become an evil-suppressing master at the age of fifteen.
He was known as Hansworth’s Morning Star.
Did you think that the Northern King was as simple as he looked on the surface?
The Northern King sword suppressed the hundred coffins. All the corpse poison and killing intent were suppressed. They could not spread out, let alone hurt people.
Braydon stepped into the sky and flew up against the wind. He smiled faintly. “Evil-suppressing masters walk three paths, and all three are combined into one, but in the end, there’s no way to avoid one word!
“That is… art!
“Back then, I created the eight king-conferring techniques at Preston mountains. One of the techniques was an art!
“The end of the art, the supreme pinnacle!
“With the path of arts, you can enter the pinnacle!
“A peerless posture, standing proudly in the world!
“The world’s martial artists are respected at the pinnacle!”
At this moment, Braydon spoke of the things he had to face as a martial artist.
Above the ninth level was the pinnacle.
Below the pinnacle, they were all ants.
However, Braydon’s eight king-conferring techniques was a path to the pinnacle.
One had to know that Dominic Lowe, the duke, had been trapped in the ninth level for twenty years and had been unable to reach the pinnacle.
If he wanted to become a pinnacle expert, he had to understand his future path.
This path was the path to the pinnacle!
Every path to the pinnacle was unique.
King Braydon was a ruthless person. He had created the eight king-conferring technique at the peak of Mount Bliz at the age of seventeen.
A total of eight pinnacle paths!
If it was given to eight ninth-level kings…
They could create eight more pinnacle experts for Hansworth.
The birth of eight pinnacle experts out of thin air could push Hansworth’s national strength to the top of the world in one fell swoop.
Hansworth was the most respected country in the world!
The one billion people of Hansworth were all like dragons. They did not need to feel inferior when facing anyone outside the world.
Such a grand scene was what King Braydon and his generation pursued.
This was a true strong man!
Hansworth had stood in the world for thousands of years!
In the modern era, he should stand at the top of the world.
The magnanimity of Braydon and the others was something that ordinary people could not understand.
At this moment, Braydon had publicly revealed his eight king-conferring techniques.
An art technique!
The end of the art, the pinnacle of the realm.
Since King Braydon dared to say this, it meant that he had already touched the pinnacle path.
A month later, he would be crowned king on Mount Tanish, which would shock the entire world.
Andrew Seal’s pupils dilated as he looked at the stalwart youth standing in the sky. His thin body faintly emitted a terrifying aura.
This aura was completely devoid of humanity.
Braydon’s temperament had changed drastically. His eyes were indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
This gaze was like that of a God!
There was no humanity, only divinity!
He viewed all living things as ants!
This strange feeling made one’s scalp go numb.
If Cripple Carden and the others were here, they would definitely be able to tell that Braydon had used the eight king-conferring techniques!
Right now, Braydon had no choice.
A trap left behind by an ancient evil-suppressing master was able to ambush and kill king-level characters.
Braydon had a hidden disease in his body, so he could not be contaminated with killing intent. Otherwise, the hidden disease would erupt, and he would be severely injured in an instant.
Once the Northern King was severely injured and his life was in danger, the news would spread.
The eight countries outside the border were bound to rebel at the gates of the northern border.
Braydon was bound by the fate of the country and could not tolerate any mishaps!
Just like now.
Braydon stood in the sky like a God. He placed his right hand behind his waist and moved his left hand slightly.. “Technique of the arts, Five-thunder Technique!”