Editor:Â EndlessFantasy Translation
The names of the two aboriginal divines.
One of them was at the seventh level of the divine realm; the upper ranks of the divine realm.
One of them was at the sixth level of the divine realm; the middle ranks of the divine realm.
The burly figure of Mansa betrayed a hint of solemnity in his gaze.
He was well aware of the challenge posed by confronting Braydon Neal.
However, they had identified Braydonâs vulnerabilityâhis mental power.
Despite his formidable combat prowess, Braydonâs mental power remained at the level of an emperor, unable to withstand the impact of divine-level mental power.
Mansa and Hondo exchanged glances, synchronously unleashing their mental power.
Mansaâs mental power expanded like a vast sea, encompassing a radius of a thousand miles, while Hondo focused his mental power on Braydonâs spiritual aperture.
Braydonâs response was calm.
Having spent five years cultivating in the Star Tower, he had long recognized his weakness and devised countermeasures.
A rune materialized between his eyebrowsâa nine-layered construct forged from mental power, resilient and impervious to the corrosive effects of mental power.
Unfazed, Braydon swiftly advanced, his movement technique even more elusive than six months prior.
Despite their efforts, Mansa and Hondo found themselves unable to suppress Braydonâs speed.
In a blink, Braydon stood before Mansa.
Mansaâs expression shifted abruptly, a mixture of shock and anger. âMental power canât suppress you anymore?â
There was silence as Braydon initiated his move, unveiling the 3,000 imperial path behind him.
Each imperial path had reached the third levelâa feat attained by only a select few, and a few of the imperial paths had even reached the ninth level.
The staggering realization dawned: all 3,000 imperial paths had transcended into the third level simultaneously.
The implications were profoundâBraydon had ascended to the third level of the emperor realm.
The battle prowess of a third-level emperor surpassed that of a new emperor by a staggering 300 times.
But what of the amplification potential of the 3,000 imperial paths?
The third level of the imperial path boasted an amplification of 3,000 timesâan astonishing total of 900,000 times the strength of a new emperor!
Yet, despite the heavens and earthâs suppression, Braydonâs strength could only be magnified by a factor of 10,000âa power equivalent to Braydon alone, akin to 10,000 third-level emperors combined.
His combat prowess surged to a mind-boggling 900,000 times that of a new emperor!
Braydonâs monstrous capabilities warranted comparison only to the strongest, not the feeble.
In the realm beyond, any divine could kill a million kings with ease.
With the cultivation of the 3,000 imperial paths, each minor advancement equated to othersâ major stridesâa terrifying prospect indeed.
Having reached the third level of the emperor realm, Braydonâs combat might surpassed that of an ordinary emperor by a staggering 900,000-fold.
It surpassed a second-level emperor realm by thousands of times, exceeded the third level by 3,000 times, and dwarfed the fourth level by 1,000 timesâa testament to the diminishing gap as one ascended.
This principle underscored the relentless ascent of the mighty, rendering comparisons with martial artists of lower realms futile.
The disparity was huge.
At the moment of Braydonâs strike, Mansa was flabbergasted.
In just a few months, Braydonâs combat prowess had skyrocketed to a terrifying level.
As a divine-level figure, even a casual blow from him could pack a force a thousand times greater than that of an ordinary emperor.
With his status as a seventh-level emperor, employing the power of the divine pill would amplify his strength to a staggering 7,000 times that of a typical emperor.
Utilizing the divine path and harnessing the surrounding power of Heaven and Earth could unleash sevenfold powerâan all-out assault reaching 49,000 times the normal level.
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The disparity in strength between a divine and an emperor amounted to tens of thousands of times.
An emperor wouldnât be able to sustain the mere pressure of a divine.
Yet, Hansworth had birthed a prodigyâthe formidable Braydon Neal.
Despite only being at the third level of the emperor realm, his combat prowess eclipsed that of an ordinary emperor by a staggering 900,000 timesâa true super-monster.
With a single punch, Braydon demonstrated his unparalleled might.
The force of the fist distorted space, culminating in a resounding bang as it struck.
Mansa, gripped by terror, summoned all his strength in a futile attempt to resist.
Yet, despair engulfed him as Braydonâs newfound battle prowess became painfully evident.
With his combat strength surging three to five hundred thousand times over, Mansa faced an onslaught that was aimed at an extreme divine.
Previously, upon Braydonâs entry into the quasi-emperor realm, whispers circulated of his combat prowess rivaling that of a divine.
Now, with his cultivation base ascending, Braydonâs potential appeared even more ominous.
The punch descended, unleashing a torrent of terrifying power that engulfed Mansa entirely.
Despite his status as a seventh-level divine, he was unable to withstand the onslaught.
His body shattered, the divine pill disintegrating into a bloody mistâMansa met his demise in an instant.
Hondo, a sixth-level divine, recoiled in horror, contemplating escape.
However, his speed paled in comparison to Braydonâs lightning-fast movements.
Attempting to flee, he found himself outmatched as Braydon vanished in the blink of an eyeâutilizing spatial translocation to close the distance with alarming speed.
Having merged with the Space Heart, Braydon acquired a space constitution, rendering him impervious to the pressures of space.
It was akin to a fish effortlessly gliding through water.
With the ability to teleport up to a hundred miles, Braydon materialized before Hondo, who, in a desperate bid for escape, found himself frozen in fear as Braydon appeared before him with lightning speed.
Completely dumbfounded, Hondo couldnât comprehend how Braydon had suddenly surpassed him.
âPlease, go on your way,â Braydon uttered calmly.
In the blink of an eye, Braydon extended his left hand, conjuring black threads that materialized in the space before him.
With a swift motion, a finger sliced through the void, the spatial laceration extending a hundred meters in length.
With a series of swift slashes, Hondoâs body was cleaved in two, his divine pill meeting the same fate.
Even his divine-level armor offered no protection against the devastating attack.
Another divine fell, slain by Braydonâs hand.
With two divines now vanquished, Rayha Qhobela found herself gripped by terror.
It seemed like just yesterday that Braydon was merely a fledgling in the pinnacle realm.
In just a few short years, he had risen to unimaginable heights.
Braydonâs progression to this level was truly astonishingâthe pace of his growth was monstrously rapid.
Today alone, he employed three spatial secret techniques: spatial translocation, spatial teleportation, and spatial lacerationâeach one instilling fear in even the most formidable divine.
As Rayha fled, Braydon made no attempt to pursue her, offering her a route to escape.
He no longer perceived her as a threat, though the 16th ruin would no longer serve as her sanctuary.
Controlling the five-element compass, Xetsa Yeza retracted it into her body, absorbing and breaking down all previous attacks into the five elements.
This cultivation path was undeniably terrifying, its revelations growing more shocking as time progressed.
âHave you cultivated spatial techniques?â Xetsa inquired curiously.
âSome time ago, I inherited a technique from someone,â Braydon responded.
Xetsa pondered this revelation.
She was aware of the ancient inheritance within the ruins.
Having received an inheritance herself in her youth, she understood the significance of cultivating ancient martial arts, especially in the context of the five-element cultivation method.
Hence, Xetsa opted to delve into the realm of ancient martial arts, harboring her own secrets.
âIâm heading to the bronze door,â Braydon informed her, meeting Xetsaâs gaze.
âLetâs go together!â Xetsaâs eyes gleamed with curiosity, eager to ascertain the extent of Braydonâs combat prowess.
Braydon accepted her company without hesitation, and the two embarked on their journey.
Utilizing spatial translocation, Braydon swiftly transported them to the bronze door in mere moments.
âSpatial techniques truly possess an air of mystery and terror,â Xetsa remarked in awe as they conversed.
Their arrival did not go unnoticed, drawing attention from the onlookers.
However, this time, Braydon refrained from unleashing his lethal force.
âBraydon, how dare you challenge us once more!â the giant ape growled, its eyes ablaze with unyielding ferocity.