Chapter 1364: Chapter 1364: None of Them are Weaklings

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Immediately, just as the power threatened to engulf Xander Lastor, a firm hand reached out from behind him, seizing his shoulder and yanking him back forcefully.

Xander let out a breath and turned to face Jaromir Neal.

“This elder is eons ahead of us. It’s a feat for him to have brought the battle this far,” Jaromir remarked casually.

Cassian Lavoie gripped his spear tightly, brimming with determination.

“Now it’s my turn. Let’s see how wicked your primordial chaos energy truly is!”

With those words, he thrust his spear forward, its momentum intent on annihilation.

But the young man in the Daoist robe swiftly countered, his hands tracing invisible patterns, directing the spear’s trajectory.

“What trickery is this?” Cassian grunted, struggling against the Daoist-robed figure’s control over his weapon.

“The power of paths,” the Daoist-robed figure replied, his smile warm but firm.

“Bullshit!” Cassian roared, his frustration mounting.

Yet, before he could retaliate, the Daoist-robed man spoke gently, “Kylo doesn’t seek enmity with you. And we are not sworn adversaries. It’s all a misunderstanding. Braydon Neal is Kylo’s 73rd successor, the future master of our sect.”

“You’ve got some nerve mentioning Thirteen. My nephew nearly lost his life in Kylo!” Constantine Siegel advanced, his body radiating with killing intent as he bellowed, “Dual-pupils, awaken!”

Constantine unfurled his dual-pupils, revealing a pair of eyes with a depth that seemed to pierce through time itself.

With his pupils activated, Constantine’s gaze seemed to encompass the rotation of the sun and moon, the revival of withered flora, and the resurgence of life.

The young man’s demeanor grew solemn; he understood the formidable might of Constantine’s dual-pupils.

As the Taiji Diagram beneath his feet shattered, a sliver of primordial chaos energy once again materialized, acting as a barrier against Constantine’s piercing gaze.

Yet, as the primordial chaos energy warded off the scrutiny, Constantine’s eyes began to bleed from the strain.

For the dual-pupils could peer into the very essence of existence, yet the nature of primordial chaos energy remained inscrutable, impervious even to their insight.

Meanwhile, Fredrich Truitt unleashed an assault without the aid of weaponry, showcasing the full might of his overlord body.

His fist collided with the Taiji Diagram, causing it to quiver slightly under the impact.

On the sidelines, Darian Sinclair pocketed his jade flute, refraining from intervention.

Offense wasn’t his forte, and he knew that heedlessly joining the fray would only exacerbate the situation.

Nevertheless, anyone capable of subduing the formidable chimera wasn’t to be trifled with.

With a cold glare, Jaromir joined the assault.

Already fatigued from fending off the individual attacks, the young man in the Daoist robe found himself overwhelmed by their combined onslaught.

Fredrich and his companions were united in their aggression.

The young man in the Daoist robe stood as the second-generation master, the offspring of Kylo’s progenitor, and a master of the Kylo Canon.

Despite his stature, he found himself increasingly subdued, his countenance growing somber.

“Friends, Kylo seeks no enmity with you,” he declared, his tone grave. “Continuing this conflict will force us to resort to lethal measures. Should that come to pass, none will emerge unscathed, and all may face the specter of death.”

“Kylo has already delivered justice for the child,” he continued, addressing Jaromir, Fredrich, Cassian, Xander, and Constantine. “The perpetrator who stole the child’s heavenly path bloodline has met his end, along with his accomplices. This retribution ought to suffice.”

Yet, despite his plea for peace, the Daoist-robed youth found himself relentlessly assailed by the collective onslaught.

Suppressed and cornered, he knew that his only recourse lay in unleashing a deadly technique.

But such an action would condemn them all to mutual destruction.

Kylo had sown the seeds of a blood feud, ensuring that henceforth, its disciples would face the wrath of the thirteen disciples of the Spirit Sea, whether within the Kylo Ruins or venturing into the Spirit Sea.

The toll of lives would be grim indeed, an inevitable consequence of the power wielded by great factions.

Undeterred, Jaromir pressed his assault, employing spatial manipulation to confound his adversary.

Amidst the chaos, Fredrich proposed a compromise, “Kylo may have given Trevon justice, but we want access to the Kylo Canon in exchange for peace.”

This coveted scripture, held by the second generation alone, remained beyond the reach of even Kylo’s other masters.

They were outsiders with ambitions to obtain it, but their hopes seemed overly optimistic.

“The Kylo Canon is the prized possession of our lineage. It cannot be handed over to outsiders,” the young man retorted icily.

In response, Jaromir and Fredrich launched a ruthless assault, determined to wrest the Kylo Canon from its keeper.

But the young man remained steadfast, refusing to yield.

Today, the canon would not change hands.

Yet, despite their relentless aggression, the young man in the Daoist robe sought to avert a fatal confrontation.

“I can tend to Trevon’s wounds,” he offered. “In exchange, let Trevon become my disciple and the direct inheritor of the Kylo Canon.”

Although the Kylo Canon was not to be shared with outsiders, Braydon’s lineage connection to Kylo through Trevon offered a loophole.

As the 73rd successor, Braydon’s son could be considered part of the Kylo family, paving the way for his eventual inheritance of the sacred text.

Fredrich turned to Braydon for his decision, but Braydon remained silent.

In his heart, he harbored reservations about Trevon joining Kylo.

Lino Whipple said, “There are countless disciples in Kylo, and Trevon has endured enough suffering. The ancestor has intervened and broken free from the seal; no one will ever hurt Trevon anymore.”

“I don’t believe you!”

With determination, Braydon bent down to lift his son and departed.

Today, he was once again disappointed by Kylo.

Trevon had nearly lost his life within Kylo’s walls.

How could Braydon entrust his safety to them again?

Braydon believed that his child didn’t require instruction from anyone else.

If Trevon desired to learn martial arts, as his father, Braydon would take on the role of his teacher.

Yet, the battle persisted.

Jaromir and his companions fought the second-generation master fiercely, pushing them to enclose half of the Kylo Ruins within the Taiji Diagram.

In the chaos, Fredrich and Cassian suffered severe injuries from a wisp of primordial chaos Qi, while Xander’s sword struck the second-generation master, piercing his body.

Jaromir, showing no mercy, inflicted a debilitating blow, breaking one of the second-generation master’s arms.

Despite the ferocity of the conflict, Kylo remained steadfast in their refusal to relinquish the Kylo Canon—the bedrock of their lineage.

Even in the face of potential destruction, they stood firm.

Recognizing the futility of further confrontation, Jaromir wisely chose to cease hostilities.

He understood that compelling the second-generation master to surrender the canon would only result in further casualties.

It simply wasn’t worth the cost.

Outside, atop Mount Kylo, Heather Sage anxiously awaited Braydon’s return, holding her daughter Judith Neal’s hand.

As time passed, her worry grew until finally, the bronze doors swung open, revealing Braydon cradling Trevon in his arms.

“You’re back,” Heather greeted him gently.

“Daddy!” Judith exclaimed happily.

“I’m sorry,” Braydon apologized softly, his gaze meeting Heather’s.

But Heather dismissed his apology with a tender smile.

“There’s no need to apologize. It’s not your fault. Judith wants to return home. Kylo isn’t where we belong.”

“Back to Preston!”

Braydon departed Mount Kylo with his wife, daughter, Laura Quinn, Qahira Sage, and Ginny Neal.

It was evident that Mount Kylo was far from being a safe haven.

Accompanied by Darian, Braydon ventured into the outside world.

“Thirteen, once you’ve settled Trevon and Judith, make your way to the Spirit Sea. There’s something waiting for you there,” Darian informed him.

“Got it,” Braydon acknowledged, agreeing to journey to the Spirit Sea.

He felt indebted to Constantine for his numerous acts of assistance, as well as to Fredrich and the others for their kindness on this day, both past and present.

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