Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation     Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Cain Flanaganâs words were like a bucket of cold water, waking everyone up.
The sovereign pinnacle realm was a legend.
Most of the young people present were arrogant people, but none of them dared to stand out arrogantly and say that they could reach the sovereign pinnacle realm in the future.
Only after reaching the pinnacle realm would one understand how difficult it was to cultivate this realm!
Cainâs vitality was as high as 500 Na.
It was already not easy to break through the shackles of the low-level pinnacle realm and reach the high-level pinnacle realm before the next hundred years.
The limit of a low-level pinnacle was 10,000 Na of vitality!
To cultivate to this step, a large number of spirit herbs were needed.
As a high-level pinnacle, it was even more difficult to take a step forward. It was difficult to cultivate, and the difficulty was not much lower than the previous cultivation.
Pinnacle martial artists seemed to be able to live for 500 years.
In actual fact, for many pinnacle martial artists, they might not be able to become high-level pinnacle martial artists before their death.
As for conferred pinnacles, they would need opportunities!
Everyone knew that martial arts were difficult to cultivate.
But now, Braydon Neal told Cain that he could become a sovereign pinnacle in the future.
How could Cain believe the words of a cripple!
Braydonâs left hand brushed past the dark night and said domineeringly, âScatter!â
Swoosh!
The lightning in the sky instantly dissipated.
Braydonâs attainments in the path of arts were probably already on the path to great success.
Braydon calmly looked at Cain, then at the three Confucian disciples, the two descendants of the School of Yin and Yang, and so on.
They all thought that Braydon had been crippled!
Indeed, to outsiders, it was very difficult to understand the cultivation path of a monster like King Braydon.
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and spat out a stream of purple
It was none other than the wisp of purple Qi that heaven-gazing roaring statue had given birth to.
Kinslee Mayer went over and stretched out his hand, asking, âWe agreed that the thing belongs to me!â âIâll give you one later!â
Braydon said lightly.
Kinsleeâs face darkened and he said in a low voice, âWhat do you mean? You want to take my purple Qi?!â
Braydon ignored him and shouted, âNow!â
Swoosh!
Three streaks of purple Qi appeared from Braydonâs body.
Braydon had been on Mount Woolas for several days, living in seclusion in his room. Every day, he would gather a wisp of purple Qi.
In three days, he had naturally condensed three wisps of purple Qi.
In addition to the wisp of purple Qi that came from the heaven-gazing roaring statue.
They were four streams of purple Qi that surrounded Braydon.
Everyone was instantly stunned.
There were other wisps of purple Qi on Braydonâs body!
âYou have other wisps or purple on your cam could not help but be spocked.
Braydon stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. He said calmly, âPurple Qi entering the body, returning to the pinnacle!â
Four streaks of purple Qi surrounded Braydonâs head.
Then, they all entered his body!
Braydonâs door to the pinnacle opened at the Tianling point above his head.
The purple Qi entered his body and turned into vitality.
Under everyoneâs watchful eyes.
Braydonâs thin body stood in the dark night, faintly releasing a powerful pinnacle fluctuation.
Braydonâs vitality increased from o to 100 Na.
200 Na!
300 Na!
400 Na!
His vitality had increased by 400 Na, stunning everyone.
A sudden increase of several hundred Na of vitality in one night could be described as an increase of 40,000 pounds of strength.
Such a terrifying cultivation method.
In the entire world, no one was as stunning as Braydon.
Even if there were, perhaps only the elites of the Northern Army could compare with him.
All the talented martial artists of the aristocratic families on Mount Woolas thought that King Braydon was already a cripple.
The truth shocked the martial artists present!
Braydon had used up all his pinnacle blood, but it did not affect his pinnacle foundation at all.
Braydon had used his 100,000 Na of vitality to create the strongest foundation. It was very strong.
It was like the foundation of a hundred-story building.
Even if a building with one or two stories was built and then destroyed, it would not affect the foundation of a hundred-story building at all.
Braydon himself was in such a situation.
Previously, his 220 Na of vitality had been crippled just like that. He did it without hesitation
Tonight, Braydon had gathered his pinnacle blood and once again dominated the world with 400 Na of vitality.
Braydon stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, stepping in the dark night. His thin body emitted a powerful pressure as he stared at Cain and said calmly, âIs this crippled body worthy of your attention now?â
âYou scattered all your pinnacle blood and instantly gathered your vitality. What exactly is your pinnacle foundation?â
Cain was horrified.
From this moment on, he no longer had the desire to compete with Braydon.
The white-robed youth before him was like the ruler of the mortal world. He was way too terrifying!
No one dared to call Braydon a cripple.
Have you ever seen a cripple whose vitality increased by 400 Na overnight?
He was clearly the most terrifying genius in history!
Coincidentally, at this moment.
Lowman Kramer, who was one the three sons of Confucianism, looked at the back of Braydonâs left hand. His pupils constricted as he said in shock and anger, âThe nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark is the symbol of the Jansky family!â
âYouâ¦â
Cain started retreating.
Previously, Braydon had used up all of his pinnacle blood on Mount Woolas and forced out the bloodline of the Jansky family in his body. He had cut off the mark of the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark on the back of his hand.
However, this mark had appeared again!
This proved that Braydon did not cripple himself!
The Jansky familyâs nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark marked the possessor of the strongest talent!
After Braydonâs vitality had been restored, the nine-petal Fiery Lotus Mark on the back of his hand reappeared.
Braydon stood on top of everyoneâs heads with his hands behind his back. His voice echoed in the dark night as he said indifferently, âTonight, those who join the military as generals can live!
âIf you become a general in the Northern Army, I will allow you to become a sovereign pinnacle!â
Braydonâs promise was followed by his order to kill.
These two sentences seemed to be two choices.
In reality, it was one choice!
All the martial artists there had to become generals in the Northern Army.
On the contrary, with Braydonâs personality, he would definitely kill these people if they could not be used to his benefit.
The entire place was silent.
Cain, who was the first to attack, had already lost his desire to fight.
However, there were still people in the aristocratic families who were unwilling to submit to the Northern Army.
At the back of the crowd, someone said sinisterly, âEveryone, letâs attack together and kill our way out of Mount Woolas. The aristocratic families have been standing in Hansworth for thousands of years. How can we surrender to the Northern Army?â
His cold words were instigating.
Braydonâs eyes were like lightning as he looked at the skinny young man at the back of the crowd. He raised his hand and pointed it at the skinny young man. His voice was like a tigerâs roar, and his pressure swept out. âKill!â
Swoosh!
It was the one-armed Maddox Johnstone again. He took a step forward and unsheathed his sword.
The Northern Cold Sword swept through the night and slashed at the skinny youth.
Maddox cut off his head with his sword, and blood splattered in the sky. He said indifferently, âThe Garrison King Order has been issued, summoning all martial artists to the front line. Those who do not obey the order will be killed without mercy!â
Only one personâs will covered the vast Mount Woolas.
That was the Garrison King, Braydon Neal!
Braydon walked up to Cain with his hands behind his back. He didnât say a word as he looked at him indifferently.
His gaze was fixed on him, but he did not say anything.
This was his last chance.
If Cain submitted to the Northern Army, Braydon would allow him to reach the sovereign pinnacle realm.
If he did not, he would die here today.
Under Braydonâs gaze.
Cainâs face was pale, and cold sweat appeared on his temples.. As a direct descendant of the school of legalism, he finally slowly bowed down and said hoarsely, âTonight, I will join the Northern Army!â