Chapter 722: A Secret Order from Braydon Neal!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the end, martial artists would even have to beg the heavens to open a line and let them become a pinnacle.

Jonah Shaw, this ruthless person, wanted to forcefully break open the pinnacle door in his body.

Zavier Leach shouted, Jonah, martial artists need to knock on the Heavenly

Gate to enter the pinnacle realm. The rules of martial arts cannot be forgone.

If I dont knock on the Heavenly Gate today, what can the heavens do to me?

Jonah decisively refused. He had never thought of praying to the heavens when he opened the pinnacle door.

If bowing to the heavens was useful, wouldnt that mean that all the martial artists in the world could become a pinnacle?

This bad habit should have been abolished long ago.

Martial artists were arrogant by nature, so why would they fear heaven and earth!

The so-called knocking on the Heavenly Gate was abolished by the pinnacles of the Northern Army.

Boom!

The door to the pinnacle in Jonahs body opened.

It was the door to turning force into spiritual energy and fusing it with the blood.

It opened at Jonahs sternum.

Jonahs aura suddenly increased by more than ten times.

The pinnacle martial artist, Jonah Shaw!

Under the watchful eyes of the thousands of pinnacles from the hundreds of countries outside the borders, a new pinnacle was born in Hansworth. In fact, Jonah was not the only pinnacle that would be born today.

There was also the white-robed gray wolf Hendrix Bailey.

This commander of the Gray Wolf Army stood on the altar. The Gray Wolf image on his body emitted a murderous and powerful aura. The aura around his body was stronger and stronger.

Hendrix said softly, Two years ago, I discovered the door to the pinnacle in my body, but I did not open it. I suppressed myself for today!

The few of them were all here for todays Mount Tanish t.i.tle conferment ceremony.

In order to help Braydon Neal resist the fate of the country, they chose to break through to the pinnacle realm today.

With the momentum of their breakthrough, they would share the power of the national fate and not let Braydon get injured.

At this moment, the white-robed gray wolf Hendrix reached the pinnacle realm.

Westley Hader had a flying fish form behind him.

The flying fish was the Roc!

Westleys combat technique was the most peculiar one. It had three forms.

When it met water. it had one form.

When it touched the ground, it had another form.

The Roc was not weaker than the Gray Wolf and Jonah.

Westley stood at the altar. This black-robed youth was still as calm as ever, as if his expression would not change even if Mount Tanish collapsed.

He was Dominic Lowes favorite candidate for the next duke.

In a few years, Westley would most probably take over the position of duke of the capital.

The head of civil officials, the duke!

It would definitely belong to Westley.

Westleys thin lips moved slightly. Activate!

Boom!

Westley stood on the altar. His hands emitted a dazzling light as he held the national fate and slowly absorbed it.

Others were resisting the national fate, while Westley was absorbing it for his own use!

This was the domineering nature of the black cloud flying fish robes owner!

A pinnacle pressure appeared on Westleys body.

Skylar Neal, Tobey Lapras, and the others followed closely behind and broke through to the pinnacle realm.

It was the pinnacle era that Braydon had personally started.

It had finally arrived!

The Kylo ban had been abolished.

Almost all of the worlds pinnacles had appeared.

As for the seventh layer of national fate, it had completely descended.

The thick mist enveloped the entire altar, and no one could see what was going on inside.

When the mist of national fate completely descended, everyone on the altar was injured.

All of them were heavily injured.

The fate of the country was way too heavy. Frediano spat out a mouthful of blood and instantly knelt on one knee. The ground exploded and dust flew up.

The little devil, Harvey, was no exception. He used the Reversal Chaos Technique to the limit and continuously destroyed the thick mist of national fate in an attempt to reduce the pressure on everyone.

What are you waiting for, old demon? he asked hoa.r.s.ely. The injuries caused by the national fate can easily damage ones foundation and cause ones lifespan to be reduced.

Are you going to continue staying hidden? Wheres your national path to the pinnacle?

Harvey roared.

His voice made Martial Emperor Yanagi and the others outside the altar look worried.

Braydon stood on the altar with his hands behind his back. He looked at Westley and the others who could not hold on any longer. He knew that they would definitely not listen to him.

None of them were willing to leave!

Braydon had no choice but to let them suffer a little.

Then, to everyones surprise, Braydon flicked his fingers and attacked everyone on the altar.

Harvey, Westley Hader, Jonah, and the others all flew out of the altar.

Brother!

Westleys expression changed. His body was sent flying, and his face was filled with shock and anger.

Braydon didnt hurt them and had kicked them out of the altar.

In the next moment.

The thick mist of national fate instantly descended.

Pfft!

Braydon, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, was unable to withstand this terrifying force. He instantly knelt on one knee.

How heavy was the seventh level of the nations fate?

If 10,000 ordinary martial artists were present, they would be crushed into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess in an instant.

If 100,000 ordinary people were here, they would instantly turn into meat paste.

This was the fate of Hansworth.

It carried the hope of one billion people of Hansworth.

The fate of the nation had transformed into a thick mist.

How could it be so easy for martial artists to resist with their flesh and blood?

The Northern King was finally injured.

His knelt on his left knee. A faint red color appeared on his knee, and the altar was dyed red with blood.

Braydons spine was straight and stiff.

This scene made Jonahs red eyes almost split open. He turned around and was about to rush up to the altar.

Stop! Braydon said coldly.

Brother, open the Qilin ranking and share the fate of the country. If we succeed, everyone will live together. If we fail, we will die together! Jonahs voice was hoa.r.s.e.

On Mount Tanish, more than 2,000 capital garrison soldiers drew their cold swords. Their tiger eyes were filled with fanaticism as they roared hoa.r.s.ely, We live with the commander. If the commander is defeated, we will follow him to the death!

There were no cowardly people in the Northern Army!

Braydon took on the fate of the country alone. He smiled like an elder brother and said coldly, All of the Northern Army subordinates, listen to my orders! No! The Sovereign King of Perpetual Darkness, Harvey, said stubbornly.

Today, if I succeed, I can still protect you for the rest of my life. However, if I lose, my soul will die on Mount Tanish, and the Northern Army will be under Skylars command!

Braydon left behind one last military order and said, Harvey will return to Kylo, Jonah goes to the South Pole Prison and is never to return!

Today, if Braydon died under the fate of the country

After the fall of the Northern King.

The power structure of the world was bound to change greatly.

The old fogeys of the four great ent.i.ties would definitely settle the accounts with the Northern Army.

Only Kylo could protect Harvey. Jonah would go to the South Pole martial artist prison and rule over there. No one could touch him there!

Syrus was the Crown Prince of the capital. With Martial Emperor Yanagi protecting him, no one dared to take the Crown Princes life.

As for Westley the others, they would have to return to Kylo.

At the same time, Braydon secretly ordered his younger brother, Skylar, to rule the northern desert once he became king and had taken over the Northern Army!

Remember, he would be a king, not a conferred king!

Skylar would lead all the soldiers of the Northern Army and become the king of the northern desert. He was like a tiger that could never go south.

At that time, no matter how many parties targeted them, no one would be able to charge into the Northern Armys base camp.

Because that place had been run by Braydon for many years!

At this moment.

Martial Emperor Yanagis eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, Braydon, retreat from the altar and let the fate of the nation fall!

If he were to leave the altar and the nations fate were to fall to the ground, it would mean that he had failed to receive the t.i.tle!