Chương 1122: Art Suppressing the Mortal Realm

Braydon Neal's right hand was behind his back, and his left hand slightly moved as he looked at the national fate above his head turning into a calamity.

In an instant, the torrential rain turned into swords, and the national fate turned into a blade.

The national fate transformed into a calamity, the heavenly blade.

Swish!

There was a total of seven national fate swords fiercely descending.

The power of this national fate calamity surpassed the calamity Braydon encountered on Mount Tanish last year.

Braydon remained fearless, his left hand subtly moving as the power of the national fate spread, forming a war blade.

In Braydon's palm, a heavenly blade appeared!

Heavenly blade against heavenly blade!

Braydon rose into the air, facing the seven national fate swords, softly saying, "A blade inherently holds the power to slaughter all things in the world!"

The blade rose.