Chapter 2118: Teleportation Array Chapter 2118: Teleportation Array Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “That spirit bird is about to fly to the distant peaks.
Now, neither of us can win.
Why don’t we forget about this bet?” Braydon Neal ignored him and looked at the night crow.
“Just treat this guy as your breakfast this morning.” The night crow immediately nodded.
It suddenly pressed down with its claws, waves of power radiating from them.
The cold man’s expression changed drastically as he shouted at Braydon.
“Junior Brother Braydon, are you really going to be so ruthless?
It’s just a duel.
There’s no need to ruin the friendship between fellow disciples.” “Friendship?” Braydon sneered.
“I’m the one being crushed under my spirit beast, and you still want to talk about friendship?
Ridiculous!” At that moment, the night crow’s claws descended abruptly.
Blood gushed out as the cold man’s face turned pale.
He watched helplessly as the Scarlet Flame Eagle he had painstakingly raised was devoured by the night crow.
His eyes filled with anger.
“Junior Brother Braydon, don’t forget what you just said.” “It’s almost three minutes.
Let’s see how you’ll kill that spirit bird.
If you fail today, you’ll end up just like my Scarlet Flame Eagle!” Crossing his arms, the cold man stood aside, quietly waiting for the show.
The spirit bird was already nearing the neighboring Eighth Peak.
Unless Braydon killed it himself, it was impossible to stop it now.
But if Braydon attacked directly, the cold man would seize the opportunity to interfere and void the bet.
Braydon smiled and whistled.
A group of black night crows appeared, swarming around the spirit bird as it neared the Eighth Peak.
In an instant, they attacked.
When the crows dispersed, only a skeleton remained, slowly falling to the ground.
The cold man’s expression shifted drastically.
He hadn’t expected Braydon to prepare an ambush.
“This unknown senior brother, it’s time to leave,” Braydon said, his gaze locking on the cold man.
“Will you walk away on your own, or shall I send you off myself?” He drew his sword slowly, a cold light glinting off the blade.
“Wait, Junior Brother Braydon!” The cold man’s face contorted into a nervous smile.
“Senior Brother, I was just joking earlier.
Why take it so seriously?
We’re fellow disciples of the same sect.
Let’s forget about the life-and-death bet.
Besides, I still need to guide you to the inner sect.
If you kill me, who will take you there?” The cold man waved his hands, panicking.
He hadn’t anticipated Braydon’s resourcefulness and knew that if the bet was enforced, he wouldn’t survive.
Braydon’s expression turned icy.
“So, Senior Brother, are you planning to break the contract?
“Or do you think you can ignore our agreement because I’m weaker than you?” The cold man forced a smile, though his eyes darkened.
“Junior Brother, I’ll be honest with you.
I’m here under orders from Young Master Labaron Inlow.
He has a temper, and if I fail to report back, he’ll be furious.” Realizing his pleading wasn’t working, the cold man shifted tactics, name-dropping the powerful figure backing him.
Braydon hesitated briefly, causing the cold man to believe he had struck a chord.
“Junior Brother Braydon, let me go, and I’ll put in a good word for you with Senior Brother Labaron.
He could help you rise within the inner sect and smooth your path.” “Labaron Inlow…
Is he famous?” Braydon asked, his tone flat.
The cold man froze.
How could Braydon not know who Labaron was?
“He’s a direct descendant of the Inlow family, one of the eight great families of the Myriad Demon Mountain,” the cold man quickly explained.
“If you spare me, I’ll ensure you catch Young Master Labaron’s attention.
No one in the inner sect would dare challenge you after that!” Braydon tilted his head, looking unimpressed.
“If Young Master Labaron is so powerful, why would he favor a piece of trash like you?
Also, I really don’t like your endless nonsense.” Before the cold man could respond, Braydon’s sword vanished from sight.
A faint piercing sound followed.
Blood dripped from the sword that now pierced the cold man’s heart.
His eyes dimmed in disbelief.
“How is this possible?
You’re not even at the transcendent realm…” Braydon sneered.
“A level three transcendent running their mouth at me?
Ridiculous.
Did you really think that gave you the right to act so arrogantly in front of me?” He pulled his sword from the cold man’s chest, wiping the blood off with a flick.
Sheathing his sword, Braydon turned at the sound of a voice behind him.
Wilma Nilles stepped out, glancing at the scene.
“Braydon, what happened?” she asked curiously.
Braydon met her gaze, his tone calm.
“It’s nothing.
This guy was supposed to lead us to the inner sect, but someone ordered him to kill me.
So, I killed him instead.” Hearing this, Wilma smiled faintly.
“Look at this—people can’t even wait until we enter the inner sect to start making moves against us.” Though her words seemed cautious, her fearless expression betrayed her confidence.
“Now that he’s dead, do you know another way to enter the inner sect?” Braydon asked.
“Actually,” Wilma replied, “there’s a teleportation array on the First Peak that leads directly to the inner sect.”