Chapter 1020: The Mausoleum Guardian and the Gravedigger

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

No matter who the person in the dark was, he had to be eliminated for daring to have designs on Braydon Neal.

Jevan Cox said calmly, “There are some old hermits who are hiding in the city. Many of them have turned into ordinary people and are hiding among the people. When I released my mental power, I found at least a hundred places that I couldn’t see through.”

“There seem to be a few experts hidden in the capital’s Mausoleum of Heroes!”

Stratford Layton also released his mental power and mentioned a location.

The capital city’s Mausoleum of Heroes!

The mausoleum had a history of 700 years.

After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, many important figures were buried there.

At the mention of the Mausoleum of Heroes, Kieran Normand, Zavier Leach, and the others’ expressions changed.

Sawyer Quail frowned slightly and could not help but look at Braydon. He wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Since ancient times, the Mausoleum of Heroes has buried many important figures, including the Neal family from a hundred years ago,” Dominic Lowe said bitterly.

Everyone fell silent.

A hundred years ago, the Neals were the ancestors of the Neal lineage.

The two brothers, Braydon and Skylar Neal, had never paid their respects.

Braydon exhaled and looked at his quiet brother, Skylar. He said softly, “Skylar, prepare some offerings. Let’s go and take a look.”

“Okay!”

Skylar nodded slightly and went to buy some offerings personally. He then headed to the mausoleum 20 miles away from the capital.

It was a small mountain.

The mountain was lush with vegetation, and there were stone tablets erected on it.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a regiment stationed there, and there were even patrols.

The stone steps leading up the mountain were cleaned by the mausoleum guardians.

Occasionally, people would come to pay their respects.

Dominic led the way and said softly, “The chaos a hundred years ago was extremely tragic. Many martial arts aristocratic families were annihilated in the chaos that lasted for more than ten years. The Neal family was one of them!”

“The powerful families should not exist!”

Even now, Braydon still adhered to his ideals.

The existence of a powerful family was a disaster!

Dominic and the others understood what Braydon meant, so they didn’t argue with him.

Stratford said softly, “The aristocratic families are connected to the fate of martial arts. It’s hard to wipe them out. It’s like weeds that can’t be uprooted. As long as there are martial artists in the world, they will form aristocratic families, powerful families, and even sects in thousands of years.”

Braydon walked on the stone steps and understood what Stratford meant.

However, the aristocratic families and powerful families still had to be destroyed!

As long as the Northern Army existed, they would fight to the death with these two great entities.

Dominic changed the topic. “Back then, the Neal family had 76 pinnacle martial artists and 592 king martial artists. All of them died in battle. More than 70% of them died without a corpse!”

“I know. Great-grandfather Beckett Neal died at the peak of Mount Tanish, Clay Neal died in Lowell, and Truett Neal died in the capital. I, Braydon, will avenge my ancestors!”

Braydon said calmly.

There were no saints in the Neal family.

Kindness was repaid with kindness, and hatred was repaid with revenge.

Braydon would rather break his martial arts path than bend it!

The group of people passed through the stone steps and arrived at the mausoleum halfway up the mountain.

Although the tombstones were old, there were no weeds!

It was obvious that someone came to take care of it often.

Braydon stood in front of a green stone tablet, looking at the words on the tombstone.

‘Here lies Garrison King Beckett Neal’

This great figure who had awed the 23 provinces a hundred years ago had already been sleeping here for a hundred years.

Braydon gently caressed the stone tablet. He stood there for a long time and was silent for a long time.

There were hundreds of graves in this mausoleum.

They were all members of the Neal family!

A hundred years ago, the Neal family died in battle.

They were all relatives of Braydon.

They had the same blood flowing through their bodies.

They all had a surname!

The Neal family used their lives to fulfill their promise, to defend the country with martial arts, to protect Hansworth with martial arts.

None of the men of the Neal family survived. All of them died in battle, shedding their last drop of blood for the thousand-year-old Hansworth.

This was a family full of glory.

In recent years, Martial Emperor Yanagi of the capital and Old Devil Yanagi of the Northern Army had only favored Braydon.

It was not without reason!

These important figures all followed a tacit agreement to protect the last bloodline of the Neal family and cultivate them with all their might. In the future, they would be able to reunite with their old friends of the Neal family who died in battle.

Skylar took off his ghost mask and revealed his handsome face. His silver hair danced in the wind as he silently took out the offerings and placed them in front of each tombstone. Then, he knelt down and bowed.

The two brothers of the Neal family were not afraid of heaven and earth, nor did they respect ghosts and gods. They did not kneel to anyone.

But kneeling down to one’s ancestors was the principle of human relations!

No one could find any flaws in that.

Braydon stared at the stone tablet and asked softly, “Master once said that the cause of great-grandfather Beckett’s death was because he could not bear the fate of the country. Then, who killed the other members of the Neal family?”

“The situation back then was extremely complicated, and many people died in battle. There were too many murderers!” Zavier could not answer this question.

How chaotic was the situation back then?

Only those who had experienced it would know!

Moreover, the pinnacles of the hundreds of countries outside the borders were all involved. There were not just a few people involved but hundreds of countries outside the borders.

It was a national feud!

A faint sigh came from the depths of the mausoleum. “After a hundred years, everything has returned to dust. There’s no need to tell all this to the future generations.”

“Who’s there?”

Frediano Jadanza’s sharp eyes looked into the depths of the mausoleum.

Jevan and Stratford looked at each other and said, “When I used my mental power to check earlier, I encountered an obstruction here. It was blocked by someone!”

There was a hidden expert in the Mausoleum of Heroes!

Only the supreme pinnacles had such methods.

An old man in gray wearing a tattered tunic suit with many patches was holding a broken broom as he gently gathered the fallen leaves on the ground. He said, “The resting place of the heroic souls cannot be intruded upon using mental power. Otherwise, it will disturb and desecrate the dead!”

“May I ask what your name is, fellow Daoist?”

Stratford took a step forward and shielded Braydon behind him. He was a little shocked.

Because he couldn’t see through this old fellow who was sweeping the floor!

It was unfathomable.

It was precisely because he could not see through him that Stratford felt that this old thing was extremely dangerous.

“I’m just a muddle-headed person. How could I have a name?” The old man in gray slowly said.

“How could a mighty supreme pinnacle not have a name!”

Hyrum Lujan moved horizontally, crossing a thousand meters in a second, arriving in front of the gray-robed old man.

Swoosh!

With a light flash, it was as if he was attacking. He wanted to force the old man to reveal his strength and see what ancient martial art technique he cultivated.

The gray-clothed old man was like an ordinary person. He allowed Hyrum’s palm strike to hit him, but he didn’t move at all, sweeping away the fallen leaves under his feet.

Hyrum didn’t have any killing intent; he was just testing the waters.

His right palm was less than half a meter away from the old man when he stopped.

Hyrum’s eyes revealed a hint of doubt, suspecting that this old thing wasn’t a martial artist but more like an ordinary person.

In the next second.

He felt a bone-piercing killing intent behind him.

“Hyrum, be careful!” Jevan’s furious voice sounded.

Swoosh!

Hyrum’s hair stood on end. Before he could make a move, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

A green tombstone behind him exploded.

The soil exploded, revealing a coffin.

The black coffin was kicked away, and a man in black jumped out. He said unhappily, “Old Neal, can you not bury me in cement next time? Who the hell can climb out of this thing?”

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