Lotus Feather Secret Technique

Braydon Neal looked at the skeletons of the villagers before him.

His eyes brimmed with grief and anger.

"Alright, I promise you."

Braydon slowly raised the three-foot-long black sword in his hand. He wanted everyone to leave without pain.

With a swift motion, he swung his arm down, unleashing a shocking surge of sword intent.

The decayed villagers were engulfed by the violent energy, their figures gradually fading away.

"Thank you…"

"Thank you, big brother…"

The heartfelt gratitude echoed in the man's hearty voice, the woman's gentle tone, and the child's innocent words.

As Braydon gazed at the now-silent village, he fell into silence himself.

"Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain… Haha!"

Suddenly, faint blue dots of light appeared in front of Braydon, drifting toward him. They entered his glabella, and a wave of comfort swept over him as his divine soul grew stronger.