The Frost, Ice, Sun, Moon and Sky

Braydon Neal's cultivation base was still at the eternal great fulfillment. 

With 100,000 Dharma Idols, it would take him half his life to enter the path-returning realm. 

However, this did not diminish his formidable strength.

Braydon smiled. "You may look young, but you're already a god. Killing you isn't exactly bullying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon took a step forward and transformed into the nine supremes, summoning the Son of Heaven's Nine Strikes. 

The nine supremes, all mirroring Braydon, appeared in the sky.

"Your cultivation technique is quite unique. I want it!" The golden lion cub suddenly paused its attack and said seriously.

"Who wouldn't want the monarch art that's been renowned throughout the universe for countless years?" Braydon laughed.

"Hand it over, and I'll let you go!" the golden lion said earnestly.