"As long as she removes the veil from her face... you will give us each ten thousand top-grade Immortal Stones?"

Upon hearing the scholarly young man’s words, Wyatt Barnes’s expression darkened slightly, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

Meanwhile, the perfect cheeks beneath Leilany’s veil turned completely cold in an instant.

It wasn’t until Wyatt’s hand gently patted hers, transmitting his voice to say ’Leilany, leave this matter to me,’ that her expression returned to normal, and she obediently nodded her head.

"That’s right."

Seeing Leilany nod, the scholarly young man presumed she had agreed and smiled, seemingly oblivious to the slight darkening of Wyatt Barnes’s face.

Whether he truly did not see it or was pretending not to, only he himself would know.

"Isn’t that the Second Young Master of the Spacewood Family, ’Connor Edgeworth’?"

"It’s him!"

"To offer two thousand top-grade Immortal Stones just to see a woman’s face... no wonder they say this Second Young Master of the Spacewood Family is so extravagant. Seeing it today, it’s indeed true!"

"I wonder if that woman will take off her veil."

...

The passersby on both sides recognized the scholarly young man, and through their words, revealed his ’name’ and ’identity’.

In this city named ’Edgewood-Tremblay City’, there are two ruling families.

The Spacewood Family and the Tremblay Family.

The two great families are equally matched and balance each other, jointly controlling Edgewood-Tremblay City. Although disputes have been ongoing for thousands of years, neither can eradicate the other, so they have coexisted in the city for millennia.

"That’s two thousand top-grade Immortal Stones... anyone would be tempted, right?"

"I guess she’ll take off the veil."

"I’m not so sure... didn’t you see her male companion, looking very displeased?"

"It does seem that way."

...

Many passersby also noticed Wyatt Barnes’s expression and sensed that the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat peculiar.

"I’ll wager ten thousand top-grade Immortal Stones..."

Wyatt Barnes looked at Connor, a glint of coldness flashing in his narrowed eyes, and spoke each word slowly and coldly, "You will remove all your clothes, not a stitch on, and take a lap around the streets of Edgewood-Tremblay City... and I will give you those ten thousand top-grade Immortal Stones, how about it?"

Almost the moment Wyatt Barnes finished speaking, the smile on Connor’s lips froze, and the elder behind him glanced at Wyatt, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Wow!

As for the passersby on both sides, they burst into an uproar.

"Oh my God! What did I just hear?"

"Is this guy out of his mind? That’s the Second Young Master of the Spacewood Family... he actually dares to humiliate the Second Young Master like this?"

"He’s done for! He’s absolutely done for!"

...

When the passersby looked at Wyatt Barnes again, it was as if they were looking at a dead man.

"You can make a move... if you think you can withstand the consequences."

Noticing Connor and the elder both having signs of losing control, Wyatt Barnes glanced at them deeply and said calmly.

After speaking, he looked at Leilany beside him and smiled slightly, "Leilany, let’s go."

Once he finished speaking, he turned around and continued walking forward.

Leilany turned around to follow.

The scholarly young man and the elder behind him, however, were momentarily taken aback by Wyatt Barnes’s meaningful glance.

Just as their expressions changed, and in shame and anger, they were about to move and make a move.

"Tsk tsk... Connor Edgeworth, you can’t even handle the veil on a woman’s face. This time, you’ve really lost face!"

Accompanied by a frivolous voice, a well-dressed young man, spinning two beads in his right hand, approached with a tall and burly bearded man.

He looked at Connor ’ Connor Edgeworth,’ his eyes full of ridicule.

"It’s the Tremblay Family’s eldest young master!"

"What day is it today... Both Connor Edgeworth and Wesson Collins, the two exemplary young figures of the Spacewood and Tremblay Families, have appeared together."

"These two nemeses are bound to clash again."

...

Seeing the appearance of the well-dressed young man, many passersby whispered among themselves.

"Wesson Collins!"

Upon seeing the eldest young master of the Tremblay Family, ’Wesson Collins,’ Connor’s expression turned sullen, and he sneered coldly, "You say I can’t handle the veil on a woman’s face... let’s see you do it, Wesson Collins. Otherwise, stop yapping in front of me, Connor Edgeworth!"

Connor, who originally couldn’t hold back from making a move against Wyatt Barnes, was interrupted the moment he was about to act by Wesson Collins.

It was precisely this interruption by Wesson Collins that calmed him down, easing some of his anger directed at Wyatt Barnes.

The woman beside that young man in purple, with her icy and holy demeanor, didn’t seem like an ordinary immortal.

Combined with the young man in purple’s previously considered ’bluffing’ show of strength.

Adding the two together.

Connor suddenly felt:

That young man in purple might not be bluffing, it was highly possible that he truly didn’t fear him or his Spacewood Family, so he dared to act in that manner.

Therefore, he now planned to provoke Wesson Collins to test that young man in purple.

"Zain!"

Upon hearing Zain’s words, Wesson Collins also sneered, "Then watch closely... Not only can I take off that woman’s veil, but I can also take down the man beside her!"

"Henrik, go kill that man and bring the woman over here. I, the young master, want to personally remove her veil to see her true face... If she’s good-looking, I wouldn’t mind taking her back to the Tremblay Family for a few days of fun."

Almost the moment Wesson Collins finished speaking.

The sturdy man behind him, ’Henrik Collins,’ was just about to move.

"Courting death!"

Accompanied by a thunderous shout that seemed to shake the heavens, Henrik’s heart trembled, rendering him unable to respond, let alone make a move.

It was Wyatt Barnes, who was already prepared to leave with Leilany, whose face changed drastically upon hearing Wesson Collins’ words.

His fury exploded as he let out a cold shout, and the Immortal Origin inside him surged like raging dragons through the ninety-nine Heavenly Veins in his body, reaching the surface in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

Once the Immortal Origin force surged forth, leaving Wyatt Barnes’ body, it transformed into thousands of sword lights.

Moreover, as Wyatt Barnes deployed the auxiliary Divine Ability, ’Minor Devouring Technique,’ these sword lights rapidly expanded, gathering into a Sword Array, then seemingly splitting into over a dozen avatars, finally merging into one, causing the brilliance of the Sword Array to explode even more dazzlingly.

From a distance, it looked like a blazing sun in the sky.

In the next moment.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

The Sword Array tore through the air, targeting Wesson Collins, reaching near him in an instant, transforming into a rain of swords, whistling down upon him.

"Young Master!"

And just as Henrik Collins behind Wesson reacted, trying to intervene, it was already too late.

Wesson Collins was completely enveloped by the rain of swords.

When the rain of swords dispersed, the spot where Wesson Collins once stood was left with only a puddle of glaring, striking blood, with blood splattering all around, resembling blooming, eye-catching blood roses.

Wesson Collins, the eldest young master of the Tremblay Family, and its future head...

Dead!!

Instantly, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

"Hiss—"

Zain, the second young master of the Spacewood Family, was the first to snap back to reality, and once he did, he involuntarily drew in a sharp breath.

On his face, waves of lingering fear and dread appeared.

He was truly terrified.

Earlier, if Wesson Collins had not shown up to mock him, he would have long acted against that purple-clothed youth.

It was imaginable that if he had acted against that purple-clothed youth, the person now reduced to a pool of blood would not be Wesson Collins, but him, Zain!

The elder behind Zain also came to, and when he looked at Wyatt Barnes again, his eyes were filled with grave concern.

On his face, there was noticeable apprehension.

"This purple-clothed youth... is also a ’Daai Law Golden Immortal’!"

Just by observing the purple-clothed youth’s earlier move, he could ascertain that the other was also a Daai Law Golden Immortal like him, although he didn’t dare presume the exact level of Daai Law Golden Immortal he was.

But if he were to confront the opponent, he wasn’t confident of winning for sure.

"You... you actually dared to kill our young master!"

Following Zain and the elder behind him, Henrik Collins snapped back to reality, his bristly beard twitching and a pair of large brass-like eyes emanating cold murderous intent. Raising his hand, he produced a ’Wolf’s Tooth Club.’

With the Immortal Origin force on it flaring up, he swung it directly towards Wyatt Barnes.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

The Wolf’s Tooth Club, a ’low-grade Immortal Artifact,’ seemed alive in Henrik Collins’ hands. Although it appeared unwieldy, it was incredibly agile, weaving a ’net’ directed at Wyatt Barnes in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph!"

Wyatt Barnes snorted coldly, and with a thought, a ’fairy sword’ was retrieved from his Storage Ring, merging into the reforming Sword Array, which then roared out to meet the net woven by Henrik Collins’ Wolf’s Tooth Club.

It tore through it as if cutting through rotten wood, finally sweeping Henrik Collins into its embrace as well.

Seeing this, Henrik naturally swung his Wolf’s Tooth Club to resist.

However, in the blink of an eye, the Wolf’s Tooth Club mysteriously slipped from his grasp, beyond his control, and left him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

The rain of swords continued to howl for a while before dissipating again.

And after the rain of swords disappeared, Henrik Collins was also gone, replaced by yet another pool of strikingly conspicuous blood.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

...

The bystanders who had just come to their senses turned their eyes to see Henrik Collins, too, had died at Wyatt Barnes’ hands, then once again couldn’t help but gasp for breath.

"His strength... is at least comparable to a ’Ground-level Daai Law Golden Immortal’!"

The elder behind Zain’s face changed dramatically, muttering under his breath.

Hearing his murmuring, Zain couldn’t help but sigh in relief once more, feeling fortunate that he hadn’t acted first against the purple-clothed youth.