Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1608 Flying Sword Decapitates

Trevor Baillie’s mindset, Wyatt Barnes naturally did not know.

Of course, even if he did know, he wouldn’t think much of it, because his senior brother Trevor Baillie is simply being overly concerned, and for that, he feels touched, and would never mock Trevor Baillie.

"Isn’t there another person who should come out?"

Just when Pond Thomsen and the two elders of Netherworld Sect were looking at Wyatt Barnes with trepidation, Wyatt’s gaze turned towards outside the courtyard, and he spoke lightly.

Immediately, everyone’s gaze, including Pond Thomsen and Trevor Baillie, turned to look over.

Even they hadn’t noticed anyone was there beforehand.

"Worthy of being an Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family, indeed you live up to your reputation!"

At this moment, a person walked in from outside the courtyard, a middle-aged man dressed in a green robe.

The middle-aged man had a jade-like face, with a vermilion mark at the center of his brows, and as he walked in now, his expression was calm, and his gaze fell directly on Wyatt Barnes, appraising Wyatt with interest.

"Samuel Campbell!"

Seeing the green-robed middle-aged man, Pond Thomsen’s eyes lit up, because the green-robed middle-aged man was the person in charge of the Netherworld Sect’s base in the capital city of Fletcher Kingdom, and also a Vice Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect, whose strength far surpassed his.

Additionally, Samuel Campbell is a strong contender on the Heavenly List.

However, Samuel Campbell’s ranking on the Heavenly List was not as high as Wyatt Barnes’s current rank, only placed at thirtieth.

Of course, this does not mean Samuel Campbell is inferior to Wyatt, as Samuel’s ranking is from ten years ago, and no one has shaken his position during these ten years.

In the past decade, people in Fletcher Kingdom have been puzzled as to why Samuel Campbell did not challenge the top ranks on the Heavenly List, as they saw many who used to rank behind Samuel now in the top ten.

Yet Samuel Campbell remained inactive, as if content to stay ranked thirtieth on the Heavenly List.

Only a few within Netherworld Sect knew that Samuel Campbell was not content with his current ranking on the Heavenly List but was preparing for the future when he would break into the top three.

For Samuel Campbell, that would undoubtedly be an honor.

For Netherworld Sect, it would be a chance to gain fame.

By then, people will say that their Vice Sect Master of the Netherworld Sect moved directly from thirtieth to top three on the Heavenly List.

Under such influence, more people would be drawn to join the Netherworld Sect.

Being a Vice Sect Master of Netherworld Sect, Pond Thomsen naturally knew of this matter.

Moreover, he also knew that Samuel Campbell’s strength was definitely greater than Miss Romero’s from Fletcher Kingdom.

Furthermore, he believed that Samuel Campbell’s current strength was comparable to this Honorary Minister ’Wyatt Barnes’ from Swayer Family who could defeat Miss Romero.

So, upon seeing Samuel Campbell appear, he seemed to have seen a ’savior’.

After Samuel Campbell showed up, Wyatt Barnes didn’t pay him any mind, but instead, first looked at Trevor Baillie, and with a smile said, "Senior brother, take me to Netherworld Sect, we shall bring Uncle Romero and the others to the capital."

Between the words, completely ignoring Samuel, Pond Thomsen, and others.

For a moment, Pond Thomsen’s face turned gloomy, it was his first time being ignored by a non-Saint Realm powerhouse.

Even if the other party was a Heavenly List stronger, stronger than him, he couldn’t stand it, and coldly laughed: "Even if you are an Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family, do you think you can get the people you want from our Netherworld Sect, just because you want to? Naive!"

If another force with strength comparable to the Swayer Family came, Netherworld Sect might be cautious.

But facing the Swayer Family, they had no fear.

Only because Netherworld Sect was closely related to the Swayer Family to some extent.

In his view, even knowing that Wyatt Barnes’s friends were imprisoned by Netherworld Sect, the Swayer Family would remain indifferent.

At this point, even Samuel Campbell’s face wasn’t looking good.

As someone second only to the Sect Leader and the Grand Elder in Netherworld Sect, he naturally had his pride, and being ignored by Wyatt Barnes like this, he couldn’t help but feel a rising anger in his heart, a chilling killing intent showing in his eyes, while his True Energy surged, and the demonic energy in the True Energy rose, making the atmosphere at the scene somewhat oppressive.

"Who said I’m going to your Netherworld Sect to ask for people?"

Wyatt Barnes disdainfully glanced at Pond Thomsen, "With your bunch of incompetent fools at Netherworld Sect, wouldn’t it be easy for me to snatch a few people out?"

Netherworld Sect, a bunch of incompetent fools!

With just one sentence, Wyatt Barnes stirred the hornet’s nest, not only changing Pond Thomsen’s expression, but also Samuel Campbell and the two elders of Netherworld Sect, who all changed their expressions and looked at Wyatt Barnes with chilling gazes.

"You seek death!"

Pond Thomsen growled, yet didn’t rush to act, instead looking at Samuel Campbell.

Though angry, he hadn’t lost his mind.

For someone like Wyatt Barnes, a sneak attack might work, but confronting directly, would surely end badly for him.

"What a big mouth! Do you really think, just because you defeated Miss Romero from Floating Flame Sect and replaced her on the Heavenly List, you are invincible?"

Samuel Campbell stepped forward, demonic energy flowing all over him, and his cold gaze cutting towards Wyatt Barnes like a knife.

"I dare not say I’m invincible in the world... but I certainly don’t take you useless people of the Netherworld Sect seriously."

Wyatt Barnes’ expression remained calm as he spoke flatly.

"Courting death!"

At last, Samuel Campbell couldn’t hold back any longer, and his True Energy surged, with demonic energy skyrocketing.

At the same time, an area of a hundred meters around him was filled with a chilling aura, as if brewing something... It was Samuel Campbell using his method of condensing his domain with energy.

As the domain gradually took shape, above Samuel Campbell’s head in the void, appeared a gigantic beast surrounded by blood-colored energy, along with a massive axe.

The giant beast rushed towards Wyatt Barnes in an instant, its bloody maw wide open, seemingly intent on swallowing Wyatt whole.

The giant axe sliced through the sky, as if it could tear apart the very arena, aiming to cleave Wyatt Barnes in two.

Facing the preemptive strike from Samuel Campbell, Wyatt Barnes’ face remained calm, not showing any signs of panic or fear.

"Break!"

Suddenly, Wyatt Barnes uttered a single word.

In an instant, it was as if the void shattered; a series of sharp sword energies surged across the hundred-meter radius centered on Wyatt Barnes. Where the sword energies passed, the chilling and oppressive aura was dispersed and suppressed, as if it never existed.

With a flash of lightning, tens of thousands of solid sword rays appeared within the hundred-meter radius around Wyatt Barnes.

This was his ’Ten Thousand Sword Domain’!

The Ten Thousand Sword Domain not only had astonishing power but also condensed much faster than ordinary domains.

Before Samuel Campbell’s domain could fully form, the later-deployed Ten Thousand Sword Domain had already taken shape, crushing Samuel’s unformed domain with overwhelming force, as if it encountered no resistance at all.

"Impossible!"

Upon witnessing this, Samuel Campbell’s pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Although he had heard of Wyatt Barnes’ domineering domain, he had thought it comparable to that of Miss Romero from the Floating Flame Sect. Yet, despite his own domain, it was effortlessly overwhelmed by Wyatt Barnes’ domain, rendering him powerless.

For a moment, he found it hard to accept this reality.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

In the instant Samuel Campbell was stunned, Wyatt Barnes made a mental command, and thousands of sword rays from the Ten Thousand Sword Domain shot out, instantly obliterating the giant axe and beast that Samuel had created through energy manipulation. The process was as smooth as flowing water, indeed akin to a father disciplining his son.

"This..."

Only after seeing this did Pond Thomsen, Trevor Baillie, and the other two elders of the Netherworld Sect react, their eyes wide open, faces filled with incredulity.

Although they knew Wyatt Barnes was strong, they hadn’t expected him to be strong to this extent.

Especially Pond Thomsen, who was aware of Samuel Campbell’s strength, yet even Samuel was so easily defeated by Wyatt Barnes, a fact he found difficult to accept.

Before the four could react, tens of thousands of sword rays from the Ten Thousand Sword Domain converged instantly beneath Wyatt Barnes’ feet, forming a ’Flying Sword’ as solid as a real sword, emitting waves of sword intent rippling through the air, seeming to shatter the void at any moment.

Detecting the terrifying sword intent emanating from the Flying Sword under Wyatt Barnes’ feet, Samuel Campbell’s heart trembled violently.

Though Wyatt Barnes seemed not to utilize any Saint-grade martial arts techniques, the terrifying sword intent emanating from the Flying Sword beneath him was scarier than any perfected top-grade human-level Saint-grade martial arts attack, extinguishing any thought of resistance from Samuel.

"Escape!"

"Escape!!"

At this moment, Samuel Campbell was left with only one thought, which he promptly executed.

In the face of life and death, he had no time to think of anything else, his sole remaining thought was to preserve his own life.

"Vice Sect Master Campbell is retreating?"

The two elders of the Netherworld Sect were dumbfounded upon witnessing this.

Whoosh!!

And in that instant, a momentary sword whistle echoed in the ears of Trevor Baillie, Pond Thomsen, and the two Netherworld Sect elders, disappearing in a blink as if it had never sounded.

Among the four, only Pond Thomsen clearly caught sight of the fleeting sword ray.

Wyatt Barnes, stepping on the Flying Sword, dashed forward, and in the span of an eye blink, before Samuel Campbell had fled far, his Flying Sword, devastating as a storm, swept past Samuel Campbell’s neck, slicing his head off as easily as cutting vegetables.

In the short timeframe, not even a drop of blood splattered.

It wasn’t until the Flying Sword passed a certain distance that a burst of blood sprayed into the sky.

Samuel Campbell, dead!

In the next instant, the eyes of Trevor Baillie, Pond Thomsen, and the other two elders were all fixed on the purple-clad youth standing in mid-air, his hands behind his back, astride a solid Flying Sword.

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