Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 680: Confronting the Emperor

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: Confronting the Emperor

Two young men followed the palanquin, and within the blink of an eye, they ascended above the prisoner’s battle arena.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, two sharp sounds echoed, drawing the attention of most of the audience.

Then, in front of everyone, behind the cloud of mist that emerged from the palanquin, two elderly figures appeared, both beaming with vitality.

In an instant, the two old men arrived in front of the palanquin and slightly bowed their bodies.

"Your Majesty is honored with our presence."

The two old men said in unison respectfully.

At the same time, one of the elders stepped forward to lift the curtain of the palanquin, looking inside, "Your Majesty, please."

A stern middle-aged man dressed in a golden dragon robe slowly walked out of the palanquin, stepping on thin air, as if setting foot on a flat surface.

The stern middle-aged man sported a notable eight-word mustache, making him quite distinctive.

This ’eight-word mustache’ left a deep impression, just like Prince Yakim’s ’cinnabar mole’ in the center of his brow.

"Is this the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty?"

Wyatt Barnes questioned internally.

"Long live His Majesty!"

At that moment, save for the group of elites in the premium spectator stands, who remained in their chairs, some even unmoved.

Most of the spectators in the low and middle grade stands rose to their feet, bowing in reverence to the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty.

Only Wyatt Barnes merely stood up with the crowd, giving a slight nod of his head, not even bending his waist.

This gesture was overlooked by most.

However, the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty saw it. The Emperor happened to glance, with a slight smile, in Wyatt’s direction, capturing Wyatt’s act of not bowing with respect.

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes stood out in the Emperor’s eyes, like a crane in a flock of chickens.

Instantly, the smile on the Emperor’s face was frozen solid.

The spectators in the premium stands were relatively unresponsive, understandable due to their extraordinary identities.

A few of them were even entities that he dare not to provoke casually.

"Everyone else is bowing to me... why do you refuse to bow?"

The Emperor rubbed his eight-word mustache, staring at Wyatt Barnes and asked, "Could it be that you believe I do not hold the qualifications to earn your respect?"

Suddenly, there was an uproar at the scene.

All eyes, following the Emperor’s gaze, fell upon Wyatt Barnes.

"It’s the young guy from the Black Stone Empire!"

"This young man, despite his youth, is quite strong... However, he dares to defy protocol in the face of His Majesty, the Emperor. His arrogance knows no bounds."

"A mere individual from the petty empire, in the face of our Great Turdo Dynasty’s Emperor, had the audacity not to bow... it’s a grave disrespect!"

"I reckon he’s in for some trouble now."

...

Rumors ran rampant among the prisoners at the battle arena.

Some rejoiced in Wyatt’s misfortune, and others felt a cold sweat for him.

"Your Majesty, the youth was merely intimidated by your imperial majesty, that’s why he was discourteous... I implore your royal pardon," said Prince Yakim, his body breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although being the supreme powerhouse of the Black Stone Empire, in front of the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, he was nothing more than an ant.

"Who are you?"

The Emperor glanced at Prince Yakim and asked indifferently.

"Your Majesty, I am the representative of the Black Stone Empire on this occasion, a member of the Imperial Family, a prince."

Prince Yakim said to the Emperor.

"The Black Stone Empire?"

The Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty contemplated briefly before saying, "So you are ’Prince Yakim,’ known as the supreme powerhouse of the Black Stone Empire? I’ve heard of you."

"Your Majesty, that would be me,"

Prince Yakim replied, though faintly surprised upon hearing the Emperor’s words, a wry smile crossed his face.

The supreme powerhouse of the Black Stone Empire?

Not to mention anything else, among the strong characters present at the scene, a myriad of stronger powers could been encountered...

In a place like this, his title of ’Supreme Powerhouse of the Black Stone Empire’ held no value.

"Is he a part of your Black Stone Empire?"

The Emperor glanced at Wyatt Barnes, then looked at Prince Yakim, asking in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Prince Yakim nodded, sweat streaming down his forehead, his palms turning cold.

At this moment, all he hoped for was for an esteemed individual from the Romero Clan to intervene in time on Wyatt Barnes’ behalf.

He believed that as long as this person stepped in, no matter how dissatisfied the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty was with Wyatt Barnes, he would need to grant him some face.

"Since he is part of your Black Stone Empire, as a representative, you are equally culpable! Both of you are to be punished."

The Emperor’s tone was calm, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"On what grounds?!"

Until this moment, Wyatt Barnes, who had been silently observing the situation, could no longer contain himself. He moved forward to stand in front of Prince Yakim, looking up at the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, and retorted.

On what grounds?

Wyatt Barnes’ challenge echoed around the entire prisoner’s battle arena.

Hisss! Hisss! Hisss! Hisss! Hisss!

...

For a moment, around the Prison Battle Arena, gasps of surprise echoed, one after another, incessantly.

Most people felt the hair on their heads standing up.

Had this young man from the Blackstone Empire gone mad?

Even if his talent was high, after all, he had not yet fully matured. As long as the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty gave the order, he was left with almost no chance of survival.

"On what grounds?"

The tranquil expression on the Emperor’s face was finally shattered by Wyatt Barnes. He abruptly took a step forward, and his authoritative voice rang out again, "On the grounds that I am the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, ruling over the entire Great Turdo Dynasty... Is that enough?"

Confronted by the Emperor’s overpowering demeanor, Wyatt’s expression remained unchanged.

Or to put it better – he didn’t seem worried at all.

Even if the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty wanted to harm him, Taoi Romero would not consent. Setting aside his current close relationship with the Romero Clan, even without it, Taoi Romero wouldn’t stand idly by.

After all, he was the man destined for Winnie in the ’prophecy’, the man who could save Winnie’s life.

"Wyatt Barnes."

Walter Simmons’s face subtly changed, quietly breaking a sweat for Wyatt Barnes.

As for the other gifted young men of the Blackstone Empire, apart from Kase Dragonsmith who remained expressionless, everyone else was somewhat worried as they looked towards Wyatt Barnes.

"Narrow-minded and overbearing... I really don’t know how the Great Turdo Dynasty came to have such an Emperor."

Wyatt raised his head towards the Emperor, his face calm as he stated this in an unhurried manner.

In Wyatt’s frame of reference, it had always been ’If one does not offend me, I do not offend them.’ If someone purposefully annoyed him then he would not hesitate to retaliate.

No matter who the other party was, regardless of their astonishing status...

"Impudent!"

Just when Wyatt’s words caused the Emperor’s face to change, the two old men guarding the grand palanquin visibly changed. Shouting out in shock, their rebuke resounded in the air.

Additionally, the eight soldiers carrying the palanquin harbored glinting murderous intent in their eyes, closely watching Wyatt Barnes.

They appeared ready to abandon the palanquin at any moment and make their move against Wyatt.

As for the other two young men.

The black-clothed youth had a slight change in expression, while the white-clothed youth looked at Wyatt with a hint of apprehension.

Compared to the other members of the Imperial Family, he was more familiar with Wyatt Barnes and knew that his relationship with ’that one’ from the Romero Clan was not shallow.

"Grandiose talk and insults to His Majesty... Execution is warranted!"

The moment the words of one of the old men in front of the palanquin fell, he seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning, charging directly at Wyatt Barnes.

"Father!"

From the exclusive VIP seats of the Romero Clan, Winnie Romero anxiously looked towards Taoi Romero.

However, Taoi Romero didn’t make any moves, simply shaking his head, "Don’t worry, he’ll be fine."

Almost instantaneously after Taoi Romero’s words fell, the old man had already reached a spot not far from Wyatt Barnes. Raising his hand, his profound Origin Force began to wreak havoc.

Following this, with a single palm thrust, he stirred up a tumultuous storm.

Whoosh!

The next moment, a massive, condensed palm imprint rushed out, enveloping the area where Wyatt Barnes was.

"Stay your hand!"

Just when Wyatt Barnes thought that Taoi Romero was going to intervene, a somewhat familiar voice exploded in his ear, filled with urgency.

Then, a sharp, screeching gust of wind came hurtling at him.

Swoosh!

A solid sword light shot through the air, effortlessly smashing the huge palm imprint that was rolling towards Wyatt Barnes.

At the same time.

Whoosh!

A tall figure appeared in front of Wyatt Barnes, solidly shielding Wyatt behind him.

"Pavilion Master Charlesworth?"

Recalling the familiar voice from just moments before and seeing the familiar silhouette before his eyes, Wyatt recognized the person who had timely arrived and saved him.

It was none other than the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion in Thames River City, also the Vice-President of the Artifact Refiners Association of the Great Turdo Dynasty, Valiant Charlesworth.

"We meet again... I look forward to catching up later."

Valiant Charlesworth turned his head, giving Wyatt Barnes a slight smile, before once again turning his attention back forward.

He didn’t look at the old man who attacked Wyatt Barnes; instead, his gaze fell onto the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, "Your Highness, this youngster here is like a younger brother to me... For today’s incident, could we let him off the hook for my sake?"

"Valiant Charlesworth!"

The Emperor’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of Valiant Charlesworth. Upon hearing his words, he shook his head, "This matter has nothing to do with you. It’s better if you don’t get involved."

If this was a different matter, he might give Valiant Charlesworth some consideration.

After all, Valiant Charlesworth was one of the few ’Fourth Rank Artifact Refiners’ in the Great Turdo Dynasty. Providing certain considerations to a Fourth Rank Artifact Refiner was advantageous without any potential harm.

But, recalling Wyatt Barnes’s public humiliation of him earlier, fury rose in his heart, grudges burning that took a long time to be put out — almost wishing he’d rather see Wyatt Barnes die in agony on the spot.

If he weren’t the Emperor of the Great Turdo Dynasty, his every move a representation of the Great Turdo Dynasty, he would have taken matters into his own hands and killed Wyatt Barnes long ago.

The Emperor’s determination was beyond Valiant Charlesworth’s expectations.

For a time, Valiant Charlesworth found himself hesitating.

If he continued to persist, he was undoubtedly going to offend the Emperor.

But if he did not persist, Wyatt Barnes would likely die here today.

Suddenly, Valiant Charlesworth had a flash of brilliance. He looked at the Emperor, using his Origin Force to relay a message, "Your Highness, there’s something important I must inform you about... A ’Third Rank Artifact Refiner’ has close ties with this youngster."

Third Rank Artifact Refiner!

The initially resolute Emperor, upon hearing Valiant Charlesworth’s message relayed via Origin Force, began to pale, his eyes filling with notable apprehension.

"Are your words true?"

At this moment, the Emperor began to hesitate.