Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 873: The Death of Callen Hayden

Chapter 873: Chapter 873: The Death of Callen Hayden

"You shameless!"

As soon as Wyatt Barnes’s words fell, he leaped into the air, not giving himself a chance to prepare, Brady Yellow cursed and hurriedly followed him.

Bang! Bang!

Under Brady’s feet, solid earth-yellow power streaked across the sky, and he used it to propel himself at great speed, faster even than Wyatt Barnes.

Although this was not the ground, where he might draw upon the power of the earth.

But after all, he was a martial artist of the Cave Void Realm, Seventh Order, who had grasped the ’five-layer intermediate realm’ of the Earth realm; even without the support of the earth’s power, he could still exert the strength of 130 ancient Horned Dragons!

As for Wyatt Barnes, although he too was of the Cave Void Realm, Seventh Order, he had only grasped the ’three-layer intermediate realm’ of the Wind realm. Even if he used other ’lower-level realms,’ he was still lacking by more than a dozen ancient Horned Dragon’s strength compared to Brady.

So, although Wyatt took the initiative, he was still caught up by Brady.

The two men’s first target was tacitly the same person.

Santos Locke!

"You!!"

Santos Locke, startled by Noel Walton’s words, turned to see two figures pouncing towards him and immediately shivered with realization.

He saw, above the heads of the two men in the void, the terrifying phantoms of ancient Horned Dragons that shocked him.

One hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragon phantoms!

One hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragon phantoms!

Accompanying the purple-robed youth and the tall, stout young man as they rushed towards him.

Santos shocked, completely dumbfounded.

How could the strength of these two be so formidable?

Smack!

Smack!

The crisp sound of slaps almost rang out simultaneously.

It was Wyatt Barnes and Brady Yellow reaching Santos in a blink of an eye, one left and one right, each delivering him a slap.

In an instant, Santos’s originally rather handsome face swelled up, turning into a pig’s head.

"You... you... Ahh!!"

Santos, face swollen like a pig’s, had a cold glint in his eyes as he attempted to curse.

However, before he could finish his harsh words, he was punched squarely in the abdomen by Brady, sending him flying out with a pig-like, piercing scream.

Santos barely managed to stop himself and was completely sobered by the beating.

Looking at the 130 ancient Horned Dragon phantoms above Brady’s head, he felt a chill climbing up his back, "This big fellow is so strong!"

Without using a spiritual weapon, when he made his move, he invoked the power of heaven and earth to conjure 130 ancient Horned Dragon phantoms.

If he were a martial artist of the Cave Void Realm, Sixth Order, he would only be able to achieve this with a ’six-layer intermediate realm’ understanding.

Cave Void Realm, Seventh Order, and ’five-layer intermediate realm’ could also do it.

Cave Void Realm, Eighth Order, a mere ’four-layer intermediate realm’ would suffice.

Yet, regardless of which it was, they were not forces he could provoke.

And that purple-robed youth.

Santos’s gaze fell upon the heavenly phenomenon above Wyatt’s head in the void.

There, one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragon phantoms twisted and descended, lifelike and majestic.

"Summoning the power of heaven and earth to condense one hundred and ten ancient Horned Dragon phantoms... even his strength is greater than mine!"

Staring at the purple-robed young man he had previously underestimated, Santos’s face turned extremely unsightly.

"So powerful!"

At this moment, the onlooking disciples of the Niklaus Woodson uttered exclamations of amazement.

They too were frightened by the strengths of the two unfamiliar faces, Wyatt Barnes and Brady Yellow.

"Are these two the disciples of Niklaus Woodson that Noel Walton and Elder Colby went out to bring back this time?"

"They are too powerful, aren’t they? Especially that big guy, who looks just over thirty, but when he made a move, it was like a thunderclap, summoning the power of heaven and earth to form 130 ancient Horned Dragon phantoms!"

"That purple-robed young man is not weak either. He looks about twenty-five and is already more powerful than Noel Walton and Santos Locke."

...

A group of Niklaus Woodson’s disciples looked at Wyatt Barnes and Brady Yellow with eyes filled with excitement.

"As long as that big guy isn’t poached by the other three Peaks, this ’Battle of the Five Peaks’ might not end with us at the bottom."

"That’s right! The big guy is strong on his own, plus he has grasped the ’Earth realm’. Once he makes a move on the ground, he can draw on the terrifying power of the earth."

"The big guy’s strength on the ground can easily crush all the young disciples of Water Peak, Flame Peak, and Earth Peak!"

...

Most of the disciples from Niklaus Woodson closely locked their eyes on Brady Yellow.

At this moment, while their faces showed excitement, their eyes betrayed a trace of anxiety, worrying that Brady might be poached by one of the other three Peaks.

Similar incidents had happened before, leaving them feeling somewhat powerless.

"Haha... Brady, they’re all afraid of you being poached by the other three Peaks."

Noticing the gazes of the cluster of onlooking Niklaus Woodson’s disciples around him, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but laugh and said to Brady.

"Hmph!"

Brady snorted, his voice thunderous, "You all underestimate me, Brady Yellow too much! Am I, Brady Yellow, the kind of man who sways with the breeze like a willow..."

Brady Yellow said this, and the surrounding disciples of Niklaus Woodson showed friendly expressions, believing their Niklaus Woodson would from then on have a young powerhouse like a Pillar of Heaven.

However, Brady Yellow’s next words made them completely dumbfounded.

"Of course, if anyone is willing to give me ten or eight second-grade spirit weapons and another dozen or twenty Seventh-Order realm fragments, I think I would still be willing to leave Niklaus Woodson and join their peak."

Brady Yellow suddenly turned the conversation, chuckling heh heh.

For a moment, the disciples of Niklaus Woodson recovered from their shock, each issuing a friendly laugh.

Ten or eight second-grade spirit weapons?

In the Five Elements Sect, could any of the peaks even combine all the second-grade spirit weapons owned by the Peak Master and all the elders, and it seems they wouldn’t have that many, right?

Not to mention a dozen or twenty Seventh-Order realm fragments, that was even more ridiculous.

Perhaps, Brady’s strength wasn’t bad, and among all the young disciples of the current generation in the Five Elements Sect, he could be considered outstanding, but he still wasn’t worth such a great cost from the other three peaks.

"Noel Walton, I never expected that you and Elder Colby would actually find such monsters... Callen Hayden, let’s go!"

Realizing that he would gain no advantages today, Santos Locke glared resentfully at Noel Walton, rubbed his swollen cheeks for a while, and, calling out to the young man in green robes, prepared to leave.

As soon as Santos Locke had witnessed the strength Wyatt Barnes and Brady Yellow displayed, Callen Hayden’s complexion changed, becoming extremely ugly.

His strength, though not bad, was only comparable to Santos Locke’s.

Without using spirit weapons and going all out, he could at most manifest the strength of a hundred ancient Horned Dragons, which was not only inferior to that big guy but also lesser than the young man in purple robes.

Now, hearing Santos Locke’s call, Callen Hayden’s eyes suddenly brightened, and with a relieved rush, he flew towards where Santos Locke was.

This was a place he did not wish to stay a moment longer.

But, was it now that simple for him to leave if he wanted to?

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A streak of blue lightning, accompanied by a streak of earthy yellow lightning, shot through the air, materializing in an instant in front of Callen Hayden, blocking his way.

One was a young man in purple robes enveloped in a blue tornado, while the other was a tall young man shrouded in an earthy yellow light shield, both firmly blocking Callen Hayden’s path.

"What are you doing?!"

Santos Locke’s face drastically changed.

Seeing the two people who appeared in front of him, Callen Hayden’s face also changed, then he took a deep breath and tried to squeeze a smile on his face, "You two, I... I just now didn’t mean..."

"It’s not your damn business!"

Before Callen Hayden could finish speaking, Brady Yellow suddenly roared, interrupting Callen Hayden’s words, and struck with lightning speed.

Boom!

Brady Yellow punched out, his fist unleashing like a collapsing mountain, as a torrent of earthy yellow power erupted, transforming into an earthy yellow Divine Dragon, fiercely slamming into Callen Hayden’s chest.

Bang!

The massive force hit Callen Hayden’s chest, sending him flying away like an arrow released from its bow.

"Wow!"

The instant Callen Hayden flew out, his face turned crimson, he opened his mouth and spewed a large mouthful of clotted blood, containing chunks that were clearly pieces of internal organs pulverized by Brady Yellow’s punch.

Bang! Bang!

As Callen Hayden was sent flying, Brady Yellow clearly wasn’t going to let him off so easily, he kicked at the ground, shattering a giant earthy yellow rock beneath his feet, and leveraging it to fly forward.

Whoosh!

Brady Yellow’s speed was like a swift bolt of lightning, quickly catching up with Callen Hayden.

Boom!

Another punch struck out, hitting right at Callen Hayden’s dantian, completely destroying it, causing the Origin Force within it to leak out uncontrollably.

"Ahh!!"

Callen Hayden let out a pig-slaughter like scream of agony, his Origin Force extinguished, his body losing the support of Origin Force, plummeting downward.

Without his Origin Force, even though Callen Hayden could sense the ’realm’ between heaven and earth, he could not integrate it into his body without Origin Force as a medium to keep him afloat.

"Santos... Santos Locke, save... save me!"

Callen Hayden’s fall accelerated, and he struggled to open his mouth begging Santos Locke to save him; if Santos Locke didn’t, he would undoubtedly be smashed to death.

As Brady Yellow destroyed Callen Hayden’s dantian, Santos Locke’s gaze towards Callen Hayden completely changed.

Now hearing Callen Hayden’s plea for help, he snorted coldly, "Humph! Useless trash."

He then soared away, not looking back, letting Callen Hayden continue to fall, crashing onto the cliffs with a loud thud, smashing into a pile of flesh.

"This Callen Hayden... such a pity."

Withdrawing his gaze from Callen Hayden’s body, Wyatt Barnes glanced at the retreating figure of Santos Locke and shook his head.

"That Santos Locke really isn’t anything good! I, big brother Brady, showed great mercy by only destroying his companion’s dantian and not planning to kill his companion... But he just disregarded his companion and ran away."

Brady Yellow clicked his tongue, cursing with a smile.

Show great mercy?

Hearing Brady Yellow’s words, the surrounding disciples of Niklaus Woodson Woodson went silent with disbelief.

You destroyed someone’s dantian and speak of mercy?

If you hadn’t destroyed his dantian, would he have fallen to his death?

"Let’s go."

Seemingly accustomed to Brady Yellow’s ’violence,’ Noel Walton called out to Wyatt Barnes and the others, continuing to plunge towards the pavilion below.

"Heh heh... That Santos Locke got off easy."

Daisy Wood, being carried by Wyatt as they flew, clenched her small fists tightly, speaking resentfully.