Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 945: God of Killing ’Wyatt Barnes

Chapter 945: Chapter 945: God of Killing ’Wyatt Barnes

Surrounded by forty-eight young disciples from three major powers, Wyatt Barnes wore a smile, unflustered even as disaster loomed before him.

"Hmph! Wyatt Barnes, facing death and still you can smile."

Ella Wood sneered, her eyes flickering with fierce luster.

"Are you so certain... that the one who will die is me?"

Upon hearing Ella Wood’s words, the smile on Wyatt’s face grew even brighter, his tone nonchalant, as if he completely disregarded the crisis before him.

From a distance, a group of disciples from the Five Elements Sect looked toward the crowd from Sun and Moon Sect, Grimm Wolf Fortress, and Heartbreak Sect surrounding Wyatt, their faces filled with mockery at their overestimation of themselves.

"They’re truly seeking death... Do they really think that having more people will enable them to kill Wyatt Barnes?"

Many disciples from Cloud Sky Temple and Blade and Sword Sect, faces full of disdain, looked down upon the disciples from Sun and Moon Sect, Grimm Wolf Fortress, and Heartbreak Sect surrounding Wyatt.

They had witnessed Wyatt’s strength first-hand.

Anyone, even a ninth level warrior of the Cave Void Realm using a ’Second Grade Spiritual Weapon’ who had mastered the ’Nine Layers of Cave Void Realm,’ was blown apart by his punch, killed instantly!

Even now, remembering that moment sent shivers down their spines.

Wyatt’s power was too terrifying!

To this day, no one knew the extent of Wyatt’s true strength.

Sorrow stood by, his calm gaze falling on Wyatt, as if trying to see through him.

"Hmph! Playing mysterious!"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Ella Wood scoffed again, and then yelled sharply, "Attack!"

At Ella Wood’s command, herself included, forty-eight young disciples from the three powers darted out, surging toward Wyatt who was completely surrounded by them.

As soon as they made a move, they activated their spiritual weapons and unleashed their full Origin Force, their realms shadowing them, charging at Wyatt with overwhelming momentum!

Their attacks, like torrential rain, came pouring down on Wyatt.

Because the air resistance in the area had been completely removed by the ’Air Restriction Array,’ the fierce attacks of the forty-eight young powerhouses caused no wind howls or explosion sounds.

The thousands of ancient Horned Dragon phantasms that had been hovering in a circle above the heads of those forty-eight young powerhouses now charged towards the center of the formation.

Thousands of ancient Horned Dragon phantasms rushing forward, their fangs and claws bared, charged toward Wyatt with great fury.

"Senior Brother Wyatt!"

Although they had confidence in Wyatt, seeing him momentarily overwhelmed by the forty-eight young powerhouses from three major powers, many from the Five Elements Sect still worried for him, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Above the void, the compressed thousands of ancient Horned Dragon phantasms created a visual shock for the onlookers, as if they were witnessing a visual feast.

"Brother Barnes."

Winnie Romero stood aside, her pretty face showing signs of concern.

"Wyatt Barnes, you can do this."

Brady Yellow clenched his fist, speaking solemnly.

Soon, the expressions of the onlookers froze, especially as their pupils shrank almost simultaneously.

Heaven!

What did they see?!

The forty-eight young powerhouses who had charged fiercely towards Wyatt, engulfing his figure, also paused in mid-air.

Almost immediately after, the spectating crowd felt a flash before their eyes, as if a sword light had streaked by.

Immediately after, everyone was shocked to see that those forty-eight young men who had rushed at Wyatt, after hanging in mid-air for a moment, were severed into two pieces each.

Some were severed between head and body, others between upper and lower body, while legs of some were chopped off, and many had half of their heads and both feet cut off.

Blood rained from the sky, pooling on the platform like a river flowing.

Blood flowed like a river.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

Hundreds of mangled bodies fell onto the platform like dumplings, splashing up droplets of blood that bloomed like bizarre, blood-red roses.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

...

At the same time, a series of agonizing screams emerged from the mouths of those young powerhouses with severed legs and feet.

Soon after, they collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

Not long after, their bodies were dyed with blood.

As for the other young powerhouses, all turned into mangled corpses, their lives withered away, paying the price for their reckless actions with their lives.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!!"

...

The blood-soaked scene turned many young disciples from the spectating factions pale, causing them to retch.

Especially some female disciples, who were so frightened that they continuously threw up while hurriedly closing their eyes, unable to bear to look at that extremely bloody scene any longer.

Though they had killed before, they had never experienced a scene like this.

For them, what they had just witnessed was nothing short of purgatory!

"Overreaching themselves!"

At the same time, a cold voice spread out eventually.

After the forty-eight young powerhouses of the three forces were killed or disabled, Wyatt, standing on the ’Demon Sealing Monument,’ rose into the air and spoke indifferently, his voice filled with iciness.

Soon, Wyatt Barnes’s gaze fell on the thirteen young warriors whose legs and feet had been crippled but had fortunately survived, his eyes filled with merciless coldness.

"Spare us! Spare us!!"

"Wyatt, I was blind, please, you are a great man, forget the little man’s fault, spare me!!"

"Senior Brother Flame, save me! Please save me!!"

...

Of the thirteen young warriors, aside from the disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect who faced death as if returning home, disciples from the Grimm Wolf Fortress and Heartbreak Sect kept begging for mercy, some even calling out to Flame Graham for help.

The observers from the Heartbreak Sect, including Flame Graham, Jaxxon Spacewood, and Seth Cooper, totaled eight people.

"Senior Brother Flame..."

One of the Heartbreak Sect disciples, with a look of unwillingness, turned to Flame Graham, clearly trying to persuade him to save those crippled fellow disciples.

"No need to say more! Regardless of who it is, everyone must pay the price for their choices... moreover, even if I stepped in, I might not be able to stop Wyatt from killing."

Flame Graham spoke coldly, cutting off the Heartbreak Sect disciple’s words and looking towards Wyatt Barnes, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness.

He never expected that just months later, Wyatt Barnes’s strength had become so terrifying!

With just one sword strike, without even invoking the power of heaven and earth to produce a marvel, he had killed thirty-five people and crippled thirteen.

The speed of that sword was so fast that even he could hardly capture it.

"I thought that having cultivated the ’Supreme Forgetful Love Scripture’ and achieving minor success with ’Bipolar Ice-Fire Realm,’ I had left Wyatt far behind... But now it seems, Wyatt’s strength is not below mine!"

A flash flickered in Flame Graham’s eyes, and a strong fighting intent surged in the depths of his gaze.

Of course, even though he felt a battle spirit, he did not make a move, knowing now was not the time to act.

As for those crippled disciples of the Heartbreak Sect, he paid them no mind.

In his view, everyone must pay the price for their choices.

"If there is an afterlife, remember well... before coveting something, first weigh whether you have the strength!"

Wyatt Barnes stood on the Demon Sealing Monument, his purple robe fluttering without wind, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the thirteen young warriors lying on the ground as his hand slowly raised the sword.

"Spare us!"

"Spare us!!"

...

Realizing the imminent danger, the surviving disciples from the Grimm Wolf Fortress and Heartbreak Sect knelt on the ground, knocking their heads and begging for mercy, their voices filled with fear from their hearts.

"Some choices, once made, are hard to take back! Some actions taken require paying the price!"

Wyatt’s voice was clear and cold, he spoke word by word.

Almost at the instant his words fell, his sword in hand twirled into a beautiful bloom of sword flowers, blossoming radiantly and splendidly.

At the same time, the onlookers could clearly see a gaudy blossom of blood simultaneously emerging from the throats of the thirteen young disciples from the Sun and Moon Sect, the Grimm Wolf Fortress, and the Heartbreak Sect.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

Thirteen bodies fell one after another to the ground, becoming utterly silent.

For a moment, the scene returned to calm, eerily silent.

The attention of the spectators converged on the purple-clad figure standing above a river of blood and a mountain of corpses, their eyes filled with fear and wariness born from their hearts.

Drip! Drip!

...

The youth in purple stood with his sword, fresh blood still dripping continuously from the blade, its soft sound clearly reaching the ears of those present.

Many who heard this sound felt a chill run down their spines, their scalps tingling.

"Murderous god!"

At this moment, looking at the youth in purple standing on the broken monument, many people couldn’t help but have this thought.

In their eyes, this Wyatt Barnes was simply a ’murderous god’!

Three major powers, forty-eight young disciples, slaughtered in less than ten breaths, leaving no one alive.

They asked themselves, even with Wyatt’s strength, they might not be able to achieve this feat.

Killing, they were not afraid.

But to slaughter so many and create over a hundred mutilated bodies with two sword strikes, they admitted it was hard to achieve.

A fury that caused rivers of blood!

None other than this.

Many watchers were frightened and disturbed, their emotions taking a long time to calm down.

"Too terrifying! This Wyatt is too terrifying!!"

Tobias Morin, a Blade and Sword Sect disciple who had previously made moves against Wyatt, his face turning from green to pale, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

Now, aside from the shock, he felt only relief.

Relieved that Winnie Romero had acted in time and cut off his arm.

Otherwise, he would be undoubtedly dead!

"Hmm?"

Tatum Cruz, who had stood in a corner and turned ashen seeing Wyatt display his divine power, first was startled and then his face paled drastically.

He realized that after killing the forty-eight young warriors of the three major powers, Wyatt’s gaze had shifted to him, filled with murderous intent, seeking its prey.

"No! No!!"

Realizing what was about to happen, Tatum Cruz’s pupils shrank in horror, his body trembling violently.

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