Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 954: Unstoppable

Chapter 954: Chapter 954: Unstoppable

North Nether Sect disciples, at first, did not use their full power but merely contended with the two Emerging Cloud Sect disciples with comparable strength.

Seeing this, the two Emerging Cloud Sect disciples quickened their pace of attack even further.

Just as the two were getting increasingly closer to the North Nether Sect disciple, the successfully ’lured into the deep’ North Nether Sect disciple’s already cold face revealed an even more chilling coldness.

In an instant, he unleashed all his power, and the strength of over eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons burst forth from his iron fist, whipping up gusts of wind and the sound of explosions, striking one of the Emerging Cloud Sect disciples like a meteor falling from the sky.

His fist struck with the force of a collapsing mountain, the power to shatter stones and shock the heavens!

Boom!

A loud crash sounded as the North Nether Sect disciple sent the spirit knife flying from the Emerging Cloud Sect disciple’s hand. His fist, piercing across the sky, transformed into a massive hammer, continuing to slam down onto the Emerging Cloud Sect disciple’s forehead.

Thump!

An explosive sound spread, the Emerging Cloud Sect disciple’s head burst like a watermelon, with red and white matter splashing in all directions, the headless body collapsing thunderously to the ground.

"You... you actually hid your strength?!"

The other Emerging Cloud Sect disciple, who wielded a sword and who had been speaking disdainfully all along, saw his fellow disciple’s head being blown open by the suddenly erupting North Nether Sect disciple. His face changed color in an instant.

Right after that, without any hesitation, he turned and fled!

What a joke!

He had exerted his full strength, with only a bit more than five hundred and fifty ancient Horned Dragon’s strength, while his opponent had the strength of eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons. There was no way he could defeat the other.

However, all he could think about now was ’flight,’ without considering whether he could escape under the eyes of the North Nether Sect disciple.

No sooner had the Emerging Cloud Sect disciple fled more than ten meters than he was caught up by the North Nether Sect disciple. In great shock and horror, his head was punched to pieces, following the footsteps of his fellow disciple.

In the blink of an eye, after killing two Emerging Cloud Sect disciples, the North Nether Sect disciple’s expression remained unchanged. After collecting their ’Storage Rings,’ his gaze finally settled on Wyatt Barnes.

"Kid... you are quite clever."

The North Nether Sect disciple, with his cold face, looked at Wyatt Barnes and said lightly, "Lucky for you, you did not flee... otherwise, you would have died before them! But now, it’s your time to join them."

Towards the end, as the North Nether Sect disciple looked at Wyatt Barnes, a chilling intent to kill emanated from his eyes.

The intent to kill on his body soared to the sky!

"If I give you this ’Mystique Fragment’... will you still kill me?"

Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes, a flash of keen interest briefly sparkled through them, as he asked with curiosity.

"Of course!"

The North Nether Sect disciple said as a matter of course, "If you live, spread the news of me obtaining this ’Seventh-Order Emperor Realm Earth Mystique Fragment’... wouldn’t I then become the target of everyone’s arrows?"

"Only the dead cannot speak."

No sooner had he spoken, than above the void over the North Nether Sect disciple’s head, the phenomenon of heaven and earth wavered, and the illusion of the eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons grew more tangible, ready to strike at any moment.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Wyatt Barnes’s narrowed eyes suddenly flew open, revealing a bright smile on his face as his gaze fell on the North Nether Sect disciple.

"What do you mean by that?"

Seeing the smile on Wyatt Barnes’s face, the North Nether Sect disciple felt a tingle in his heart and couldn’t help but ask in a deep voice.

"Only the dead cannot speak!"

Wyatt Barnes repeated the words the North Nether Sect disciple had just said. Almost at the moment his words ended, his figure moved, shooting out swiftly.

The wind swept the fallen leaves!

Wyatt Barnes transformed into a whirlwind, sweeping towards the North Nether Sect disciple with unrivaled force.

On Wyatt’s body, earthen yellow power vibrated, accompanied by streaks of purple lightning, entwined with the vast azure energy, extending all the way to the Emperor Grade spirit sword in his hand.

The sword howled, and the Emperor Grade spirit sword gained an incredibly sharp aura, as if it could tear through anything.

When Wyatt made his move, it was with all his might, without any reservation.

Whoosh!

As Wyatt’s figure swept out, the Emperor Grade spirit sword in his hand vibrated, and above the void over his head, the power of heaven and earth surged, forming a magnificent spectacle.

A thousand ancient Horned Dragon shadows roared out, baring their teeth and claws as they charged towards the North Nether Sect disciple.

The North Nether Sect disciple felt only a flash before his eyes before that purple figure was already not far in front of him. The sight of those thousand ancient Horned Dragon phantasms arising from the void shocked him to his core.

"A... a thousand ancient Horned Dragons’ strength!"

The North Nether Sect disciple was greatly alarmed.

He had never imagined that this young man in purple, who looked to be about twenty-five years old, possessed such formidable strength.

Those two ’Emerging Cloud Sect disciples’ before had clearly never seen the young man in purple.

Furthermore, with the Emerging Cloud Sect disciples saying they had entered with ’Impermanence Sect disciples,’ if the young man in purple was an Impermanence Sect disciple, even if they did not recognize him, surely they would recognize his affiliation.

Therefore, the young man in purple was neither an ’Emerging Cloud Sect disciple’ nor an ’Impermanence Sect disciple.’

Since he was a North Nether Sect disciple, he could almost confirm that the young man in purple was not one of their North Nether Sect.

"Earlier in his speech, he hinted that he was also from the ’Northern Desert’... The strongest in the Northern Desert land are the three ’Second-Rate Powers,’ which are our ’North Nether Sect,’ along with the ’Emerging Cloud Sect’ and the ’Impermanence Sect’!"

In that instant, thoughts raced through the North Nether Sect disciple’s mind.

"Could it be he is from a Third-Rate Power?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in the disciple of the North Nether Sect, and in that moment, his face involuntarily betrayed an expression of disbelief.

Since when had such a powerful young warrior appeared among third-rate powers?

Whoosh!

The sound of the sword whistling through the air brought the North Nether Sect disciple fully back to his senses, and in a panic, he threw a punch to meet the fleeting glint of the lightning-fast sword light.

"Somewhat interesting."

Seeing the North Nether Sect disciple daring to skirmish with the edge of his almost Emperor Grade spirit sword, a chill crept onto Wyatt’s lips, and suddenly, the sword he had originally intended to dodge with quivered.

Whoosh!

The brilliance of the almost Emperor Grade spirit sword surged, then met the iron fist of the North Nether Sect disciple head-on, thrusting directly forward, its sword light sweeping out ruthlessly, sparing no mercy as it plunged into the fist of the North Nether Sect disciple.

"Ha!"

Upon seeing this, the North Nether Sect disciple suddenly shouted, his strength increasing as the power of over eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons surged out of his fist, holding nothing back.

Boom!!

A loud noise emerged as the strength contained in Wyatt’s sword light clashed with the force of the North Nether Sect disciple’s fist, briefly coming to a standstill.

In that instant, a vast shockwave, like ripples spreading, surged out from the epicenter of their clash.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

A series of explosive sounds reverberated, stirring up fierce winds that blew out in all directions, filling the entire cave with dust.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

...

A series of crisp sounds followed, as terrifying cracks appeared in the ground beneath the feet of the North Nether Sect disciple, spreading and extending like a giant spiderweb.

In contrast, not a single crack appeared beneath Wyatt’s feet.

This made it evident that the current clash exerted no pressure on Wyatt.

Boom!

In the next instant, the power from the sword in Wyatt’s hand fully released.

The strength of one thousand ancient Horned Dragons completely and effortlessly overpowered the North Nether Sect disciple’s eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons, scattering the strength from his punch.

And that wasn’t all.

Splash!

The almost Emperor Grade spirit sword, wielded by Wyatt, went through the North Nether Sect disciple’s Grade Two spirit glove that was on his fist, ruthlessly entering his arm and with a sudden sweep, shredded his entire arm to pieces.

"Hmph!"

A muffled grunt mingled with pain escaped from the mouth of the North Nether Sect disciple.

Immediately after, he was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the ground, utterly disheveled.

As for Wyatt, he stood there, sword in hand, looking down at the North Nether Sect disciple with a cold gaze, like an Undefeated War God.

"Quite spirited."

A hint of surprise flickered in Wyatt’s eyes. His sword had followed the North Nether Sect disciple’s fist and entered his entire arm, completely shredding it to pieces.

The pain endured was far greater than if his arm had simply been chopped off.

Yet this North Nether Sect disciple had only let out a single grunt from beginning to end, catching his breath shortly after being tossed away, which was startling.

Then, the North Nether Sect disciple’s next action made Wyatt’s pupils involuntarily constrict.

Hum!

The North Nether Sect disciple lifted his left hand, forming a blade with his palm, Origin Force shining, turning into a white blade light that, in a decisive move, cut off his mangled arm which was beyond recovery.

"Hmph!"

Grunting once more, the North Nether Sect disciple used his Origin Force to stem the bleeding and swallowed a Pill Medicine for healing, which brought a touch of color back to his extremely pale face.

"So ruthless towards oneself... this man is terrifying!"

Seeing this unfold, Wyatt’s eyes grew colder, and a rising urge to kill could hardly be suppressed.

A person who can be so ruthless to himself would be even more merciless towards others.

Nevertheless, deep inside, Wyatt still had some admiration for the disciple of the North Nether Sect.

But he showed no mercy.

As the other had said, only dead men tell no tales.

"Your sword... what exactly is it? Even a Grade One spirit sword shouldn’t have been able to destroy my glove!"

The North Nether Sect disciple took a deep breath and stared at Wyatt, his eyes filled with wariness.

"Good eye," Wyatt spoke lightly. "This sword in my hand, how could it be comparable to mere Grade One spirit swords? Not to mention your mere Grade Two spirit glove, if I wish, I could destroy a Grade One spirit weapon just the same!"

An almost Emperor Grade spirit weapon, breaking the shackles of ordinary spirit weapons, besides having ’one-fold’ enhancement strength, also possesses an unstoppable and formidable nature.

The most difficult part about crafting an almost Emperor Grade spirit weapon isn’t the technique but rather, the ’material’.

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