Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 957 Another Exquisite Box

Chapter 957: Chapter 957 Another Exquisite Box

Alas, by the time the two young men reacted, it was already too late.

They never would have thought that this white-clothed youth who appeared even younger than them could possess such formidable strength, utterly crushing them.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Marshall Tyler’s hand shook his seven-foot spear, and two beams of spear light swiftly passed by, like winds and flames, twin dragons emerged, effortlessly killing the two overly confident young men.

In a single encounter, he killed two ’First level Transforming Void Realm warriors’!

Such an achievement, taking place on a ’Seventh-Order Cave Void Realm warrior’, would have astounded any third person present, to the point of being speechless or dumbfounded.

Because in the eyes of ordinary people, this was nearly impossible.

A Seventh-Order Cave Void Realm warrior killing two ’First level Transforming Void Realm warriors’ in one encounter is something that no one would believe, taking it for nothing but a tall tale, a huge joke.

"Two pieces of trash!"

Marshall Tyler, who had just put his seven-foot spear into the Storage Ring, swept a disdainful glance at the corpses of the two young men, "Transforming Void Realm warriors... Nothing special after all!"

At this moment, Marshall Tyler seemed to have completely forgotten.

Not long ago, he was indeed forced by a Transforming Void Realm warrior to abandon the ’Demon Sealing Monument shard’ and flee down into the ’Bottomless Abyss’ to save his own life.

Otherwise, he would have become a corpse by now.

"Three spirit fruits... all mine for the taking," Marshall Tyler declared.

Marshall Tyler approached the colorful plant at the very end of the damp cave and reached out to pluck the three spirit fruits, each a different color, holding them in his hand and examining them closely.

"According to my judgment... any one of these three spirit fruits should be enough to help you leap directly from ’Seventh-Order Cave Void Realm’ to ’First level Transforming Void Realm’!"

At the same time, a voice sounded in Marshall Tyler’s mind—it was Ghostfire.

"So potent?!"

Hearing Ghostfire’s words, Marshall Tyler couldn’t help but be shocked.

You see, he was only at the ’Seventh-Order Cave Void Realm’, three levels away from the ’First level Transforming Void Realm’.

A single spirit fruit, enough to help him break through three levels consecutively?

In an instant, Marshall Tyler’s breathing became incredibly rapid.

"Of course... any one of these three spirit fruits, even for a Transforming Void Realm warrior, as long as they aren’t above the ’Fourth level’, once consumed, can elevate at least one level in their cultivation."

Ghostfire stated matter-of-factly.

"Good, good... Even if I only consume one of these spirit fruits, once I break through to the ’First level Transforming Void Realm’, my strength will surpass that of Wyatt Barnes!"

Marshall Tyler’s eyes gleamed as he said through gritted teeth, "Wyatt Barnes, I will kill you and take back the ’Demon Sealing Monument’... When that time comes, I, Marshall Tyler, will soar to the skies! You are destined to be trampled under my feet."

"About seeking revenge on Wyatt Barnes, there’s no rush... First, find a secluded place, consume a spirit fruit and properly cultivate, raising your level to ’First level Transforming Void Realm’—that’s the right path," Ghostfire instructed.

"Right."

Marshall Tyler nodded in agreement with Ghostfire’s words and began to look around for a secluded cave, ready to consume the recently acquired ’spirit fruit’ to enhance his cultivation.

Wyatt Barnes, of course, knew nothing of these events.

Wyatt Barnes didn’t know that Marshall Tyler whom he thought would have perished falling into the ’Bottomless Abyss’ was still alive, nor did he know that Marshall Tyler had obtained three spirit fruits that could be considered ’precious treasures’, with the potential to surpass him at any moment.

Currently, Wyatt Barnes was shuttling from one cave to another, trying to ascertain the direction that would lead him to determine the location of the palace left in the central region of the ’Martial Emperor’s secret realm’ by a Martial Emperor.

According to that Martial Emperor, his palace—where he rested after his life ended—was situated in the central region of the ’Martial Emperor’s secret realm’.

"Emperor Realm Mystique fragments!"

Wyatt Barnes’s goal was the ’Emperor Realm Mystique fragment’ inside the remains of that Martial Emperor, as well as two other ’Emperor Realm Mystique fragments’.

In the entire ’Martial Emperor’s secret realm’, apart from those three ’Mystique fragments’, there were only five more ’Mystique fragments’.

Now, he had acquired one of them, a ’Seventh-Order Emperor Realm Earth Mystique fragment’.

Finding the remaining four was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Even obtaining one, in Wyatt Barnes’s view, was already due to good luck; otherwise, it wasn’t guaranteed at all.

"To think I haven’t encountered a single living disciple of the Five Elements Sect."

As Wyatt Barnes moved swiftly from place to place, his expression slightly darkened.

Along the way, although he encountered several disciples of the Five Elements Sect, without exception, they were all corpses, and they had all been dead for quite some time.

He wanted to avenge them but couldn’t find the murderer.

Within a spacious cave, the movements of two swift figures suddenly came to a halt.

Around their bodies, countless broken stones were piled up, and among these stones were scattered many red fragments—’Fire Mystique fragments,’ well over a hundred of them.

Surrounded by ’Fire Mystique fragments on the ground, neither of them bothered to collect them.

Their gazes converged, involuntarily, on the delicate box at the cave’s ceiling in the middle.

Half of the delicate box was embedded in the cave ceiling, conspicuously holding the ’treasures’ left by the Martial Emperor strongman.

The eyes of the two young men soon left the delicate box.

"Dior Mullins, I didn’t expect your strength to have increased this much... It seems your ’Impermanence Sect’ came well-prepared this time with no small ambition," one of the young men said to the other, his voice grave.

"And your ’Emerging Cloud Sect’ isn’t the same?"

The disciple known as ’Dior Mullins’ from the Impermanence Sect sneered with a pair of sharp eyes, "Pace Chase, we once fought during the ’Three Sects Martial Meet’... I was defeated by you then! Today, I will not only wash away the disgrace but also kill you and monopolize the treasure."

"Well, we’ll see if you have the skills," Pace Chase retorted.

Pace Chase responded indifferently.

Almost the instant Pace Chase’s words ended, Dior Mullins made his move, opting to strike first and heading straight toward Pace Chase.

In his hands, a soft sword as thin as the wings of a cicada materialized out of thin air.

Whoosh!

With a sinister chill, the soft sword cleaved through the air, emitting a series of whistling sounds, aiming straight for the vitals from the start, targeting Pace Chase’s brow.

Rustle!

Above Dior Mullins’s head, within the void, the power of heaven and earth stirred, and with it, a phenomenon formed.

A multitude of ancient Horned Dragon phantoms appeared above the void over Dior Mullins’s head.

A total of more than eight hundred and thirty.

Dior Mullins, possessing a ’Transforming Void Realm Second Layer’ cultivation, released all of his Origin Force, comparable to the power of three hundred ancient Horned Dragons.

With the amplification of a second-rank spiritual weapon, he could enhance his power to match that of more than two hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons.

Furthermore, Dior Mullins had also comprehended the ’Second Layer High-order Sword Realm,’ equivalent to the power of three hundred ancient Horned Dragons.

Therefore, when Dior Mullins exerted his full strength, it was comparable to the power of over eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons!

A sword imbued with the power of more than eight hundred and thirty ancient Horned Dragons swept through the air, its sword’s cry echoing, causing air currents to sweep through and setting off a series of minor sonic booms.

Whoosh!

The sword aimed for Pace Chase’s brow, intending to kill him with a single strike.

Seeing Dior Mullins take the initiative and display such power, Pace Chase’s expression became slightly solemn, yet there was not a trace of fear in his eyes as he stepped forward to meet the attack.

Hum!

In his hands, a similarly thin narrow knife appeared, its blade radiating a series of incomparably sharp auras, meeting Dior Mullins’s sword.

Rustle!

Above the void, the power of heaven and earth stirred once more, with phenomena taking shape and turning into phantoms of ancient Horned Dragons.

In the blink of an eye, the number of ancient Horned Dragon phantoms rose to over eight hundred.

"Kill!"

Facing Pace Chase, who was approaching, Dior Mullins’s eyes brimmed with cold light, his soft sword’s brilliance rampaging as it met Pace Chase’s approaching knife, as if determined to settle the fight with a direct clash.

However, his confidence quickly froze on his face.

He clearly saw the number of ancient Horned Dragon phantoms above Pace Chase’s head surge to over nine hundred and thirty in a blink, a full one hundred more than his number.

"No!!"

Dior Mullins’s face drastically changed.

He had never imagined that Pace Chase had been hiding his true strength from the very beginning.

As it turned out, Pace Chase, who was on par with him in cultivation and also wielded a second-rank spiritual weapon, had comprehended the ’Third Layer Knife Realm,’ utterly crushing his ’Second Layer Sword Realm’!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing spread, ear-piercingly loud.

Boom!

At the same time, the two forces collided, creating a loud explosion that set off a ripple-like shockwave, stirring a fierce wind.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

...

Under Dior Mullins’s feet, the floor shattered, numerous ferocious cracks spreading in all directions, turning into a massive spider web.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, Dior Mullins’s sword brilliance was crushed by Pace Chase’s knife aura.

In a moment, Dior Mullins was enveloped by Pace Chase’s knife aura, his body severed into two pieces.

Dior Mullins’s mutilated body hit the floor, blood staining the ground, forming a stream that flowed slowly, glaringly vibrant.

Dior Mullins, who had advanced into the ’Martial Emperor’s Secret Treasure’ among the Impermanence Sect disciples, was strong enough to rank within the top five among the ten young disciples who entered this time.

Yet he had died, slain by the hand of the ’Emerging Cloud Sect’ disciple Pace Chase.

"You’re still too green to fight with me, Dior Mullins," Pace Chase sneered, striding forward two steps and squatting down, ready to take the Storage Ring off Dior Mullins’s hand.

However, before he could reach out, his body stiffened.

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, Pace Chase hurriedly turned around, his face wary as he looked at the young man who had appeared behind him at an unknown time, his expression darkening slightly, "Who are you?"

The young man paid no attention to Pace Chase, his gaze fixated on the exquisite box embedded at the top of the cavern, shimmering with a fervent glow.

"You should leave... I don’t want to kill you," the young man finally said, looking at Pace Chase with a cold voice, his face remaining stern throughout.

"Who exactly are you?" Pace Chase asked again.

"Heartbreak Sect, Flame Graham."

The young man with the stern countenance spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone.