Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 969: Wyatt’s Fury

Chapter 969: Chapter 969: Wyatt’s Fury

"Elder Ghostly!"

Even with a second-grade spirit spear propped against the ground, Marshall Tyler was still kneeling on one knee, continuously vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

The blood spattered and formed a glaring, eye-catching little stream on the ground before him.

Now, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, leaving him powerless to combat Wyatt Barnes.

In such dire straits, his only hope lay in the ’Ghost Fire’ that lurked within his body.

However, this time the Ghost Fire did not respond to Marshall Tyler.

"Elder Ghostly, Elder Ghostly..."

Marshall Tyler continued to call out, his voice filled with urgency, but the Ghost Fire still did not respond to him, as if it had completely disappeared.

At this point, Marshall Tyler sensed that something was amiss.

For a moment, he couldn’t help but struggle to lift his head, looking towards the purple-clad youth who was steadily approaching him.

When he saw that the youth now held a stone monument, chipped at the edges, he trembled with realization why the Ghost Fire was ignoring him.

Wyatt Barnes had taken out the ’Demon Sealing Monument,’ which naturally meant that the Ghost Fire would not come out to help him.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Staring at the purple-clad youth standing not far in front of him, looking down at him, Marshall Tyler couldn’t help but grit his teeth with hatred, his eyes filled with anger and a bitter taste.

He knew that he was done for!

Given the hatred between him and Wyatt Barnes, even if he begged for mercy, Wyatt Barnes would never let him go!

It was precisely because of this that Marshall Tyler, relying on the second-grade spirit spear, managed to stand up completely, his eyes glaring at Wyatt Barnes with hatred, "Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes! Even if I die, I won’t let you go! I, as a ghost, will not let you off!!"

With one hand holding the ’Demon Sealing Monument’ to guard against the suspected Martial Emperor’s remnant soul inside Marshall Tyler, and the other wielding a sword, Wyatt Barnes was already looking at Marshall Tyler with cold eyes.

With just a swing of the sword in his hand, Marshall Tyler would certainly die!

Now, hearing Marshall Tyler’s words, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. Then, looking down dismissively, he said, "Marshall Tyler, do you really think... I’m not afraid of you while you’re alive, so I would be afraid of you when you’re dead?"

"Hahahaha..."

Just then, Marshall Tyler let out a sinister laugh, wild and unreserved.

"What are you laughing about?"

Wyatt Barnes frowned, staring coldly at Marshall Tyler.

Eventually, Marshall Tyler’s laughter subsided, but his face was still covered with a cold, sinister smile.

Then, looking at Wyatt Barnes as if he were already a dead man, Marshall Tyler sneered, "Wyatt Barnes, what does it matter if you kill me?"

"As long as the upper echelons of Grimm Wolf Fortress know the ’Demon Sealing Monument’ is in your hands, they’ll never let you go! On the Netherworld Path, I’ll be waiting for you, I will definitely be waiting!!"

By the end, Marshall Tyler was laughing again, as if he had already foreseen the scene of Wyatt Barnes being killed by the higher-ups of Grimm Wolf Fortress soon after.

"Then you just keep waiting!"

Wyatt Barnes sneered, raising his hand, and the sword swept out, stabbing towards Marshall Tyler.

This thrust, bringing a change in the expression of Marshall Tyler who had just shown a sense of relief, made him grunt with pain.

Wyatt Barnes didn’t directly kill Marshall Tyler; his sword landed on the wrist of Marshall Tyler’s right hand and shook violently.

Spurt!

Blood flew as Wyatt Barnes’s sword severed Marshall Tyler’s tendons, causing Marshall Tyler, now with only one hand, to stagger.

Fortunately, Marshall Tyler was able to still grasp his second-grade spirit spear with his other hand.

Otherwise, he would have surely crashed to the ground fiercely, face-first.

Whoosh!

Regrettably, as Wyatt Barnes’s second sword stroke landed, severing the tendons in Marshall Tyler’s remaining hand, Marshall Tyler could no longer hold on and crashed down with a bang, looking utterly defeated.

"Wyatt Barnes, if you’re a man, give me a swift end! If you don’t give me a swift end, you’re nothing but a son of a bitch!"

Marshall Tyler grunted again, barely lifting his head to glare at the overlooking Wyatt Barnes, and shouted harshly, trying to provoke Wyatt Barnes to grant him a quick death.

No sooner had Marshall Tyler finished speaking than Wyatt Barnes’s eyes suddenly covered with a bloody red sheen.

It was acceptable for others to curse him.

But to curse his mother was something he couldn’t tolerate!!

"You wish for a quick, painless death, but I will not grant your desire! I will make you die slowly and in agony..."

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes’s voice was chilling to the extreme, as if it came from the depths of a frozen cave, sending shivers down the listener’s spine.

Marshall Tyler, having wanted to infuriate Wyatt Barnes but instead backfiring, suddenly turned pale with shock.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes’s sword descended again, dancing in an arc, slowly crippling one of Marshall Tyler’s legs, and during this process, Marshall Tyler could no longer hold back, screaming in agony.

"Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes, you... you’re a... you’re a devil! You’re a devil!!"

Only after Wyatt Barnes retracted his sword did Marshall Tyler catch his breath and roared out loud.

Whoosh!

Quickly, Wyatt Barnes’s sword struck down once more.

Marshall Tyler’s other leg was crippled, and he continued to scream, his face turning ghostly pale until he managed to stop the bleeding of his wounds with Origin Force, then his complexion eased slightly.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes’s face was expressionless, a glint in his eyes as his sword descended once again, brutally crippling Marshall Tyler’s core energy centre.

"Ahh!!"

This time, Marshall Tyler screamed tragically before losing consciousness entirely.

Meanwhile, the Origin Force that had been stopping the bleeding on Marshall Tyler’s body dissipated, and fresh blood incessantly poured from his limb wounds, quickly turning into a river that submerged his entire body.

Even at this moment, the fierce light in Wyatt Barnes’s eyes showed no sign of fading.

In his past life on Earth, he had been an orphan with neither father nor mother.

In this world, he had a mother named ’Christina Lee,’ whose love for him was so complete that he regarded her as his biological mother without any reservation.

If one were to ask whom he cared about the most in this world, without a doubt, it would be Christina Lee, the mother of his present life.

A dragon has its reverse scale, and touching it means certain death!

His mother, she was his ’reverse scale.’

And just a moment ago, Marshall Tyler had insulted his mother, driving Wyatt to the brink of fury, a rage so intense that he could barely contain it.

Whew!

Seeing that Marshall Tyler would soon die from excessive blood loss in his unconscious state, Wyatt’s eyes flashed fiercely as he raised his hand and took out an unopened jar of wine from his Storage Ring.

He removed the seal from the jar, and Wyatt poured the wine over Marshall Tyler’s head.

The cold wine made Marshall Tyler shudder violently, jolting him back to consciousness.

However, the newly awakened Marshall Tyler could only feel heart-wrenching pain all over his body and continued to ’wail’ miserably, nowhere near his previously carefree demeanor.

Having his cultivation destroyed, Marshall Tyler no longer had the means to summon Origin Force to stop the bleeding; he could only watch helplessly as his blood kept spilling out.

Suddenly, Marshall Tyler’s eyelids flipped, and he fainted once again.

Wyatt patience poured the wine over Marshall Tyler’s head time and time again, causing him to wake up repeatedly and emit a series of soul-piercing screams before passing out once more.

"Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes... just... just grant me a quick death!"

"I beg you! Please... please!!"

...

As time passed, the now pale and feeble Marshall Tyler kept pleading.

"From the moment you insulted my mother... you should have known there would be such consequences!"

However, Wyatt did not pay any attention to Marshall Tyler and continued to torment him.

It was only after half an hour, when Marshall Tyler’s head jerked and he slammed heavily onto the ground, dying from excessive blood loss, that the ordeal finally ceased to make any sound.

Marshall Tyler was dead, completely dead!

As Marshall Tyler died, the rage in Wyatt began to dissipate, and though his eyes still glinted with cold light, the deep-seated vengeance from before was no longer present.

Gazing at Marshall Tyler’s corpse, Wyatt’s eyes seemed somewhat distant.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall the first time he had met Marshall Tyler years ago.

Back then, Marshall Tyler had descended upon the summit of Heavenly Pivot Peak in the Seven Stars Sword Clan of the Royal Country of Green Forest, riding a Flying Beast Demon Beast, with intentions of taking liberties with his fiancee ’Keer.’

After that, disputes arose between Wyatt and Marshall Tyler, and they made a ’two-year agreement.’

During the two-year agreement, Wyatt defeated Marshall Tyler, who was several levels above him in cultivation, with ease using the ’Soul Technique’ called ’Thousand Illusions.’ This left Marshall Tyler unwilling to leave in defeat.

The next time Wyatt saw Marshall Tyler was during the ’Martial Contest of the Great Turdo Dynasty,’ where their contention deepened further.

...

After giving Marshall Tyler’s corpse a dismissive glance, Wyatt casually collected Marshall Tyler’s Storage Ring.

Hiss!

Right after that, a wisp of purple flame edged with gold sprang to life in Wyatt’s hand, ready to be cast onto Marshall Tyler’s corpse, erasing him completely from this world.

"Wait... wait!!"

Just at that moment, an urgent, hoarse, and ancient voice reached Wyatt’s ears, filled with anxiety, "Wyatt Barnes, don’t burn it yet, hold off!!"

"What... old man, are you afraid?"

Wyatt’s eyes flickered as a cold smirk appeared at his lips, and he said indifferently.

"Wyatt Barnes, if you are willing to spare me and let me temporarily reside in your body, I’ll definitely help you in the future! With me around, you in the future will surely..."

This voice, naturally, belonged to the remnant soul of the Martial Emperor suspect hidden within Marshall Tyler, also known as ’Elder Ghostly.’

Now witnessing his host ’Marshall Tyler’ being killed, he was eager to find a new host.

Otherwise, his remnant soul would completely disperse.

However, he was cut short, pausing for a moment in immense panic, he cried, "You... what are you doing?! Don’t! Don’t!! No..."

Unfortunately, Elder Ghostly’s plea was doomed to remain unfinished.

For at the very moment his voice hesitated, Wyatt had already sprinkled the flames onto Marshall Tyler’s corpse, igniting the strong alcohol covering him.

The flames surged, engulfing Marshall Tyler and preventing Elder Ghostly from continuing his plea, causing him to disappear from this world as well.

Marshall Tyler, Elder Ghostly, both dead!

From the beginning to the end, Wyatt’s face wore an expression of indifference.

He had clearly heard Elder Ghostly’s voice, but he paid it no heed.

He knew nothing about ’Elder Ghostly’ and inviting such an unknown spirit to reside within him posed untold risks for the future.

Therefore, he didn’t dare to take the risk.

"That spirit fruit..."

Regaining his composure, Wyatt claimed ownership of Marshall Tyler’s Storage Ring with his blood.

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