Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1609: Rescue at the Netherworld Sect

Looking at Wyatt Barnes, Trevor Baillie’s eyes were full of surprise.

Though he had long heard about his junior brother’s extraordinary strength, it was still just hearsay until today. Seeing it with his own eyes gave him quite a shock.

The person in charge of the Netherworld Sect’s base in the Capital City of the Fletcher Kingdom, the Vice Sect Leader of the Netherworld Sect, Samuel Campbell, just died like that.

Although he hadn’t been in the Netherworld Sect for long, he had heard of Samuel Campbell’s reputation, knowing that Samuel was the third strongest in the Netherworld Sect. His strength was second only to the Sect Leader and that Elder, both of whom were Saint Realm powerhouses!

"This Samuel Campbell broke into the thirtieth rank of the Heavenly List over ten years ago... Even though he hadn’t challenged those ranked higher on the Heavenly List in recent years, no one could shake his position. His true strength now is definitely not so simple as just being the thirtieth on the Heavenly List."

At this thought, Trevor Baillie took a deep breath, deeply shocked by Wyatt Barnes’ strength.

On the other side, Pond Thomsen looked at Wyatt Barnes, his eyes filled with nothing but fear and dread.

"Samuel Campbell was actually killed by him... and in just one encounter! How is this possible! Samuel’s strength, even compared to Miss Romero of the Floating Flame Sect, was not inferior... What kind of monster is this Wyatt Barnes, to kill Samuel Campbell so easily?"

Pond Thomsen’s heart was filled with horror. Even now, he could hardly believe the scene he just witnessed was real.

And those two elders from the Netherworld Sect, upon seeing Samuel Campbell’s body split in two, their expressions changed drastically. When they looked at Wyatt Barnes again, their eyes were filled with only fear—a fear deep from the heart and soul.

Faced with Wyatt Barnes, who could easily kill the third strongest of the Netherworld Sect, they were filled with a sense of helplessness.

"Senior Brother, the person you mentioned in the jade slip of sound who abducted you and Uncle Romero to the Netherworld Sect... It should be him, right?"

Wyatt Barnes stood atop the Flying Sword, his purple robe fluttering without wind. His calm gaze unknowingly fell upon Pond Thomsen as he asked Trevor Baillie.

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, Pond Thomsen’s face instantly changed dramatically.

"Yes, it’s him!"

Trevor Baillie nodded, giving Pond Thomsen a resentful look.

If it wasn’t for Pond Thomsen abducting them to the Netherworld Sect, they would have already reached the Capital City of the Fletcher Kingdom to reunite with his junior brother, avoiding all these troubles.

"A... misunderstanding! It’s a misunderstanding!"

Seeing Wyatt Barnes’ gaze suddenly become sharp towards him, Pond Thomsen’s already unpleasant face became even more unsightly. He still tried to force a smile towards Wyatt Barnes.

This smile looked more pitiful than crying.

At this moment, Pond Thomsen wanted to turn and run.

But thinking of Samuel Campbell’s end made his body freeze.

Samuel Campbell’s strength was far above his, and in terms of speed, it made him bite the dust.

Yet even Samuel Campbell couldn’t escape from the hands of the purple-robed youth before him, so how could he possibly escape?

"Misunderstanding?"

Trevor Baillie sneered.

Pond Thomsen, however, ignored Trevor Baillie. His eyes occasionally fell on Wyatt Barnes’ face, warily observing changes in Wyatt’s expression to gauge his emotions. At times, he looked at the Flying Sword under Wyatt Barnes’ feet, for it was the first time he had seen a domain condensed into a sword.

And this sword seemed to contain a terrifying power.

This was apparent from how Samuel Campbell was instantly killed by it.

Suddenly, Pond Thomsen’s pupils contracted.

Only because he saw the Flying Sword under Wyatt Barnes’ feet suddenly glowing, its brightness sharply increasing.

At this moment, he felt a sharp and terrifying aura directly lock onto him!

This aura came from the Flying Sword under Wyatt Barnes’ feet!

Pond Thomsen’s thoughts froze in this instant.

Swoosh!!

Once more, the fleeting sound of a sword’s whistle echoed into the ears of Trevor Baillie and the two elders of the Netherworld Sect, as well as into Pond Thomsen’s ears.

This fleeting sword whistle was destined to be the last sound he would ever hear in his life.

Wyatt Barnes swiftly swept past on the Flying Sword, and Pond Thomsen’s head left his body, following in Samuel Campbell’s footsteps.

In a matter of moments, the two Vice Sect Leaders of the Netherworld Sect were all killed by Wyatt Barnes’ sword.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Seeing this scene, the two elders of the Netherworld Sect instantly paled and, after exchanging glances, divided and fled in two directions.

Now, they dared not hope that Wyatt Barnes would spare them.

Though they didn’t know if they could escape, they knew staying meant death. To survive, they chose to take a chance.

"Hmph!"

Seeing the two elders of the Netherworld Sect fleeing in separate directions, Wyatt Barnes snorted coldly.

In an instant, the Flying Sword under his feet radiated resplendently, spreading out like blazing sunlight. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of sword lights whistled in all directions.

These sword lights seemed to have eyes, intentionally bypassing Trevor Baillie, not harming him in the slightest.

And those two elders of the Netherworld Sect, in the blink of an eye, were pierced into beehives, their bodies riddled with undefinable holes, lifeless, evidently killed instantly.

To kill the two vice sect leaders and two elders of the Netherworld Sect, despite them being formidable demon cultivators, Wyatt Barnes didn’t use the ’Demon Sealing Monument’. He killed them all with his own power.

A strength he self-proclaims as unmatched beneath the Saint Realm is evident.

The changes in the current situation dazzled Trevor Baillie.

"Senior Brother."

It wasn’t until Wyatt Barnes called out that Trevor Baillie came to his senses. As he looked again at Wyatt, his gaze was complex, yet his face carried a smile, pleased with Wyatt’s achievements today.

Once, his junior brother needed his protection.

But now, this junior brother has powers far beyond his own.

"Senior Brother, take me to the Netherworld Sect."

Wyatt Barnes said to Trevor Baillie.

Netherworld Sect!

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Trevor’s eyes lit up, and he promptly asked, "Junior Brother, has the Swayer Family agreed to help?"

"No."

Wyatt Barnes shook his head, then said, "It’s just you and me going together."

"Just us?"

Instantly, Trevor Baillie’s brow furrowed, "Junior Brother, this is no joke... Although Samuel Campbell, whom you just killed, is considered the third strongest in the Netherworld Sect, the strongest two, the sect leader and the grand elder, are Saint Realm experts! Unless we don’t alert them, it’s hard to rescue anyone under their noses."

"And once we act within the Netherworld Sect, it’s hard not to alert them."

As he spoke, Trevor Baillie was somewhat helpless.

"Senior Brother, I know what you’re saying... Don’t worry, I have a plan."

Wyatt Barnes said.

"Junior Brother... Have you broken through to the ’Saint Realm’?"

Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Trevor Baillie as he looked fervently at Wyatt and asked.

"No."

Wyatt Barnes shook his head. Although he had the Jewel Tower to assist, his cultivation advanced rapidly, yet he still had a long way to reach the ’Saint Realm’.

Even with the Jewel Tower’s help, it requires time.

"No?"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Trevor Baillie deflated, "Junior Brother, it’s not that I underestimate you... Your strength is formidable, even if placed on the ’Heavenly List’, it would rank among the top. However, even the first on the ’Heavenly List’, before Saint Realm experts, remains vulnerable... the gap between non-Saint and Saint Realm is too vast."

"And trying to rescue people without alerting the two Saint Realm experts in the Netherworld Sect is very hard."

Trevor Baillie was certain of this.

Because he knew, before he and Pond Thomsen left the Netherworld Sect station, Pond had spoken to the sect leader about his potential to become a ’Four-star Saint Markings Master’.

The Netherworld Sect leader took this very seriously, even paying close attention to Taoi Romero and others.

Because he knew, only with Taoi Romero and others in the Netherworld Sect would Trevor Baillie feel secure imprinting various ’Saint Markings’ for the sect.

Thus, under such circumstances, rescuing Taoi Romero and others without alerting the sect leader was nearly impossible.

"Senior Brother, rest assured, I am fully confident in rescuing Uncle Romero and the others."

Even as Trevor Baillie stated the stakes, Wyatt Barnes remained utterly confident, seeming to disregard the two Saint Realm experts of the Netherworld Sect.

Trevor Baillie had known Wyatt Barnes long enough to understand Wyatt wasn’t one to make baseless claims.

Though he wasn’t sure where Wyatt’s immense confidence came from, he said nothing more. After leaving the Capital City of Fletcher Kingdom with Wyatt, he headed toward the Netherworld Sect’s station.

On the way, Wyatt Barnes felt a stirring in his heart.

"I didn’t expect news of Uncle Romero would come so soon... If Uncle Romero learns that I found Winnie, he will definitely be very happy. They father and daughter, after many years apart, can finally reunite."

At this moment, Wyatt Barnes thought about Winnie Romero in the Floating Flame Sect.

While Wyatt Barnes and Trevor Baillie traveled to the Netherworld Sect, the sect’s base was in uproar.

All because the bloody scent from the corpses of the two vice sect leaders and two elders attracted the attention of many disciples, causing the news of their deaths to quickly spread outward.

"Surprise?"

In the Swayer Family’s residence, family head ’Micah Swayer’ had just heard his son recount Mr. Barnes’ words when, not yet having reacted, he saw a hurried figure burst in without prior notification.

And this person was none other than one of the Swayer Family’s grand elders, Jordan Swayer.

Only he would dare enter Micah Swayer’s courtyard without announcement.

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