Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 738: Confrontation

"Wyatt."

Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel turned to look at Wyatt Barnes. Their features showed a deep concern.

"Grandfather Nigel, Uncle Nigel, don’t worry."

Wyatt shot them a reassuring glance.

Nevertheless, both Ivaan and Atharv remained uncertain.

They couldn’t understand why Wyatt would be so bold as to force his way into the ’Flying Rainbow Sect.’

The only explanation they could think of was that perhaps his current abilities were superior, enough to suppress the elders of the Flying Rainbow Sect. However, such a thought seemed fanciful.

How old was Wyatt?

Even if his talent was exceptional, could he, not yet even in his thirties, have achieved a cultivation level beyond the ’Peep Naught Realm Seventh-Order’?

To them, it seemed highly improbable.

Against the backdrop of Ivaan and Atharv’s unease, a sudden flurry of wind punctuated the silence in the distant sky.

Shortly after, three figures emerged before Wyatt and the other two.

They were all old women who had passed the age of seventy. One was dressed in blue, one in green, and one in yellow.

"Most Venerable Elder!"

"Most Venerable Elder!"

...

The female disciples of the Flying Rainbow Sect on the Martial Arts Performance Field paid their respects to the three old women.

The three were in fact, the ’Most Venerable Elders’ of the Flying Rainbow Sect.

Rumor had it, all three had achieved at least the Seventh-order of the Peep Naught Realm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three old women floated in the air not far from Wyatt and the others. Their attention primarily focused on Ivaan, for out of the three present, Ivaan was the only one they recognized.

"It seems you’ve genuinely forgotten our warning. I remember clearly, before you were banished last time, I warned you. If you dared to step foot into our Flying Rainbow Sect again, I swore to dismantle your capabilities."

With a gaze as sharp as a blade, the green-robed old woman spoke, her eyes fixed on Ivaan.

Ivaan’s complexion darkened, visibly trembling with rage.

At this moment, he regretted his weakness.

Had his power exceeded this old woman, he would’ve taught her a lesson long ago. Why should he withstand such humiliation?

"Old hag, you’re asking for death!"

Just because Ivaan endured, did not mean Atharv would. Hearing someone threaten his father stirred his anger. He fixed his gaze on the green-robed woman and was poised to attack.

"Huh?"

The green-robed woman’s expression darkened as she heard Atharv’s words. However, when her gaze fell on his face, she hesitated. Both Atharv and Ivaan shared similar features, revealing their father and son relationship.

Her anger soon turned to laughter, "Ah, I never would’ve guessed. The bastard child from back then is all grown up now. I see you’ve come to our Flying Rainbow Sect today. Could it be your last farewell to your mother?"

"You... you’re courting death!"

Atharv, hearing the green-robed woman’s sarcastic comments, couldn’t hold back any longer. His Origin Force energy surged, and he was ready to strike.

Ivaan, however, restrained him.

"Peep Naught Realm Third Order? You’re certainly not without talent. It’s just a pity that your little bit of cultivation is insignificant in our presence."

Gazing at the four thousand ancient colossal elephant shadows hovering above Atharv’s head, the green-robed woman laughed coldly.

"Why waste words with them? Dispose of them directly," the blue-robed old woman, who had been silent until now, said flatly.

Her words were devoid of any emotion, sounding as if a ’judge of life and death’ was delivering a verdict.

The last of the trio, the yellow-robed old woman, didn’t speak. Yet, her stance—step forward, her Origin Force energy surging—betrayed her intentions.

Ancient Horned Dragon images appeared in the void above the yellow-robed old woman, twisting and coiling, appearing almost lifelike.

Peep Naught Realm Seventh Order!

It was clear. The yellow-robed woman was a Seventh-Order Martial Artist of Peep Naught Realm.

"Is this the Ancient Horned Dragon image?"

"Rumors say that aside from the Sect Leader, the other three Most Venerable Elders of our Flying Rainbow Sect are also Seventh-Order Peep Naught Realm existences... It seems all of it is true."

"Of course it’s true! I’ve seen our Sect Leader in action. She’s an Eighth-Order expert in Peep Naught Realm! It’s just a pity that she’s seriously injured now, and it’s affecting her cultivation."

"I heard that after the Sect Leader got injured, even though the Pill Medicine fixed her meridians, there is still a significant amount of blood clotting in her body blocking her circulation. That’s why her Origin Force is hugely restrained."

...

The female disciples of the Flying Rainbow Sect on the Martial Arts Performance Field engaged in excited chatter.

Of course, there was something they all knew, though they didn’t voice it.

"If the Sect Leader had not been injured, would the Most Venerable Elders dare to behave like this?"

That was what they were honestly thinking.

Most people looked at Ivaan and Atharv with sympathy. They knew the brutal methods of the three Most Venerable Elders. They knew that even if they were lucky enough to survive, the father and son duo would not escape unscathed.

"Such a pity for this handsome young gentleman, I’m afraid he’s going to be harmed by them."

In the Martial Arts Performance Field, many of the female disciples of the Flying Rainbow Sect looked in the direction of the young man in purple standing between Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel, their hearts filled with regret.

Although, none of them had ever had any interaction with the young man in purple, their first impression of him was extremely favorable, coming from a deep-rooted wish not to see him hurt.

However, they also knew that the matter at hand was out of their control.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Following the old woman in yellow, the old women in green and blue took a step forward simultaneously, their Origin Force running rampant. Above their heads in the void, the shadow of an ancient Horned Dragon also appeared.

"Two more Seventh-Order Peep Naught Realm strongmen!"

A group of female disciples from the Flying Rainbow Sect couldn’t help but draw a cold breath.

Although, they had often heard that the three Supreme Elders of their Flying Rainbow Sect were existences at the ’Seventh-Order of the Peep Naught Realm’, that was only hearsay, and witnessing it personally was a completely different matter.

The appearance of three ancient Horned Dragons over the heads of the three old women, weaving and slithering, lifelike, gave a great visual shock to the group of Flying Rainbow Sect female disciples.

Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel, father and son, their faces turned grave one after another.

Then, after exchanging a glance, seeming to reach some tacit agreement, they took a step forward at the same time, protecting Wyatt Barnes firmly behind them.

"Wyatt, run!"

"Yes! Run fast, we’ll hold them off."

The Origin Force voices of Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel reached Wyatt Barnes’ ears, filled with urgency.

Upon hearing these two Origin Force voices, warmth rose in Wyatt Barnes’ heart.

He understood clearly.

Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel did not know of his true strength at this moment, therefore, their current actions were purely out of a heartfelt desire to prevent him from suffering any harm.

"This matter has nothing to do with him... The three Supreme Elders of the grand Flying Rainbow Sect shouldn’t be taking action against a young man, right?"

Ivaan Nigel said in a deep voice.

"Hmph!"

The response to Ivaan Nigel was a cold hum from the old woman in green, "No matter who he is, since he dared to cause trouble in the Flying Rainbow Sect along with you two father and son, do not blame me for being merciless!"

"He can also live like you, without cultivation... otherwise, die!"

The old woman in blue, her eyes flickering with a sharp light, spoke in a low voice.

Whoosh!

The robe on the old woman in yellow fluttered, a pair of cold gleaming eyes, instantly locked on Wyatt Barnes.

Upon hearing these words, Ivaan Nigel’s face changed instantly.

"Still calling yourself Supreme Elders of the Flying Rainbow Sect... In my opinion, you three are the disgrace of the Flying Rainbow Sect! Don’t think I don’t know why you are targeting my mother, it is not because of her union with my father, but in your eyes, she snatched away the sect leader’s position from your adopted daughter!"

Facing this danger, Atharv Nigel completely tore off the facades, scoffed and said, "In my opinion, what qualification does that sore loser woman have to compete with my mother?"

Whoosh!

Atharv Nigel’s words stirred up a great uproar.

Not only was Wyatt Barnes taken aback, but the group of female disciples of the Flying Rainbow Sect on the Martial Arts Performance Field also couldn’t help but look towards Atharv Nigel.

Could there be some inside story?

"Die!"

At that very moment, the old woman in yellow shouted coldly and took action.

Her target was not Wyatt Barnes, whom she had just locked onto, but Atharv Nigel who had just finished speaking. Obviously, she was enraged and somewhat irrational due to Atharv Nigel’s words.

The female disciples of the Flying Rainbow Sect on the scene only saw a yellow lightning streak across the sky, directly aiming for Atharv Nigel who seemed to be the son of the Sect Leader.

Whoosh!

Just at that critical moment, a swift and incomparable sword light fell from the sky, blocking the yellow lightning that was hurtling towards Atharv Nigel.

And then, in front of Atharv Nigel, a white figure appeared.

This was an old woman dressed in plain white clothes, her face slightly pale, clearly internally injured.

Moreover, because of her previous action, the hand holding the sword started to slightly tremble.

"Mother!"

Atharv Nigel looked at the familiar figure in front of him, couldn’t help but softly call out, his gentle voice heartfelt.

Wyatt Barnes raised an eyebrow.

This was the first time he saw his Uncle Nigel speaking with such a gentle tone, from which he could hear Uncle Nigel’s respect and affection for the old woman in white.

"Sect Leader!"

Meanwhile, the group of Flying Rainbow Sect female disciples on the Martial Arts Performance Field also paid their respects to the old woman in white.

"Cough, cough... Supreme Elders, do you plan on killing me after you kill them?"

The old woman in white, also the Sect Leader of the Flying Rainbow Sect ’Lillie Morgan’, coughed twice, becoming paler, her hoarse voice filled with anger.

"The Sect Leader is joking."

Facing the question of the old woman in white, the old woman in green kept a calm face and said faintly, "We only want to teach them a lesson, we never intended to kill them."

"Yes, Sect Leader... you are injured, better go back and rest. We will take care of this minor issue."

The old woman in blue also said.

"Please leave, Sect Leader."

The old woman in yellow spoke decisively, as her sharp eyes shone with the glint of a blade.