Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 775: Thru East

Under the astonished gaze of the spectators, the four house soldiers of the East Clan, after taking their healing Pill Medicine, left directly.

In the direction they were heading, it wasn’t toward the location of the East Clan.

Now, they had only one thought:

That is to go as far as possible and never return to the ancient city of the Desert!

Only in this way could they escape the pursuit of the East Clan.

However, although the four house soldiers of the East Clan escaped, the news of the death of the eldest son of the East Clan, ’Hamish East’, still returned to the East Clan.

The East Clan, one of the three major clans in the ancient desert city, controlled one side of the ancient city of the desert.

At this moment, in the vast lake of the East Clan mansion, an old man was quietly sitting in the pavilion at the center of the lake, holding a fishing rod, fishing.

While the old man was fishing, his eyes were tightly closed, looking extremely relaxed and content.

This old man seemed no different from an ordinary elderly man.

All of a sudden, the old man opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness passed by.

Zoop!

At the same time, the hand of the old man holding the fishing rod twitched, directly pulling up the rod, a big fish was hooked and flung into the bamboo basket next to him.

If anyone were present, they would have been shocked upon seeing the hook on the old man’s fishing rod.

Simply because the fishhook was straight!

If Wyatt Barnes were here, seeing this scene, he would undoubtedly recall the legendary tales of ’Lord Stewart fishing’ passed down from ancient earth.

Lord Stewart fishes, the willing ones get hooked!

And the fishing hook used by Lord Stewart, indeed, was straight.

"Finally caught one... Today, Hamish will have a feast."

The old man smiled faintly, muttered to himself, and when he mentioned ’Hamish,’ a deep sense of doting love gleamed in his murky eyes.

In his life, he had seen many ups and downs, his son died young and only left him a grandson, it was essentially a single lineage.

Because of this, he loved and doted on that grandson so much that he wished he could give him the best of everything in the world.

It was also because of that grandson that he continued to hold the position of Clan Chief of the East Clan, as he planned to pass it on to his grandson in the future.

He had placed his greatest hopes on his grandson.

And his grandson hadn’t disappointed him. Although he was somewhat of a ’prodigal,’ his talent and understanding were commendable.

As for being ’prodigal,’ he didn’t worry about it at all.

Who didn’t have a wild and unrestrained youthful period?

Moreover, he had the means to allow his grandson to be ’prodigal’ in the ancient desert city and did not worry about anyone daring to provoke his grandson.

Suddenly, the old man’s brows raised as he saw a figure running frantically towards the lake pavilion.

"Didn’t I say I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m fishing?"

The old man’s face fell, and as he spoke, a strong and imposing aura radiated from him, enveloping the incoming person, pressing her to involuntarily lower her waist.

The person was an old woman, the housekeeper of the East Clan, her face was extremely unwell, she seemed to struggle to speak.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the old woman’s expression, the old man’s face hardened.

The old woman had given her life for their East Clan - he knew her too well. If it weren’t something critical, the old woman would never lose her composure like this.

"What happened? Is there a big problem?"

The old man asked.

Hearing the old man’s words, the old woman took a deep breath, and then said with a trembling voice: "Ch...Chief, the eldest master... the eldest master he..."

"What happened to the eldest master?"

The old man’s aura immediately grew stronger, pressing on the old woman, causing her to break out in a cold sweat, her body shaking uncontrollably.

The old man’s eyes were piercing, as if they could penetrate the old woman’s body.

"Chief, please accept my condolences."

Finally, the old woman caught her breath, lowered her head, and said quietly.

My condolences?

Hearing the old woman’s words, the old man’s body trembled, and a chilling, terrifying aura exploded out of him in an instant.

The next moment, a terrifying whirlwind suddenly rose up around the lakeside pavilion, faster and faster, eventually forming into solid wind blades.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

...

Angered, the old man’s sudden burst fancied numerous wind blades, instantly shredding the entire lakeside pavilion into fragments, which collapsed with a loud rumble into the vast lake.

A once grand pavilion in the lake, vanished in just a blink of an eye.

Not only that, at this time, the water in the whole lake was also engulfed by the terrifying wind, and then swept up, transforming into roaring water dragons.

At this moment, only the old man and the old woman were left unscathed.

The old woman lowered her head and dared not speak.

She could deeply feel the fury that was surging within the Chief. She had no doubt that if she dared to talk more at this time, she might very well become the object of the Chief’s venting.

"Lead the way!"

The old man coldly ordered, raising his hand, he and the old woman vanished instantly into thin air over the vast lake.

At that moment, the boiling lake water calmed again.

"Who did this?!"

In the main hall of the Clifford family, many senior figures of the family gathered. Seeing an old man storm in furiously, they couldn’t help but sigh.

"Hamish!"

The old man stood next to the corpse lying on the ground, looking at the body that had been pierced through the throat by a sword, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, "Don’t tell me... you haven’t found out who did it."

The old man’s words, filled with utter chilliness, sent shivers down everyone present.

"Clan Chief, he was one of the witnesses."

Soon, an old woman who had followed him in brought a young man in, bent over, and spoke to the old man.

Upon hearing this, the old man, his gaze as sharp as a sword, rested on the young man, and his aura swept out.

Boom!

The young man was enveloped by the old man’s aura, his face turned red instantly, then collapsed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at the old man in terror.

"Speak!"

The cold voice of the old man, filled with killing intent, made the young man feel like he had fallen into an icy cave. He hurriedly recounted the scene he had witnessed earlier:

"At first, Young Master Hamish was galloping on his horse, and he knocked a woman away with his horsewhip. The woman’s child stood in the middle of the road, about to die under the horse’s hooves... At that moment, a woman in red intervened, saving the child."

"And then, Young Master Hamish..."

"..."

The young man, who was an eyewitness to the whole incident that day, faithfully recounted everything he had seen.

Whoosh!

As the young man’s words ended, a terrifying aura surged from the old man, forcing the senior members of the Clifford family to retreat several steps involuntarily.

As for the young man, he was directly blasted off, his head struck the central pillar of the hall, and he died instantly.

Perhaps, even the young man himself had never imagined that he would die in such an aggrieved manner.

He had come to inform the Clifford family for the reward they offered.

But now, he was unfairly killed before he could even receive the reward.

"Good! Very good! Even my grandson, Hamish, has been dared to kill. That purple-robed boy must be tired of living!"

The old man, who was also the Clan Chief of the Clifford family, Thru East, let out his thunderous voice, causing the eardrums of some of the senior members with lower cultivation to tremble and their colors to change.

"Grand Elder, I give you one day... After a day, I want to see the heads of those four traitors!"

Thru East stared at an old man with white hair and spoke solemnly.

"Yes, Clan Chief."

The old man responded respectfully, then turned into a bolt of lightning and left to do his job.

"The rest of you..."

Following this, Thru East turned to the remaining high ranking members of the Clifford family, with a murderous glint in his eye, "Your task is to find out who that purple-robed boy who killed my grandson is... Once you find out where he is, bring him back alive! His three companions can be killed directly."

"The first person to find out the identity of the purple-robed boy will get a thousand medium-quality original stones."

"The one who brings the purple-robed boy back will get ten thousand medium-quality original stones!"

"Additionally, anyone who brings back the head of any one of the purple-robed boy’s three companions will get a thousand medium-quality original stones."

With these words, Thru East announced an internal bounty of the family, showing just how desperate he was to avenge his grandson.

"Yes!"

The eyes of everyone present lit up with excitement, and after acknowledging the command in respectful voices, they left eagerly.

Each person hoped to earn the bounty promised by the Clan Chief.

The person who brought back the purple-robed boy could get ’ten thousand medium-quality original stones’!

Even the Second Elder, Third Elder and other high-ranking elders of the Clifford family eagerly wanted to obtain ten thousand inferior original stones.

With Thru East’s command, the entire Clifford family mobilized.

The entire Desert Ancient City went completely mad!

The person involved, ’Wyatt Barnes’, was currently quietly staying in the ’Water Fairy Pavilion’ within the Grimm Wolf Fortress, practising diligently.

Nine Dragons War Sovereign, Sword Dragon Transformation!

As the domineering medicinal power of the ’Nirvana Pill’ disperses within his body, Wyatt Barnes’ Origin Force was increasing at a terrifyingly fast speed. This rate was enough to make any warrior on the Cloud Skies Continent feel ashamed and inferior.

"At this rate... within two to three months, I should be able to successfully break through to the ’Third Level of the Cave Void Realm’!"

Feeling the rapid increase in his Origin Force, Wyatt Barnes thought to himself.

"As my Origin Force improves, the ’Micro Sword Move’ seems to be nearing its transformation moment... There are three days left until the ’Decade Martial Meeting’ starts."

Wyatt Barnes continued his cultivation, cultivating order to improve his ’realm of the sword’.

Finally, another day passed.

On this day, Wyatt Barnes awoke from his cultivation, opened his eyes, and a hint of a sword light seemed to flash within them, brimming with sharp and fierce aura.

Whoosh!

Wyatt Barnes raised his hand, and his Origin Force formed into a sword. On it danced tufts of sharp aura, emitting faint sword-like sounds.

At the same time, next to the three hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms, another phantom of an ancient horned dragon appeared out of nowhere.

First level of the initial realm of the sword!