Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1587: Senior Oracle!

"Entering the Saint Realm Great Perfection!"

Noticing the fierce aura filling the hundred-meter radius, Beau Swayer’s expression changed.

Although he was just a martial artist in the Small Perfection of the Saint Realm, he could clearly sense that it was the aura of a domain.

Condensing True Energy into a domain is a technique of the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm!

He never expected that his former archenemy would break through to the ’Great Perfection of the Saint Realm’ before him.

Recalling the earlier scene, he wiped a cold sweat in secret, realizing that Trace Wind’s mockery was likely a deliberate attempt to provoke him into action, and then crush him with the strength of the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm.

In the past, when Trace Wind was still in the Small Perfection of the Saint Realm, he and Trace Wind were equally matched.

Now, with Trace Wind having broken through to the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm, he admitted to himself that he was no match.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for Mr. Barnes’ warning earlier, otherwise he might have ended up embarrassing himself.

"Beau Swayer, do you want to die?"

Meanwhile, after the explosive shout, Trace Wind could no longer hold back and made a move against Beau Swayer. The humiliation Beau Swayer caused him at that moment made him forget his original intentions and take the initiative to attack Beau Swayer first.

Seeing Trace Wind display the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm and about to strike Beau Swayer, Jordan Swayer, standing to the side, furrowed his brows.

Just as he wanted to step in and help, the old man with white hair and white eyebrows behind Trace Wind locked his aura on him, preventing him from acting recklessly.

"Jordan Swayer, matters between the younger generation should be resolved by themselves," the white-browed old man said calmly.

"Hmph!"

Although Jordan Swayer did not fear the white-browed old man, he knew he was being watched by many and couldn’t possibly assist Beau Swayer.

However, he wasn’t worried.

He believed Wyatt Barnes wouldn’t stand by and do nothing.

As Jordan Swayer suspected, just as Trace Wind’s domain swept in, intending to suppress Beau Swayer, Wyatt Barnes intervened.

Without any visible movement from Wyatt Barnes, the void within a hundred meters trembled once more, and an even fiercer aura abruptly emerged, accompanied by tens of thousands of solidified sword lights.

Tens of thousands of sword lights hovered in the air, emanating an unparalleled sharpness, each capable of tearing through all.

Ten Thousand Sword Domain!

The tens of thousands of solidified sword lights that appeared were naturally the ’domain’ Wyatt Barnes had hurriedly unleashed. As soon as it appeared, it crushed Trace Wind’s incompletely nurtured domain in its infancy. Under his Ten Thousand Sword Domain, Trace Wind’s domain was shattered and ceased to exist.

Of course, the reason such a complete obliteration was possible was primarily due to Trace Wind having recently broken through to the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm, resulting in an unfamiliar control over his domain.

"Stop!"

The white-browed old man hadn’t expected Wyatt Barnes to take action, especially since he had implied earlier that this was a matter for the younger generation.

Wyatt Barnes, though seemingly young, was, as an Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family, and a person even the Swayer Family’s head respected, he assumed, considerably older in actuality—possibly not much younger than himself.

Initially, he believed this Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family would respect his status and not intervene in matters of the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, the Swayer Family’s Honorary Minister brazenly attacked Trace Wind. With a flick of his wrist, he mercilessly unleashed his domain, obliterating Trace Wind’s domain.

Though Wyatt Barnes’s domain left the white-browed old man in awe, for he had never seen such a terrifying domain before.

Countless swords emerged simultaneously, creating an intense oppressive feeling.

However, Wyatt Barnes’s actions greatly angered him.

Just as the white-browed old man was about to intervene, Jordan Swayer intercepted him, "Old Man Fagg, you just said, matters of the younger generation should be resolved by themselves... Are you planning to go back on your word?"

As he spoke, Jordan Swayer wore a mocking smile, inwardly delighted, feeling that the other party was digging a pit for himself to fall into.

"Jordan Swayer, you have the nerve to mention ’younger generation’! He is the Honorary Minister of your Swayer Family, with cultivation at the Half-Step Saint Realm. His age is likely comparable to the head of your Swayer Family!"

The white-browed old man replied with a cold laugh.

"Then you are mistaken... Although Mr. Barnes is the Honorary Minister of our Swayer Family and a Half-Step Saint Martial Artist, he’s younger than young Beau," Jordan Swayer said calmly.

Younger generation?

In truth, among those present, the Honorary Minister of their Swayer Family was likely the youngest.

"Younger than Beau Swayer?"

The white-browed old man, knowing who young Beau referred to as Beau Swayer, was skeptical upon hearing that the Swayer Family’s Honorary Minister was younger than Beau Swayer.

To verify, he immediately used a mental secret technique, extending his Divine Sense to probe Wyatt Barnes’s age.

Moments later, the feedback from his Divine Sense revealed that the Swayer Family’s Honorary Minister was only thirty-six years old.

Thirty-six years old!

Upon discovering Wyatt Barnes’s age, the white-browed old man was utterly dumbfounded.

Thirty-six years old, with a cultivation at the half-step Saint Realm?

Such talent, although perhaps not up to par with the Floating Flame Sect’s ’Miss Romero’, is likely not far behind.

Yet, thinking about how Wyatt Barnes is still someone even the head of the Swayer Family ’Micah Swayer’ respects makes it seem absurd... A dignified house master of a seventh-level family in Fletcher Kingdom actually respects a thirty-six-year-old young man. If word got out, who would believe it?

"Hmm?"

Originally, Wyatt Barnes, although he shattered Trace Wind’s domain, didn’t plan to treat Trace Wind this way.

After all, behind Trace Wind is a sect not weaker than the Swayer Family.

Although his strength is now impressive, it has not swelled to the point where he can contend with a seventh-level sect, so his actions were somewhat restrained.

However, when he noticed Old Man Fagg’s Divine Sense sweeping over him, probing without restraint, it stirred anger from deep within his heart. He then no longer held back and with a turn of his hand, left Trace Wind gravely injured.

The gravely injured Trace Wind, after a scream of agony, flew out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

After flying a considerable distance, he fell silent.

"Junior Sect Master!"

Seeing Trace Wind being blasted away by Wyatt Barnes, his aura weakened to an extreme degree, as if it could break at any moment, Old Man Fagg’s face changed. He rushed over and caught Trace Wind.

Upon discovering that there were barely any intact bones throughout Trace Wind’s body, Old Man Fagg’s face instantly turned glacial, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Wyatt Barnes, "How dare you use such ruthless means on my Junior Sect Master... Even if you’re an Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family, our ’Empty Sink Sect’ will not let you go!"

"Empty Sink Sect? Such audacity! I would like to see what means your Empty Sink Sect has... If you want to deal with Mr. Barnes, you’ll have to get past me, Beau Swayer, first!"

Seeing Old Man Fagg dare to threaten Wyatt Barnes, Beau Swayer was immediately enraged. He flew out, positioned himself in front of Wyatt Barnes, shielding him from behind, and spoke coldly.

"Hmph!"

Old Man Fagg did not expect Beau Swayer to protect Wyatt Barnes so mindlessly. His face turned grim, and after a cold snort, he left, anxious to return to heal his Junior Sect Master.

Though Wyatt Barnes did not take Old Man Fagg’s threat to heart, Beau Swayer’s protection still warmed his heart.

"Mr. Barnes, you need not trouble yourself with what Old Man Fagg said. He’s all talk... Even if the Empty Sink Sect truly wants revenge, they’d have to get through me and my father first!"

Beau Swayer turned around, the anger on his face completely vanished, replaced by a smile.

"Hmm."

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"I truly didn’t expect that the Empty Sink Sect’s Trace Wind would achieve the breakthrough to Entering the Saint Realm Small Perfection before you, Beau."

At this moment, Jordan Swayer remarked.

"I find it odd as well... That Trace Wind has always been comparable to me in strength, even in terms of cultivation progress, he’s been about the same. Yet now, I’m still a distance away from the breakthrough to Entering the Saint Realm Small Perfection, but he has broken through first."

Beau Swayer frowned and said.

"Perhaps he had some fortuitous encounter."

Jordan Swayer suggested.

"Then he truly is incredibly lucky!"

Beau Swayer snorted.

The arrival of the two from Empty Sink Sect was nothing but a small episode for Wyatt Barnes and his companions.

However, for the two from Empty Sink Sect, especially the Junior Sect Master ’Trace Wind’, today’s experience was an utter humiliation.

"That Honorary Minister of the Swayer Family, if he doesn’t die, I, Trace Wind, will not be human!"

Even though he was immobilized by injuries, lying in bed, Trace Wind still gritted his teeth and growled lowly, eyes filled with hatred.

This was the first time in his life he suffered such abject humiliation!

As night fell, Lanni Barnes and Withered were already within the ’Harmony Lane Compound’ area.

After some time, as they approached Harmony Lane Compound, Lanni Barnes suddenly halted, his face alight with surprise.

Seeing his house master suddenly show such demeanor, Withered was puzzled, not understanding what had happened to make the house master so unsightly.

Yet, despite his curiosity, Withered dared not disturb Lanni Barnes.

Moments later, Lanni Barnes looked at Withered and said, "Old Withered, I ask you to bring my daughter-in-law out of Harmony Lane Compound... Furthermore, avoid contact with people from Harmony Lane Compound if possible. Just bring my daughter-in-law out."

Although unaware of why Lanni Barnes was making such an instruction, Withered held his words in high regard.

"Yes, House Master."

After responding, Withered set off alone to Harmony Lane Compound’s location.

After Withered left, suddenly someone appeared beside Lanni Barnes.

It was an elderly figure wearing a patched, tattered robe, with gray hair and a beard on his chin. Despite the disheveled appearance, he gave off an aura of an ’old beggar’.

However, standing before this ’old beggar’, Lanni Barnes was extremely respectful and did not dare to show any negligence, "Junior Lanni Barnes greets Senior Oracle!"

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