Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1485: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

"Wyatt Barnes, you’d better not fall into my hands in the future... otherwise, I, Holden Yellow, will make you wish you were dead!"

Thinking of the "culprit" who forced him to leave the Moon Radiance Sect, Holden Yellow clenched his teeth in hatred, nearly grinding them to pieces.

In his eyes, all of this was Wyatt Barnes’ fault!

If Wyatt hadn’t refused to return his gambling stakes back then, he wouldn’t have hated Wyatt, nor would things have escalated to this point.

Yet Holden never considered that it was entirely his own greed that led him to participate in Wyatt’s setup of a gamble.

Meanwhile, far away from Holden, Wyatt Barnes had been flying at full speed for a quarter-hour, only stopping once the power of the Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman dissipated from his body.

"Luckily, I still have a second Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman in hand; otherwise, I’d be dead for sure today!"

Wyatt muttered.

Thinking back to the earlier scene, he remained somewhat shaken by fear even now.

"Even if you have a third Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman in hand, you’ll undoubtedly meet your death today!"

A raspy voice, seemingly coming from all directions, entered Wyatt’s ears, causing his face to change drastically as he shouted, "Who?!"

At the same time, a figure cloaked entirely in black robes appeared, ghost-like, not far from Wyatt.

The figure concealed beneath the black robe revealed only a pair of cold, piercing eyes, staring at Wyatt. "Who I am is irrelevant. All you need to know is that I’ve come to claim your life... No wonder you’re worth so much; you really do have an abundance of ’trump cards’ on you."

As the black-robed figure spoke, they seemed to murmur to themselves, almost in a tone of awe.

Judging by the black-robed figure’s remarks, it was evident they’d been keeping a close eye on the conflict between Wyatt and Holden.

As the saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." And this black-robed figure was clearly the final "oriole."

"You’re an assassin?"

The murmur from the black-robed figure reached Wyatt’s ears, making his expression shift again.

"You’re quite clever. But unfortunately, smarter people than you have died at my hands,"

The black-robed figure sneered sinisterly. "Kid, blame it on your bad luck... Huh? You really do have a Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman? Wait, is that a Grade Three Golden Energy Talisman? It seems your trump cards are far from ordinary."

Wyatt had just taken out another Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman and a Grade Three Golden Energy Talisman when the black-robed figure caught sight of them.

"Kid, don’t mistake me for that worthless Holden Yellow just now,"

The black-robed figure sneered coldly. "Do you think these Grade Three Divine Travel and Grade Three Golden Energy Talismans can help you escape right under my nose? I’ll let you see just how naive and laughable that idea is!"

Almost as soon as the black-robed figure finished speaking, their black robe suddenly surged like a city being pressed under dark clouds.

Simultaneously, three vast, rolling streams of True Energy surged out from their body. One transformed into a massive scythe, another into a gaunt, skeletal Savage Beast,

while the last swept across the surroundings.

This final stream of True Energy spread out rapidly, enveloping the area within a hundred-meter radius of the black-robed figure, encompassing Wyatt as well.

At the edges of this hundred-meter radius, faint streaks of pale cyan energy appeared.

"True Energy Domain!"

Seeing this, Wyatt’s face paled. "You... you’re at ’Entering the Saint Realm, Small Perfection’!"

Initially, when the black-robed figure caught up with him, Wyatt assumed the figure had also used a Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman to close the distance.

Now, he realized the figure was an undeniable master who had reached the completion stage of Entering the Saint Realm!

If True Energy condensing weapons marked the late stage of Entering the Saint Realm, and True Energy condensing beasts marked Small Perfection,

then True Energy condensing a domain was the hallmark of the Saint Realm’s completion stage!

The True Energy Domain enveloped an area within a hundred-meter radius of the master.

Each completion-stage Saint Realm cultivator’s domain was unique...

Some domains were ’Gravity Domains’—once activated, the gravity within the hundred-meter radius of the domain would intensify drastically, escalating to terrifying levels.

Of course, the master of the Gravity Domain would remain unaffected.

Some domains were ’Wind Domains’—once activated, they transformed the space into a realm of wind.

Within it, the wind was entirely under the master’s control, capable of morphing into wind blades for attacks or creating furious gusts from all directions, overwhelming their opponent.

Other domains might be ’Sword Domains’—once activated, countless swords materialized within the domain.

These swords were entirely under the master’s command.

Additionally, there were myriad other forms of domains.

"Otherwise, why do you think I said even if you had a third Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman, you’d still die today?"

The black-robed figure sneered ominously.

"How many Holy Stones did the person who hired you pay? If you’d spare me, I can offer you Holy Stones that would tempt you even more!"

Realizing the black-robed figure was a completion-stage Saint Realm master, Wyatt felt a wave of despair.

Just as the figure mentioned,

Grade Three Divine Travel and Grade Three Golden Energy Talismans were utterly useless against someone of this caliber.

The speed granted by the Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman was merely comparable to an average completion-stage Saint Realm cultivator’s speed.

Likewise, the defense provided by the Grade Three Golden Energy Talisman was similar.

These talismans might achieve miraculous results against warriors or cultivators below the completion stage.

But before someone at the peak stage, they were insignificant.

"Kid, in our business, we live by a code... Plus, once you’re dead, everything on you will belong to me—without breaking any rules."

The black-robed figure continued to laugh sinisterly.

Above their head, the black scythe transformed into a blood-red crescent moon, suspended high, its blade pointing directly at Wyatt.

Meanwhile, the skeletal Savage Beast fixed its unyielding gaze on Wyatt, remaining fiercely vigilant.

Although the beast was a product of True Energy condensing, it appeared vivid and lifelike.

"The Holy Stones that would tempt you aren’t on me... But if you spared me, I’d swear upon my oath-bound Thunder Tribulation, promising to deliver the Holy Stones to you without fail!"

Wyatt took a deep breath and made his offer to the black-robed figure.

Wyatt didn’t fear death in itself.

Yet in such a perilous moment, his thoughts didn’t dwell on his life.

His concern was for his two fiancées and the unborn children they carried.

If he died, they’d lose their father upon birth. That thought weighed heavily on him.

So he didn’t want to die.

As long as he saw a glimmer of survival, he would cling to it fiercely.

In his current life, he held onto connections before unseen...

In his previous life, he was alone, free from attachments, and could face death with tranquility.

Now, he carried too many bonds with him.

"Kid, enough with the pointless chatter... Do you think someone in this line of work wouldn’t have sworn a Thunder Tribulation oath before entering the field, pledging never to break the ’code?’"

The black-robed figure sneered. "Even if you promised me ten thousand Grade One Holy Stones for sparing you, it wouldn’t matter... If I broke the rules, the Thunder Tribulation would immediately descend, unleashing the ninety-nine bolts to strike me dead!"

Hearing this, Wyatt’s complexion changed drastically, his eyes filled with unwillingness as he clenched the two talismans tightly.

Was today truly his day to die?

Wyatt’s thoughts whirled in turmoil.

"Activate!"

"Activate!"

Without hesitation, Wyatt shouted twice, activating the Grade Three Divine Travel and Grade Three Golden Energy Talismans in his hands.

Instantly, a golden shell enveloped his entire body.

At the same time, the power of the Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman fused into his body, granting him speed rivaling that of a completion-stage Saint Realm cultivator.

Clearly, even faced with a near-certain death scenario, Wyatt had no intention of going down without a fight.

Surrender was not in his nature.

In an instant, Wyatt transformed into a stream of light streaking toward the distance.

The black-robed figure stood still, watching Wyatt utilize the Grade Three talismans, mocking him with a contemptuous smile. "A futile attempt."

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the domain covering the hundred-meter radius came alive.

The domain, originally a pale cyan, rapidly shifted into a crimson hue, laced with tendrils of black mist, emitting a vicious and malevolent aura.

At the same time, along Wyatt’s path, the intertwined crimson and black mist began to churn violently, eventually taking humanoid form as it condensed into a giant.

That giant, composed entirely of the black mist, stood like an indomitable barrier, blocking Wyatt’s way.

"Hmph!"

Wyatt let out a cold snort and, with a flick of his wrist, sent out a Grade Two Attack Talisman.

Accompanied by its activation command "Activate," an attack at the late Saint Realm stage struck the giant.

At this moment, Wyatt used whatever he had, not bothering about conserving resources.

It was a matter of life or death now; conserving anything would be pointless.

Once he was dead, nothing would matter anymore.

However, when Wyatt saw the giant remain entirely unscathed after being struck by the Grade Two Attack Talisman, his face turned ashen. "What kind of monster is this?!"

Without hesitation, he immediately turned the other way, trying to escape from another direction.

But another identical giant promptly appeared to block that route.

Soon, no matter which direction Wyatt tried to flee, an identical giant appeared to obstruct his way.

These giants, formed entirely from black mist, emitted sinister crimson hues and an oppressive aura, weighing heavily on Wyatt’s already distraught mind.

"Kid, within my ’Blood Devil Domain,’ you still think you can escape? Foolish!"

The black-robed figure chuckled darkly.