Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1488: Lucas Walker

Upon hearing the young woman’s words, a glint of cold light inadvertently flashed through the eyes of the youth in luxurious garments.

This fleeting coldness was caught by Wyatt Barnes.

"Aren’t they together? Why does it seem like there’s some sort of conflict between them?"

Wyatt’s face showed confusion, completely unaware of the situation.

Just then, the Savage Beast at the late stage of Entering the Saint Realm was finally slain by the old man at the same cultivation level.

The old man wielding the three-foot-long green blade pierced the Savage Beast right between the brows, pinning it to the trunk of a nearby tree. The beast’s carcass dangled, causing the tree to shudder violently.

"Elder Thaddeus, you’re incredible!"

The young woman walked joyously toward the old man, her eyes glowing with admiration.

"Wow!!"

As the young woman approached, the old man’s face suddenly flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. He dropped to one knee, shivering uncontrollably, clearly suffering from severe injury.

"Elder Thaddeus, are you hurt?!"

The young woman’s expression drastically changed as she shouted a question that even Wyatt Barnes found ridiculous.

This woman — did she think the old man only suffered some minor injuries?

Naïve!

This was Wyatt’s first impression of the young woman.

"Second Miss, return to Thames River City."

The old man struggled to lift his head and spoke to the young woman.

"Okay, okay."

The young woman nodded quickly before turning to the youth in luxurious garments, her brows furrowing. "Lucas Walker, why aren’t you coming over to help support Elder Thaddeus?"

"Coming."

Lucas Walker forced an awkward smile and stepped forward, walking past the young woman and approaching the old man.

Suddenly, Lucas’s gaze turned icy, his face contorting in a twisted expression.

"Thaddeus Howard!"

Lucas cried out sharply, startling the young woman beside him into a dazed stupor.

The kneeling Thaddeus Howard instinctively looked up, his bewildered expression directed at Lucas Walker.

But upon seeing Lucas raising his hand, a blade light tore through the void and shot toward him. Thaddeus’s face abruptly transformed, revealing sheer terror and despair.

Though he was at the late stage of Entering the Saint Realm, the battle with the Savage Beast had worn him down to the last drop.

The move was executed by someone who, up until now, was nothing more than an early-stage Entering the Saint Realm Martial Artist — it was this strike he could no longer repel.

Crack!

The blade light fell, severing Thaddeus’s head, which rolled away. His body crumbled in two on the ground, blood spurting out violently and staining the earth. The gruesome spectacle was blinding in its intensity.

Thick blood began to permeate the air.

"Lucas Walker, are you insane?!"

The young woman finally snapped back to her senses. Seeing the grisly scene unfold before her, her complexion shifted dramatically. "You... you... you actually killed Elder Thaddeus! You’re finished! You’re finished! Even your father won’t be able to save you this time!"

"My father can’t save me?"

Lucas laughed. "Eliel Howard, it seems you haven’t grasped the situation yet, have you? With this old relic dead, do you think you’ll live to make it back to report anything?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"You... you’re going to kill me?"

Eliel’s face turned pale. "If you dare kill me, your Walker Family will face ruin!"

"And who will know that I killed you even if I did?"

Lucas sneered, "We happened to meet on the road midway. Who else knows we’re traveling together? If you don’t return to the Howard Family, they’ll only assume you perished in the Nine Curves Mountain Range. How could anyone suspect Lucas Walker?"

Hearing Lucas’s chilling words, Eliel’s face turned ashen. She knew all too well that he was right.

"Lucas Walker, I’ve never wronged you... Why are you doing this?"

Eliel’s voice trembled as she spoke. Born into privilege as a wealthy family’s heiress, she had never faced such horror before, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Why am I doing this?"

Lucas’s face grew twisted. "Of course, it’s to have you! You, Eliel Howard, with the Howard Family’s standing, have never considered me, Lucas Walker, worthy. All my life, I’ve sent you no less than a thousand love letters. Have you even read a single one?"

"You’ve always looked down on me, Lucas Walker, from the depths of your soul!"

As he continued speaking, Lucas began roaring like a madman.

Eliel was completely dumbfounded. She had never imagined Lucas’s malice stemmed from this. It was unfathomable how warped someone’s psyche had to be to act this way.

Her panic and fear intensified.

"Lucas Walker, that’s not how it is... I did read your letters, every single one. It’s just that I’ve never been in the habit of replying."

In an attempt to calm Lucas down, Eliel lied.

"No habit of replying?"

Lucas laughed, the sound deranged. "Then what about your replies to Colton Swayer’s letters? Even now, you treat me like a fool, a pawn to toy with at your whims?"

Eliel’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected Lucas to know about that.

"I’ve heard that the Swayer Family will soon propose marriage to the Howard Family, with Colton Swayer marrying you... and that your father has already agreed to it. For a long time, I’ve wondered how I could make you mine. Finally, fate has smiled upon me and given me this chance."

Lucas began closing the distance between himself and Eliel, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"Lucas Walker, if you let me go, I swear I won’t breathe a word of today’s events to anyone. As for Elder Thaddeus, I’ll claim he died protecting me."

Eliel pleaded desperately, overcome with fear.

"No need for promises! Once I take you and kill you, the matter will never come to light anyway. You have always feigned arrogance and nobility in front of me — now what? Where’s your pride? Where’s your nobility?"

Lucas roared maniacally, his tone nearing insanity.

At that moment, Eliel swiftly pulled out a Taoist Talisman and hurled it toward Lucas.

"Charge!"

Eliel cried out, initiating the talisman’s power. Simultaneously, Lucas threw a Taoist Talisman of his own, releasing immense energy that collided with Eliel’s talisman, neutralizing each other.

Both were two-star attack talismans; neither could gain the upper hand.

"Eliel Howard, stop resisting... Perhaps if you serve me well, I might leave you with an intact corpse. Otherwise, I’ll carve you into eight pieces and feed each to different Savage Beasts."

Lucas grinned wickedly, his smile sinister and depraved.

Eliel Howard trembled, her face pale and her body shaking uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.

Without hesitation, Lucas closed in.

Eliel resisted, but she stood no chance against Lucas Walker, who subdued her almost instantly.

She, a Small Perfection Transcending Mortal Realm Martial Artist, was utterly powerless before Lucas, an early-stage Entering the Saint Realm Martial Artist.

"Tch, what level of mental distortion must one reach to do something like this?"

Just as Lucas Walker prepared to violate the despairing Eliel Howard, Wyatt Barnes emerged from the shadows, his voice oozing amusement.

He had never been one to meddle unnecessarily.

Truth be told, Wyatt found Eliel’s spoiled attitude thoroughly off-putting.

However, Lucas’s behavior repulsed him on a deeper level.

Watching Lucas succeed in such vile actions was something Wyatt simply couldn’t tolerate.

"Who’s there?!"

Wyatt’s voice startled Lucas, who turned his head abruptly, his expression changing when he spotted Wyatt. "Who the hell are you?"

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’ve disgusted me,"

Wyatt replied, casually casting a glance at Lucas. "A man of seven feet, disgracing himself like this over a woman... Truly pathetic!"

"What trash are you to lecture me, Lucas Walker?"

Lucas sneered, raising his hand as a blade appeared, thin as a cicada’s wing. Its sheen flashed, and an arc of blade light flew toward Wyatt with no warning whatsoever.

The speed was astonishing, nearly impossible to evade.

Having anticipated this, Wyatt moved swiftly, narrowly dodging the arc of blade light.

It was only because Lucas had struck casually that Wyatt managed to avoid being hit. Had it been a full-powered attack, escape would have been impossible.

Lucas Walker was, after all, an early-stage Entering the Saint Realm Martial Artist, his cultivation two full levels above Wyatt’s.

"Help me! Help me!!"

When Wyatt dodged Lucas Walker’s attack, forcing Lucas to release Eliel Howard while glaring at Wyatt with a grim face, Eliel quickly darted behind Wyatt, seeking protection.

Gone was her previously arrogant demeanor.

"If you save me, our Howard Family won’t let you go unrewarded... Whatever you desire, so long as we can afford it, it will be yours."

Eliel spoke to Wyatt.

Though she wasn’t speaking arrogantly, Wyatt still felt an underlying discomfort in her words.

Nonetheless, his decision was already made.

If an opportunity arose, he fully intended to squeeze the Howard Family for every ounce of benefit.

"Die!!"

Lucas shouted suddenly, lashing out with lightning speed. His blade, delicate as a cicada’s wing, whizzed through the air — the blade technique honed to perfection, born from Saint-grade martial arts, aimed squarely at Wyatt.

The full might of an early-stage Entering the Saint Realm Martial Artist was displayed unreservedly!

No doubt remained: Lucas Walker’s strength was formidable.

Additionally, Lucas’s Sacred Sword bore three two-star Saint Markings, enhancing its terrifying power.

If Wyatt had relied solely on his heavy sword with the "Weighted like a Mountain" technique, he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Thus, he unveiled his trump card.

The Sun-Shooting Bow!

Arrow-Guided Movement!

Falling Star Strike!

With the Sun-Shooting Bow raised, Wyatt unleashed all three three-star Saint Markings inscribed on it. Apart from refraining from using the Mysterious Eye, he utilized nearly every ounce of his strength.

Whoosh!!

An arrow tore through the air, aimed directly at Lucas Walker’s vital point.

"Reckless fool!"

Lucas sneered, trembling the Sacred Sword in his grip, forming a barrier of defense before him.

In his mind, an arrow formed of True Energy, shot by a mere Transcending Mortal Realm Martial Artist, could never penetrate his defense.

However, as Wyatt’s arrow reached him, Lucas realized just how naïve he had been...

The arrow shattered the Sacred Sword in Lucas Walker’s hand and drove into his shoulder.