Chapter 1520: Chapter 1520: Alia Tyler Thunder Peng
"Following him should lead us to that little girl."
The woman trailing behind the group from the Moon Radiance Sect was none other than Vanessa, the assassin of the Shadow Mountain black market. At this mont, she was gazing intently at Wyatt Barnes, muttering under her breath.
"Purple, I’ll head back for a bit. You keep a close eye on him and don’t let him leave your sight."
Vanessa addressed the purple bird perched on her shoulder.
"Got it, Sis."
The purple bird replied listlessly, "How boring. I thought I’d get to stretch my wings properly on this outing."
"If you want to stretch your wings, pick anyone among them to ss with. But try to avoid touching his close associates."
Vanessa glanced at the group of figures ahead and spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, the purple bird instantly perked up, as if injected with adrenaline. In an instant, it radiated energy and said eagerly, "Sis, hurry up and go back!"
The current purple bird seed nothing like its earlier self—it practically looked like a whole different "bird."
Vanessa shook her head, said nothing more, and disappeared into thin air.
In the blink of an eye, she had fled to a distant place, heading toward the Shadow Mountain black market’s main base.
After Vanessa vanished, the purple bird’s eyes flashed with brilliance. It suddenly flapped its wings, transforming into a streak of purple lightning that shot toward the Moon Radiance Sect group.
Whoosh!
A piercing whistle of wind sent the Moon Radiance Sect group into high alert.
"What’s that?!"
In an instant, the group felt an enormous dark shadow, akin to storm clouds pressing down on a city, engulf their heads, blocking out the sunlight that should have shone upon them.
When they looked up, they were shocked.
A gargantuan purple bird hovered in the sky, its razor-sharp eyes fixed firmly on the group.
The purple bird’s wings spread wide, resembling looming clouds, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
As Trevor Baillie, Willy Chapman, and two other inner sect elders of the Moon Radiance Sect braced themselves for danger, Wyatt Barnes and the rest of the inner sect disciples grew visibly horrified.
A voice carried directly into Wyatt’s ears.
"Kid, is there anyone in your group you particularly dislike?"
This was the content of the transmitted voice.
"Who are you?!"
Wyatt heard the female voice but glanced around, unable to determine the source of the True Energy transmission.
"You’re really dense. Just look up, and you’ll see !"
Again, the voice reached him. Wyatt froze in disbelief before snapping out of it several monts later. "You... you’re that big bird?"
"Big bird, small bird—what terrible nas... Listen up! This lady is the supre Sacred Beast, Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc. I’m not just so ’big bird’!"
The purple bird transmitted again, its tone filled with indignation.
Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc?
Wyatt froze upon hearing its words. He carefully observed the bird and discovered it did resemble the Giant Roc but with distinct differences—most notably, a golden horn atop its head.
"If she hadn’t stated it herself, I wouldn’t have realized she’s a female bird."
Wyatt thought to himself.
"Kid, this lady asked you a question. Is there anyone in your group you particularly dislike?"
Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc pressed again.
Although Wyatt didn’t know why she was asking, he instinctively cast his gaze toward Willy Chapman, the Moon Radiance Sect’s vice sect leader. Even he couldn’t fully explain why.
Perhaps it was the persistent hostility Willy exuded toward him that annoyed him deeply.
"Your Excellency must be a Sacred Beast. May I ask why you block our path?"
Willy stepped forward slightly, cupping his hands in polite acknowledgnt as he addressed the purple bird.
Though Willy couldn’t identify the bird outright, the aura faintly emanating from it filled him with oppressive dread.
A sensation capable of suppressing soone like him, who had reached the "half-step Saint Realm," could only originate from an entity that had already entered the "Saint Realm."
Willy surmised the bird was a Sacred Beast based on its aura, as Sacred Beasts and Savage Beasts carried vastly different energy signatures.
The intelligent gleam in the bird’s eyes further confird it wasn’t the mindless type of Savage Beast.
"Just bored, can’t I?"
The purple bird, Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc, lazily spoke, her voice human-like.
For a mont, Willy’s face twitched visibly.
What kind of reason was that?
Trevor Baillie, alongside the other two inner sect elders and the inner sect disciples except Wyatt Barnes, were utterly dumbfounded.
While Wyatt wasn’t shocked, his lips twitched upon hearing Alia’s words.
As he noticed the bird’s gaze locked onto Willy, Wyatt realized Willy was about to be in trouble...
At that mont, Wyatt couldn’t help but wonder if he’d inadvertently set Willy up just monts ago.
Before Wyatt could process his thoughts, Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc’s wings suddenly quivered.
Crash! Crash!
Two waves of purple ripples radiated out from her wings.
Wherever the purple ripples passed, the surrounding void seed to freeze.
anwhile, except for Willy, the rest of the Moon Radiance Sect group, including Wyatt and Trevor, were blasted backward by the purple waves, retreating over a hundred ters in an instant.
When they regained their senses, only Alia and Willy remained visible in the distance.
"It’s you. You’ll join
for so exercise."
Alia hovered mid-air, leisurely eyeing Willy as she spoke.
Willy’s vision went black upon hearing her words, nearly fainting on the spot.
If earlier he’d only suspected Alia was a Saint Realm-level Sacred Beast, her display of power left him certain beyond any doubt.
A Saint Realm Sacred Beast wanted him for exercise?
Wouldn’t that disassemble every single one of his bones?
"Senior, I am Willy Chapman, vice sect leader of the Moon Radiance Sect. If I have sohow offended you, please inform , and I will sincerely apologize."
Willy’s face wrinkled with misery as he addressed Alia, his voice trembling slightly.
At that mont, he silently prayed that Alia might spare him for the sake of the Moon Radiance Sect’s reputation.
However, her next words made Willy’s face turn even paler.
"Moon Radiance Sect? Never heard of it. As for you, you haven’t offended . I simply want you to join
for so exercise... Rest assured, I won’t kill you."
Alia shook her head and spoke calmly.
As soon as her last word dropped, she transford into a purple whirlwind, sweeping directly toward Willy.
From afar, all Wyatt and the inner sect disciples of the Moon Radiance Sect could see was the whirlwind sweeping past, followed by Willy vanishing entirely as though he had disappeared into thin air.
Of course, Wyatt was clear: Willy hadn’t actually disappeared.
Rather, he was moving so fast that none could see him.
"A Saint Realm Sacred Beast."
At this point, Trevor and the two other inner sect elders wore bitter smiles.
They could faintly discern rapid movents ahead—Willy’s pitiful state made them reluctant to keep watching.
Of course, none dared offer any assistance.
If the Saint Realm Sacred Beast targeted them for exercise as well, wouldn’t it be a completely senseless death?
At that mont, even Trevor felt fortunate the Saint Beast had chosen Willy and not himself.
If it were him, wouldn’t his old bones be broken apart entirely?
Trevor rely assud the Saint Beast’s choice of Willy was random.
If he knew Alia Tyler the Thunder Roc had picked Willy because of Wyatt’s glance, one wonders what kind of expression he’d wear.
"A Saint Realm Sacred Beast?"
Soti after, Wyatt’s expression also grew grave, only now realizing Alia was indeed a Saint Realm Sacred Beast.
Recalling her earlier telepathic exchange, his heart brimd with confusion.
Why would she ask him if he disliked soone?
And just because he instinctively glanced at Willy, Willy ended up unlucky?
It felt as though Alia was avenging him in so peculiar way.
Wyatt swore he’d never encountered Alia before today. In fact, it was his first ti in life eting such a Sacred Beast—much less one at the Saint Realm level.
"What kind of luck did I have today? In just one day, I’ve encountered two ’Saint Realm’ figures... Could there be so connection between them?"
Even Wyatt didn’t know why, but he began associating Alia and Vanessa of the Shadow Mountain black market together.
"What a letdown! You’re not worth my ti... Forget it, I won’t ss with you anymore. I’ll follow you to that Moon Radiance Sect and find the strongest person there to spar with—that should at least be fun."
Soon after, Wyatt and the others heard Alia’s voice carry over.
Monts later, both Alia and Willy reappeared together.
Alia was as radiant as before, unchanged, but Willy looked as though he’d been thoroughly tornted. His body was bruised and battered, his robes torn in multiple places.
Willy now had to force himself to stay upright, his body trembling softly as though he might collapse at any mont.
Despite his miserable state, Willy exhaled audibly in relief.
"Master!"
At this point, Center Montes hurried forward to support Willy. His gaze at Alia was filled with evident fear.
"Let’s go. I’m coming with you to the Moon Radiance Sect."
As the group reeled from Alia’s announcent, she abruptly transford, turning into a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old young girl clad in purple. Her youthful yet delicate features exuded innocence, resembling the tender beauty of porcelain.
She was undoubtedly a blossoming beauty.
Yet none of them paid attention to her transford appearance—all had been thoroughly intimidated by her earlier dominance.
She had appeared out of nowhere, imdiately demanded soone exercise with her...
And it was their sect’s vice sect leader Willy who ended up unlucky.
If Wyatt hadn’t witnessed it himself, he’d find it hard to associate the purple-clad girl before him with the thunderous purple Roc from earlier.
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