Chapter 969: Chapter 969: Wyatt’s Fury
"Elder Ghostly!"
Even with a second-grade spirit spear propped against the ground, Marshall Tyler was still kneeling on one knee, continuously vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
The blood spattered and ford a glaring, eye-catching little stream on the ground before him.
Now, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, leaving him powerless to combat Wyatt Barnes.
In such dire straits, his only hope lay in the ’Ghost Fire’ that lurked within his body.
However, this ti the Ghost Fire did not respond to Marshall Tyler.
"Elder Ghostly, Elder Ghostly..."
Marshall Tyler continued to call out, his voice filled with urgency, but the Ghost Fire still did not respond to him, as if it had completely disappeared.
At this point, Marshall Tyler sensed that sothing was amiss.
For a mont, he couldn’t help but struggle to lift his head, looking towards the purple-clad youth who was steadily approaching him.
When he saw that the youth now held a stone monunt, chipped at the edges, he trembled with realization why the Ghost Fire was ignoring him.
Wyatt Barnes had taken out the ’Demon Sealing Monunt,’ which naturally ant that the Ghost Fire would not co out to help him.
"Wyatt Barnes!"
Staring at the purple-clad youth standing not far in front of him, looking down at him, Marshall Tyler couldn’t help but grit his teeth with hatred, his eyes filled with anger and a bitter taste.
He knew that he was done for!
Given the hatred between him and Wyatt Barnes, even if he begged for rcy, Wyatt Barnes would never let him go!
It was precisely because of this that Marshall Tyler, relying on the second-grade spirit spear, managed to stand up completely, his eyes glaring at Wyatt Barnes with hatred, "Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes! Even if I die, I won’t let you go! I, as a ghost, will not let you off!!"
With one hand holding the ’Demon Sealing Monunt’ to guard against the suspected Martial Emperor’s remnant soul inside Marshall Tyler, and the other wielding a sword, Wyatt Barnes was already looking at Marshall Tyler with cold eyes.
With just a swing of the sword in his hand, Marshall Tyler would certainly die!
Now, hearing Marshall Tyler’s words, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. Then, looking down dismissively, he said, "Marshall Tyler, do you really think... I’m not afraid of you while you’re alive, so I would be afraid of you when you’re dead?"
"Hahahaha..."
Just then, Marshall Tyler let out a sinister laugh, wild and unreserved.
"What are you laughing about?"
Wyatt Barnes frowned, staring coldly at Marshall Tyler.
Eventually, Marshall Tyler’s laughter subsided, but his face was still covered with a cold, sinister smile.
Then, looking at Wyatt Barnes as if he were already a dead man, Marshall Tyler sneered, "Wyatt Barnes, what does it matter if you kill ?"
"As long as the upper echelons of Grimm Wolf Fortress know the ’Demon Sealing Monunt’ is in your hands, they’ll never let you go! On the Netherworld Path, I’ll be waiting for you, I will definitely be waiting!!"
By the end, Marshall Tyler was laughing again, as if he had already foreseen the scene of Wyatt Barnes being killed by the higher-ups of Grimm Wolf Fortress soon after.
"Then you just keep waiting!"
Wyatt Barnes sneered, raising his hand, and the sword swept out, stabbing towards Marshall Tyler.
This thrust, bringing a change in the expression of Marshall Tyler who had just shown a sense of relief, made him grunt with pain.
Wyatt Barnes didn’t directly kill Marshall Tyler; his sword landed on the wrist of Marshall Tyler’s right hand and shook violently.
Spurt!
Blood flew as Wyatt Barnes’s sword severed Marshall Tyler’s tendons, causing Marshall Tyler, now with only one hand, to stagger.
Fortunately, Marshall Tyler was able to still grasp his second-grade spirit spear with his other hand.
Otherwise, he would have surely crashed to the ground fiercely, face-first.
Whoosh!
Regrettably, as Wyatt Barnes’s second sword stroke landed, severing the tendons in Marshall Tyler’s remaining hand, Marshall Tyler could no longer hold on and crashed down with a bang, looking utterly defeated.
"Wyatt Barnes, if you’re a man, give
a swift end! If you don’t give
a swift end, you’re nothing but a son of a bitch!"
Marshall Tyler grunted again, barely lifting his head to glare at the overlooking Wyatt Barnes, and shouted harshly, trying to provoke Wyatt Barnes to grant him a quick death.
No sooner had Marshall Tyler finished speaking than Wyatt Barnes’s eyes suddenly covered with a bloody red sheen.
It was acceptable for others to curse him.
But to curse his mother was sothing he couldn’t tolerate!!
"You wish for a quick, painless death, but I will not grant your desire! I will make you die slowly and in agony..."
At this mont, Wyatt Barnes’s voice was chilling to the extre, as if it ca from the depths of a frozen cave, sending shivers down the listener’s spine.
Marshall Tyler, having wanted to infuriate Wyatt Barnes but instead backfiring, suddenly turned pale with shock.
Whoosh!
Wyatt Barnes’s sword descended again, dancing in an arc, slowly crippling one of Marshall Tyler’s legs, and during this process, Marshall Tyler could no longer hold back, screaming in agony.
"Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes, you... you’re a... you’re a devil! You’re a devil!!"
Only after Wyatt Barnes retracted his sword did Marshall Tyler catch his breath and roared out loud.
Whoosh!
Quickly, Wyatt Barnes’s sword struck down once more.
Marshall Tyler’s other leg was crippled, and he continued to scream, his face turning ghostly pale until he managed to stop the bleeding of his wounds with Origin Force, then his complexion eased slightly.
Whoosh!
Wyatt Barnes’s face was expressionless, a glint in his eyes as his sword descended once again, brutally crippling Marshall Tyler’s core energy centre.
"Ahh!!"
This ti, Marshall Tyler scread tragically before losing consciousness entirely.
anwhile, the Origin Force that had been stopping the bleeding on Marshall Tyler’s body dissipated, and fresh blood incessantly poured from his limb wounds, quickly turning into a river that subrged his entire body.
Even at this mont, the fierce light in Wyatt Barnes’s eyes showed no sign of fading.
In his past life on Earth, he had been an orphan with neither father nor mother.
In this world, he had a mother nad ’Christina Lee,’ whose love for him was so complete that he regarded her as his biological mother without any reservation.
If one were to ask whom he cared about the most in this world, without a doubt, it would be Christina Lee, the mother of his present life.
A dragon has its reverse scale, and touching it ans certain death!
His mother, she was his ’reverse scale.’
And just a mont ago, Marshall Tyler had insulted his mother, driving Wyatt to the brink of fury, a rage so intense that he could barely contain it.
Whew!
Seeing that Marshall Tyler would soon die from excessive blood loss in his unconscious state, Wyatt’s eyes flashed fiercely as he raised his hand and took out an unopened jar of wine from his Storage Ring.
He removed the seal from the jar, and Wyatt poured the wine over Marshall Tyler’s head.
The cold wine made Marshall Tyler shudder violently, jolting him back to consciousness.
However, the newly awakened Marshall Tyler could only feel heart-wrenching pain all over his body and continued to ’wail’ miserably, nowhere near his previously carefree deanor.
Having his cultivation destroyed, Marshall Tyler no longer had the ans to summon Origin Force to stop the bleeding; he could only watch helplessly as his blood kept spilling out.
Suddenly, Marshall Tyler’s eyelids flipped, and he fainted once again.
Wyatt patience poured the wine over Marshall Tyler’s head ti and ti again, causing him to wake up repeatedly and emit a series of soul-piercing screams before passing out once more.
"Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes... just... just grant
a quick death!"
"I beg you! Please... please!!"
...
As ti passed, the now pale and feeble Marshall Tyler kept pleading.
"From the mont you insulted my mother... you should have known there would be such consequences!"
However, Wyatt did not pay any attention to Marshall Tyler and continued to tornt him.
It was only after half an hour, when Marshall Tyler’s head jerked and he slamd heavily onto the ground, dying from excessive blood loss, that the ordeal finally ceased to make any sound.
Marshall Tyler was dead, completely dead!
As Marshall Tyler died, the rage in Wyatt began to dissipate, and though his eyes still glinted with cold light, the deep-seated vengeance from before was no longer present.
Gazing at Marshall Tyler’s corpse, Wyatt’s eyes seed sowhat distant.
At this mont, he couldn’t help but recall the first ti he had t Marshall Tyler years ago.
Back then, Marshall Tyler had descended upon the summit of Heavenly Pivot Peak in the Seven Stars Sword Clan of the Royal Country of Green Forest, riding a Flying Beast Demon Beast, with intentions of taking liberties with his fiancee ’Keer.’
After that, disputes arose between Wyatt and Marshall Tyler, and they made a ’two-year agreent.’
During the two-year agreent, Wyatt defeated Marshall Tyler, who was several levels above him in cultivation, with ease using the ’Soul Technique’ called ’Thousand Illusions.’ This left Marshall Tyler unwilling to leave in defeat.
The next ti Wyatt saw Marshall Tyler was during the ’Martial Contest of the Great Turdo Dynasty,’ where their contention deepened further.
...
After giving Marshall Tyler’s corpse a dismissive glance, Wyatt casually collected Marshall Tyler’s Storage Ring.
Hiss!
Right after that, a wisp of purple fla edged with gold sprang to life in Wyatt’s hand, ready to be cast onto Marshall Tyler’s corpse, erasing him completely from this world.
"Wait... wait!!"
Just at that mont, an urgent, hoarse, and ancient voice reached Wyatt’s ears, filled with anxiety, "Wyatt Barnes, don’t burn it yet, hold off!!"
"What... old man, are you afraid?"
Wyatt’s eyes flickered as a cold smirk appeared at his lips, and he said indifferently.
"Wyatt Barnes, if you are willing to spare
and let
temporarily reside in your body, I’ll definitely help you in the future! With
around, you in the future will surely..."
This voice, naturally, belonged to the remnant soul of the Martial Emperor suspect hidden within Marshall Tyler, also known as ’Elder Ghostly.’
Now witnessing his host ’Marshall Tyler’ being killed, he was eager to find a new host.
Otherwise, his remnant soul would completely disperse.
However, he was cut short, pausing for a mont in imnse panic, he cried, "You... what are you doing?! Don’t! Don’t!! No..."
Unfortunately, Elder Ghostly’s plea was dood to remain unfinished.
For at the very mont his voice hesitated, Wyatt had already sprinkled the flas onto Marshall Tyler’s corpse, igniting the strong alcohol covering him.
The flas surged, engulfing Marshall Tyler and preventing Elder Ghostly from continuing his plea, causing him to disappear from this world as well.
Marshall Tyler, Elder Ghostly, both dead!
From the beginning to the end, Wyatt’s face wore an expression of indifference.
He had clearly heard Elder Ghostly’s voice, but he paid it no heed.
He knew nothing about ’Elder Ghostly’ and inviting such an unknown spirit to reside within him posed untold risks for the future.
Therefore, he didn’t dare to take the risk.
"That spirit fruit..."
Regaining his composure, Wyatt claid ownership of Marshall Tyler’s Storage Ring with his blood.
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