Legend of Wyatt

Chapter 2150: Purple Dragon King

However, these people could only dream of:

The people they were waiting for have already perished within that suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’, with no survivors!

Even Mason Waddy, one of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect, whose cultivation had reached the ’Seventh Transform of the Saint Immortal’, ranked twenty-fourth on the Extreme Saint Ranking.

He, too, has now died!

Furthermore, six other Loose Cultivator experts from Sin City, whose strength was not beneath Mason Waddy, also perished inside.

Additionally, there was a supreme elder from the Ob-Dust Sect.

The supreme elder of the Ob-Dust Sect had just recently broken through to the ’Seventh Transform of the Saint Immortal’, and had not yet had the chance to showcase his newfound strength before entering the suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’.

Consequently, he met his demise tragically and unjustly!

Of course, who among those who died inside was not unjustly slain?

The group outside did not have to wait long.

An elder from the Thousand-Autumn Alliance hurriedly arrived from the direction of Sin City, bringing news:

"The ’Soul Beads’ of the Alliance Leader and Vice Alliance Leader have shattered!"

Immediately, the onsite group of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance, led by the Junior Alliance Leader, Wisey East, collectively turned pale.

Many were unwilling to believe it.

However, as the Thousand-Autumn Alliance elder who came from Sin City began to announce the names of each Thousand-Autumn Alliance elder whose Soul Beads had shattered, their faces turned completely pale, stricken with grief.

Simply because the names reported by this Thousand-Autumn Alliance elder belonged to those elders who hadn’t come out of the suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’!

These were all ’Fourth Transform of the Saint Immortal’ and above, the backbone of Thousand-Autumn Alliance!

And now, they learned:

All those elders died!

Even their Alliance Leader and Vice Alliance Leader had also died.

"Impossible... impossible! Impossible!!"

Wisey East cried in despair, shaking his head repeatedly, "Wrong, there must be a mistake! My father is the Alliance Leader of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance, a ’Sixth Transform of the Saint Immortal’, and ranked fifty-first on the Extreme Saint Ranking... How could he be dead?!"

Wisey East could not believe it, nor did he want to.

"Junior Alliance Leader, please accept our condolences."

Even though other elders of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance also did not want to believe it, the current situation left them no choice but to surrender to the truth in front of them!

"Hahaha..."

The commotion among the Thousand-Autumn Alliance group alerted Lochlan Yez, the Junior Alliance Leader of the Seven Kills Alliance. Upon learning that the group from the Thousand-Autumn Alliance perished in the suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’, he couldn’t help but laugh with schadenfreude.

"The people of Thousand-Autumn Alliance, really are useless!"

Simultaneously, Lochlan Yez didn’t forget to voice his mockery.

His taunt naturally angered the members of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance.

Just as the group from the Thousand-Autumn Alliance glared at Lochlan Yez angrily, two more hurried figures arrived from the direction of Sin City.

This time, it was two elders from the Seven Kills Alliance.

"The ’Soul Bead’ of the Alliance Leader has shattered!"

The news the two Seven Kills Alliance elders brought made Lochlan Yez’s smug, mocking smile disappear completely.

Then, just like Wisey East, he too lost his composure, unwilling to believe this was true for a long time.

Compared to Wisey East, he relied even more on his father!

It could be said that without his father, he would be nothing!

"And the Vice Alliance Leader, several other elders as well..."

As the two Seven Kills Alliance elders announced one name after another, the faces of Lochlan Yez and the present Seven Kills Alliance elders turned deathly pale once more.

Lochlan Yez looked even more desperate.

"Is the suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’ really that terrifying? Even our Seven Kills Alliance Leader died inside!"

Many elders of the Seven Kills Alliance asked in horror.

But, no one responded to them.

By this time, upon learning that the Seven Kills Alliance had also been wiped out, the group from the Thousand-Autumn Alliance felt somewhat balanced inside.

Of course, although they felt a balance inside, they couldn’t help but feel waves of chill and fear rising in their hearts:

The suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’, was it truly so dangerous?

Not only did their Alliance Leader die, but even the Alliance Leader of the Seven Kills Alliance also died!

"The Alliance Leaders of the Seven Kills Alliance and the Thousand-Autumn Alliance... both died inside?"

"That suspected half-step immortal’s ’treasure vault’, is it really that terrifying?"

Now, other members of the Loose Cultivator Allicances, as well as people from the Mysterious Buddha Sect and the Ob-Dust Sect, all wore expressions of horror and disbelief.

Leaving others aside.

The Alliance Leader of the Seven Kills Alliance and the Alliance Leader of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance, they are not ordinary figures!

The Alliance Leader of the Seven Kills Alliance, Nelson Yez, is a renowned expert ranked within the top fifty of the Extreme Saint Ranking; as for the Alliance Leader of the Thousand-Autumn Alliance, Righty East, he’s also an expert ranked fifty-first on the Extreme Saint Ranking!

And it was these two formidable figures who perished inside that ’treasure trove’ purportedly left by a half-step immortal!

Just as everyone was feeling a tremor in their hearts.

Suddenly.

Whoosh!!

An ear-piercing gust of wind sounded, fleeting as a shooting star.

Before anyone could react, a whirlwind came rushing at them, seemingly materializing out of thin air, striking their bodies.

While they couldn’t help but squint their eyes, their robes also swelled, fluttering animatedly in the wind.

When they opened their eyes again, they found:

At some unknown point, a graceful figure in purple had appeared before them.

She was a woman, dressed in purple attire, which wasn’t tight-fitting but was still unable to conceal her graceful curves.

A cascade of beautiful long hair fell down her back. Though her face was veiled in a layer of purple gauze, obscuring her features, her delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes were visible beneath, hinting that her countenance beneath the veil would be exceptionally stunning.

She stood there, emanating a cold aura as if pushing people a thousand miles away.

Despite possessing a devilish figure and an angelic face partly exposed, it made it difficult for those present to harbor any disrespectful thoughts!

"Great Dharma King!"

While many were astonished by the purple-clad woman’s ’terrifying’ speed, several people from the Mysterious Buddha Sect had already respectfully lowered their heads, bowing with deference.

"The Dharma King?"

Upon hearing the Mysterious Buddha Sect refer to the newcomer, others could not help but have their pupils shrink, astonishment evident on each face.

"She... could she be the ’Purple Dragon King,’ the leader of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect?"

"Purple... Purple Dragon King? That figure ranked ’tenth’ on the Extreme Saint Ranking, a Saint Immortal of the Eighth Transformation?"

"It should be her!"

"I’ve long heard that among the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect, only the ’Purple Dragon King’ is a woman... Hearing how the Mysterious Buddha Sect addresses her, she must be the Purple Dragon King without a doubt."

"It’s said that the ’Purple Dragon King,’ leader of the Mysterious Buddha Sect’s four Great Dharma Kings, is a descendant from a union between the Dragonsmith Clan and humans, possessing extraordinary talents... and she’s the youngest among the four Great Dharma Kings."

"She’s the youngest, yet the most powerful, which is why she’s recognized as the leader of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect!"

...

As others guessed the identity of the woman in purple, they also began regarding her with respect.

Not daring to underestimate her simply because she was a woman.

Just as the atmosphere at the scene grew oppressive due to the appearance of the Purple Dragon King.

The Purple Dragon King spoke.

"How did Mason Waddy die?"

The moment the Purple Dragon King spoke, several members of the Mysterious Buddha Sect’s complexions changed drastically, eyes filled with alarm, and they stammered, "Mason... Great Dharma King Mason... he... he is dead?!"

Everyone else’s faces also changed dramatically.

"Mason Waddy? ’Green Bat King,’ one of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect?"

"He... he died?"

"He seems to have also been inside that treasure trove supposedly left by a half-step immortal, right? Oh my God! Even he died?"

"Although the Great Dharma King Mason was the weakest among the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect, he was nevertheless a ’Saint Immortal of the Seventh Transformation,’ ranked twenty-fourth on the Extreme Saint Ranking... But even such a presence met his end in there?"

"Even if Great Dharma King Mason died in there... does anyone else stand a chance of surviving?"

...

Upon learning that even ’Green Bat King,’ one of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect, had died, the members of other Loose Cultivator alliances changed colors, realizing that their Alliance Leader and Vice Alliance Leader likely faced grim fates as well.

As for the members of other factions, they too realized their Sect Leaders, Clan Leaders were, in all likelihood, facing untimely ends.

Amid flashes of lightning and thunder.

Whoosh!!

An ephemeral gust of wind surged once more, as the tempest raged.

Except for the Purple Dragon King, the leader of the four Great Dharma Kings of the Mysterious Buddha Sect, everyone else had their eyes squinted involuntarily under the force of the wind.

This scene bore a striking resemblance to when the Purple Dragon King arrived.

As everyone opened their eyes again, they saw:

A tall young man with a handsome appearance, dressed in green, standing in the air a short distance away, with an invisible, razor-sharp aura about him as if he were less of a person and more of a ’blade.’

The young man’s hair was tied back with a headband, the long ponytail draped over his back, which also bore a sheathed longsword, the scabbard plain and unadorned.

Ancient and timeworn engravings on the scabbard exuded an ageless aura, silently telling everyone around:

Its existence spanned a very long period.

"This... this is..."

Upon recognizing the newcomer’s ’attire’, many Loose Cultivators from Sin City seemed to recall something, their voices trembling slightly.

Many Loose Cultivators had frenzy flickering in their eyes.

"He is... Jagger... Jagger Patel, my lord!"

An elderly Loose Cultivator was the first to muster the courage to speak, his tone filled with excitement.