CHAPTER 1711: CHAPTER 1711: HARRY WATSON

The big fish has finally taken the bait.

Wyatt Barnes, hidden in the shadows, watched calmly as the two people blocked Trevor Baillie’s path, feeling a slight stir in his heart.

Among the two, one was clad in a dragon robe, which unmistakably indicated his identity as the emperor of Fletcher Kingdom, Thomas Watson.

Although it was Wyatt Barnes’ first time seeing Thomas Watson today, just by his attire, he could easily guess his identity, as the dragon robe is exclusively reserved for emperors.

Even though it was his first time seeing Thomas Watson, it didn’t mean Wyatt Barnes knew nothing about him.

In fact, earlier, when he served as a Sacrificial Officer for the Swayer Family, he had heard of Thomas Watson, the emperor of Fletcher Kingdom, many times. He knew Thomas was one of the strongest individuals in the Fletcher Imperial Family, a Middle Saint Realm expert!

The other person was a middle-aged man, with a rugged face full of bushy beard and a head of messy long hair, resembling a humanoid lion from afar.

"To stand alongside Thomas Watson... this person should also be one of the Middle Saint Realm experts within the Fletcher Imperial Family."

Wyatt Barnes speculated secretly.

While Wyatt Barnes was speculating, Thomas Watson and the person beside him, who blocked Trevor Baillie, did not make things difficult for him. Instead, they looked around as if searching for something.

Soon, Thomas Watson spoke up: "Friend, I am the emperor of Fletcher Kingdom, Thomas Watson. There seems to be some misunderstanding between you and the Fletcher Imperial Family. May I ask if you can come out for a discussion?"

Thomas Watson was very polite in his words, not at all like an emperor of a sixth-rate sacred kingdom.

"Fletcher Kingdom emperor?"

Meanwhile, upon hearing Thomas Watson’s self-introduction and seeing the dragon robe he wore, Trevor Baillie immediately realized that the person blocking his way was the Fletcher Kingdom emperor, Thomas Watson.

However, even knowing that the other party was the Fletcher Kingdom emperor, Trevor Baillie was only a bit surprised, with no other emotions.

So what if he’s the Fletcher Kingdom emperor?

Behind him was a powerful ally who wasn’t even afraid of Master Cloud, whom the Fletcher Imperial Family revered as a Guest of Honor.

That was a friend of his junior apprentice!

"Let’s talk when everyone is here."

Wyatt Barnes, hidden in the shadows, said blandly. His voice remained deliberately hoarse, making it impossible for anyone to connect it with him.

The voice emanated from all directions, entering Thomas Watson and his companion’s ears, causing their brows to furrow involuntarily.

Talk when everyone is here?

What does that mean?

Soon, with the arrival of a middle-aged man and an elderly man, Thomas Watson and the rugged man beside him finally understood the meaning of the hidden strongman’s earlier words.

"Master Cloud!"

"Royal Uncle!"

Upon the arrival of the middle-aged man and the elderly man, Thomas Watson and the rugged man hurriedly bowed in respect, first to the middle-aged man and then to the elderly man.

Although the elderly man was their elder, he dared not overstep his bounds in front of the middle-aged man.

So, seeing Thomas Watson and his companion greet the middle-aged man first, the elderly man wasn’t upset. On the contrary, he found it very normal.

After all, this person was a strongman from a quasi-third-rate power. Although his strength wasn’t noteworthy within his own power, in Fletcher Kingdom, he was virtually invincible.

Peak of the Middle Saint Realm!

In Fletcher Kingdom’s history, perhaps there were powerhouses who reached this level and left, but none stayed after reaching this level.

"Hmm."

Facing the bowing of Thomas Watson and the rugged man, the middle-aged man only responded indifferently with a single sound. In contrast, the elderly man responded with a smile.

However, when the elderly man’s gaze fell on Trevor Baillie, his smile disappeared entirely, replaced by a sullen expression, "Are you Trevor Baillie?"

Seeing Thomas Watson addressing this elderly man as ’Royal Uncle,’ Trevor Baillie guessed his identity.

In the Fletcher Imperial Family, the only person who could be called ’Royal Uncle’ by Emperor Thomas Watson is the family’s number one powerhouse, ’Harry Watson,’ whose cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Middle Saint Realm.

Facing Harry Watson’s condescending questioning, Trevor Baillie frowned but did not respond.

Although the other’s strength was formidable and could easily kill him, Trevor Baillie was not someone afraid of death, nor would he bow to Harry Watson.

Moreover, he now had a ’backer’ behind him and thus was even less afraid of Harry Watson.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Trevor Baillie merely glance at him after his question and then disregard him, Harry Watson’s face turned sullen.

As the Fletcher Kingdom’s top powerhouse and the ’pillar’ of the Fletcher Imperial Family, within the imperial family, he held an exalted position. Even outside, anyone from Fletcher Kingdom who knew his identity treated him with a mix of respect and fear.

Yet today, he was ignored by a mere Little Saint Realm martial artist!

This was undoubtedly an insult to him!

"Insolence!!"

As Harry Watson’s face became sullen, two angry shouts rang out simultaneously. It was the Fletcher Kingdom emperor Thomas Watson and the rugged man beside him glaring angrily at Trevor Baillie, their words brimming with boundless fury.

In the Fletcher Imperial Family, Harry Watson was not only the number one powerhouse but also the ’pillar’ of the family.

In the eyes of Thomas Watson and the burly man, Harry Watson is not only the Guardian Deity of the Fletcher Kingdom’s Imperial Family but also their elder.

Their martial cultivation today is largely due to Harry Watson’s tireless guidance.

A teacher is like a father, and in their hearts, they have long regarded Harry Watson as a ’father’.

Now, there’s someone who dares to disregard their father, and that someone is merely a Martial Artist of the Little Saint Realm’s early stage. How could they not be angry?

"Ian Watson, kill him!"

Harry Watson’s eyes flashed sharply, and he suddenly shouted coldly.

"Yes, royal uncle!"

The one referred to as ’Ian Watson’ by Harry Watson was indeed the burly man beside Thomas Watson. Hearing Harry Watson’s words, he responded and then immediately flew out, swooping down towards Trevor Baillie like an eagle treating Trevor as prey.

Ian Watson, even though he is an early-stage Martial Artist of the Middle Saint Realm, exerted tremendous pressure on Trevor Baillie as he struck, making it hard for Trevor to breathe.

Even his waist, straight as a gun barrel, gradually bent down.

"Hmph!"

At this moment, with a cold snort, a flash of golden sword light swept across the sky, appearing briefly before everyone’s eyes and then disappearing in an instant.

In that fleeting moment, Ian Watson, who had been pouncing toward Trevor Baillie, awkwardly retreated.

"What a swift sword!"

After retreating, Ian Watson felt his back drenched in cold sweat. That golden sword light almost grazed his forehead.

Luckily, he hadn’t used his full strength against Trevor Baillie earlier and could halt his movement in time; if he had gone all out, the momentum would have prevented him from stopping, and that sword would have killed him for sure.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Meanwhile, not only Ian Watson but also Thomas Watson, Harry Watson, and the ’Master Cloud’ all simultaneously turned their gaze towards Trevor Baillie’s position.

Of course, their gaze was not on Trevor Baillie but on a young man who appeared alongside the golden sword light.

The young man had an ordinary appearance, the kind you wouldn’t be able to pick out in a crowd.

However, except for the ’Master Cloud’ who was staring at the young man with disdain, the expressions of the three, including Harry Watson, were grave.

They clearly understood that this seemingly ordinary young man possessed cultivation above the Middle Saint Realm’s mid-stage.

With cultivation beyond the Middle Saint Realm’s mid-stage, in the Fletcher Kingdom’s Imperial Family, only Harry Watson could contend with him.

However, facing this expressionless young man, Harry Watson felt somewhat unsure.

That fleeting golden sword light earlier, even he had clearly sensed the threat within it.

At his level of cultivation, he had an especially keen ’sense’ in many aspects, and this seemingly ordinary young man in front of him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Hmph! A dignified Middle Saint Realm Martial Artist of Fletcher Kingdom’s Imperial Family actually resorts to such vile actions against a Little Saint Realm Martial Artist; aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock if this spreads?"

Finally, the young man in disguise as Wyatt Barnes spoke, his voice still maintaining a hoarse tone.

Hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, Ian Watson’s face looked a bit sour.

"That also depends on whether you can leave the royal palace alive to spread the news!"

Harry Watson sneered.

"Are you the Middle Saint Realm’s mid-stage Martial Artist of Fletcher Kingdom’s Imperial Family?"

Wyatt Barnes gave Harry Watson a slight glance, asking indifferently.

"So what if I am?"

Harry Watson continued to sneer.

At first, he was apprehensive about Wyatt Barnes, but after receiving ’support’ from the middle-aged man beside him, he no longer regarded Wyatt Barnes as a threat.

Perhaps, the strength of this young man in front of him was indeed superior to his, but compared to the person beside him, Wyatt Barnes was no match.

The person beside him was an existence at the peak of the Middle Saint Realm.

Moreover, the person beside him had just communicated with him, assuring him with full confidence to handle this young man, so he felt at ease.

"It seems you’ve taken him as your ’backer’?"

Earlier, when Harry Watson looked at him with a glimpse of ’fear’, Wyatt Barnes had observed meticulously. Such was the behavior of a weakling, at least proving Harry Watson considered himself inferior to Wyatt Barnes.

Now, Harry Watson’s demeanor had completely changed.

The reason behind it was obvious to Wyatt Barnes, most likely tied to the middle-aged man beside him.

Furthermore, previously, the Fletcher Kingdom’s Emperor Thomas Watson, and Ian Watson had referred to the middle-aged man as ’Master Cloud’.

The middle-aged man was clearly the peak Martial Artist of the Middle Saint Realm!

He was now the Guest of Honor in the Fletcher Kingdom’s Imperial Family and the one responsible for seriously wounding the Sect Leader of the Floating Flame Sect, Amelia Tyler.

Recalling this person’s assault on Amelia, a flash of killing intent surged deep within Wyatt Barnes’ gaze.