CHAPTER 1722: CHAPTER 1722: SHAVED BALD!

"What advice do the senior brothers have for me?"

Wyatt Barnes squinted at the few who had stepped back, a faint smile gracing his lips as he asked.

"Is he the Wyatt?"

Meanwhile, a group of Heavenly Palace disciples blocking Wyatt Barnes’s door all turned their gaze on him, "So young!"

"A youthful appearance means nothing; what’s important is that he’s not yet forty."

"Not yet forty, and already suspected to have reached the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm. What talent must he have!"

"You should know, reaching the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm before forty is something only a few in our Mysterious Void House have done... Those few are the most outstanding among our younger generation! And now, he joins them."

"Hmph! Just arrived at the Heavenly Palace and already got the chance to train in the spirit pool. Vice Hall Master Sinclair highly values him too."

...

A group of Heavenly Palace disciples whispered to each other, but their gazes remained fixed on Wyatt Barnes, clearly full of interest in this Saint Realm genius who had just entered the Heavenly Palace and obtained the chance to train in the spirit pool.

"Are you Wyatt?"

The three Heavenly Palace disciples who initially intended to break in now came to their senses, looking at Wyatt Barnes with hostile eyes.

"That’s right."

Wyatt nodded, seemingly calm on the surface, though a hint of dissatisfaction lurked deep in his gaze.

These guys actually tried to break in just now!

Such behavior is extremely rude!

"Wyatt, I heard that among the Saint Realm geniuses who entered our Mysterious Void House this time, you are the most outstanding... Today, I’m here to challenge you. What do you say, do you dare to accept?"

One of the three stepped forward, his eyes fixed intently on Wyatt Barnes.

This was a middle-aged man of average build, with a perpetual shadow in his expression. His eyes held firm on Wyatt Barnes, igniting a fighting spirit.

Of course, behind this rising fighting spirit lay provocation, blatant provocation!

"Challenge?"

Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and continued, "You can rest assured, my cultivation level is also at the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm... It is said that you are at the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm too, so fighting with me, you won’t be at a disadvantage."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Wyatt hadn’t said anything yet, but the expressions of the other Heavenly Palace disciples became somewhat peculiar.

To them, the middle-aged man was not a stranger.

Although his cultivation was at the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm, he had reached this stage many years ago and could enter the later stage at any time.

His strength, within the Heavenly Palace’s middle stage of Middle Saint Realm ranks, was considered high-tier.

That’s why the other Heavenly Palace disciples had such peculiar expressions upon hearing his words.

After all, in their eyes, even if both were at the middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm, it wasn’t a fair fight because the middle-aged man had a greater advantage.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, an alluring silhouette stood there.

This woman had a devilish figure and an angelic face.

At this moment, she was gazing at Wyatt Barnes, who was confronting the three Heavenly Palace disciples, with a barely perceptible smile at the corner of her mouth, "Hmph! You refused to transfer the spirit pool opportunity to me, so do you like this gift I sent you?"

Hearing her murmured words, it was clear she was Ebba King, the favorite granddaughter of the House Master of Tyrant Saber Manor.

Initially, although Wyatt Barnes had received the chance to enter the spirit pool, since Vice Hall Master Sinclair had spoken up, most were angry but dared not speak.

However, with Ebba King secretly stirring matters up, it finally led to several middle stage Middle Saint Realm Heavenly Palace disciples blocking Wyatt Barnes’s door.

"It’s not a disadvantage."

Wyatt naturally noticed the peculiar expressions of the Heavenly Palace disciples but didn’t care.

As the saying goes, ’Everyone is self-awake,’ and he felt just that now.

In fact, as soon as he stepped out, he had activated the secret technique ’Heavenly Eye’ given by Elder Fire, and without the three disciples realizing it, he discerned their cultivation levels were all ’middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm.’

Middle stage of the Middle Saint Realm, whether three, thirty, or even three hundred, Wyatt feared none!

Therefore, upon hearing the Heavenly Palace disciple’s words, he responded with ’it’s not a disadvantage.’

"Since that’s the case, Wyatt junior brother, please make your move."

The Heavenly Palace disciple standing before Wyatt said, his brows infused with confidence, clearly believing that even if Wyatt made the first move, he would ultimately emerge victorious.

"Senior brother, are you sure you want me to make the first move?"

Facing the provocation from the Heavenly Palace disciple, Wyatt squinted his eyes, responding.

"Of course! I, Garrett Yellow, always keep my word!"

The Heavenly Palace disciple spoke confidently.

"If that’s the case, senior brother, please enlighten me."

Wyatt Barnes slightly bowed his hand, then his eyes narrowed as his figure suddenly surged forward.

In an instant, a faint golden glow appeared on Wyatt’s body, and he pounced towards Garrett Yellow like an agile leopard.

Of course, he couldn’t possibly exert his full strength right now.

If he did, he would surely defeat Garrett before anyone could react, even killing him.

However, doing so would appear a bit too ’high-profile’.

Moreover, it would completely expose his ’Solar True Origin’, and then undoubtedly someone would link him to Eden Lee. Even if his disguise technique was flawless and no one could guess he was Eden, the troubles Eden caused would surely fall upon him.

Although he was not afraid, he would choose to avoid it if he could.

Even if he might eventually be exposed, that would be a later problem.

Regarding his earlier claim to Ebba King that he was a friend of Eden Lee, he hadn’t expected anyone to believe him, and indeed no one did.

But if he used the same True Origin as Eden Lee, someone would surely link him to Eden because his True Origin was too rare and completely different from the True Origin of others.

The True Origin of most people is common attribute True Origin.

"Good move!"

Faced with Wyatt Barnes pouncing towards him like a leopard, Garrett Yellow squinted his eyes, a cold gleam flashing past.

In the next moment, his True Origin surged within him, appearing on his body like flames, showing it was fire attribute True Origin.

"Fiery Heaven-Covering Palm!"

With a sudden shout, Garrett raised his hand, the True Origin rolling forth, finally forming a giant palm print like a fan in his hand, and swung it at Wyatt Barnes who was coming towards him.

As the palm was swung, the void trembled, resembling flames breaking through the sky, covering the heavens and blocking out the sun.

Where the palm passed, the air was fraught with a scorching sensation due to friction.

At the same time, Garrett’s mouth curled into a cold smile, as if he could already see the image of Wyatt Barnes flailing helplessly.

One must know, though he hadn’t used his full strength with this palm, he had put in eight-tenths of his power. Most Middle Saint Realm martial artists simply couldn’t withstand this palm.

In his view, considering Wyatt Barnes’s age, even if he was a Middle Saint Realm mid-stage martial artist, he must have just broken through to the Middle Saint Realm mid-stage recently, with limited power.

However, very soon, upon realizing Wyatt Barnes’s silhouette disappeared, and his aggressive palm struck empty, Garrett’s smile froze while his eyes widened, full of incredulity, "This... How is this possible?!"

"Garrett, be careful, he’s behind you!"

At the same time, a voice rang out from behind Garrett.

Just as Garrett shivered and was about to turn around, he felt something cool on the top of his head as if some sharp object was gliding over it, causing his body to stiffen, not daring to move a muscle.

Meanwhile, Garrett was sweating coldly from his forehead, with his back soaked by the sweat.

From start to finish, he hadn’t noticed how the other party appeared behind him.

In other words, the opponent’s speed was beyond his reach!

"How could this be possible?! Is it possible he’s a Middle Saint Realm late-stage expert though he’s not even forty yet?"

Thinking about this, Garrett himself found it somewhat unbelievable.

One must know, even within the Mysterious Void House prior to this, there were no Middle Saint Realm late-stage experts under forty years old.

"If he’s not a Middle Saint Realm late-stage expert, how could he have such speed?"

Garrett couldn’t quite figure it out.

"Pfft!"

Until a silver bell-like laughter rang out, Garrett snapped back to reality. By this time, he realized the ’sharp object’ on his head was gone, yet inexplicably, he still felt a chill on his head.

Simultaneously, Garrett turned around, only to find Wyatt standing a short distance away, looking at him with a half-smile.

Instantly, Garrett’s face sank.

Although unwilling, he knew he wasn’t a match for the opponent.

Quickly, Garrett noticed something was off in the atmosphere of the scene, with each disciple of the Heavenly Palace looking at him with slightly peculiar gazes.

Moreover, these people’s gazes were fixated on his head!

Garrett instinctively raised his hand to touch his head, and instantly, his complexion turned utterly pale.

At this moment, Garrett only discovered that the hair on his head had completely vanished, nowhere to be found.

No wonder he had felt a chill on his head earlier, he had now turned into a ’bald head’!

Regarding his turning into a bald head, Garrett wasn’t angry or humiliated, instead he felt fortunate... If the opponent had acted just a bit lower, wouldn’t his head have been sliced open like a watermelon?

"Thank you for showing mercy!"

With his complexion wavering between blue and white, Garrett bowed his hand to Wyatt Barnes, then somewhat embarrassedly took to the air, fleeing far away.

"Truly a useless fellow!"

A distant alluring figure walked gracefully towards them, it was Ebba King, who had let out that silver bell-like laughter moments before.

Seeing Wyatt Barnes actually defeat Garrett Yellow, her heart was rather displeased, even if she couldn’t help but laugh when seeing Garrett turn bald.