"Is there anyone else... who wants to come up and try?"
Wyatt Barnes stood there with his sword, his purple robe billowing in the wind. His long black hair, unbound by a hairband, danced in the breeze, yet did not obscure his handsome and calm face.
On his face, there was a sense of ease and calmness, with neither sadness nor joy.
However, his gaze fell upon the other five Seven Tribulations Loose Immortals, causing their hearts to tremble.
In fact, upon sensing Wyatt Barnes's gaze, the five simultaneously lowered their proud heads.
Eight Tribulations Loose Immortal!
The young man in purple standing before them definitely possessed strength comparable to an 'Eight Tribulations Loose Immortal'!
"That attack just now, where he transformed himself into a sword... it even surpassed the full-force strike of an ordinary Eight Tribulations Loose Immortal! Even those relatively powerful Eight Tribulations Loose Immortals might only tie with him in combat."
