"Since you're in such a hurry to die, Wyatt Barnes, I'll grant your wish!!"
The body of the Clan Chief of the Dragonsmith Clan, accompanied by this shout, swept out like a hurricane, aiming straight for Wyatt Barnes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
As the Clan Chief of the Dragonsmith Clan shot out towards Wyatt Barnes, the immortal sword in Wyatt's hand also swiftly swept out, circulating around his body, continuously splitting into sword beams as if forming clones.
One becomes ten, ten becomes a hundred, a hundred becomes a thousand...
In the end, the sword beams that initially darted around Wyatt's body soared into the sky, forming an incredibly profound Sword Array above Wyatt's head, emanating waves of mystical invisible aura.
"Thirteen Swords of the Green Lotus!"
