Chapter 1183

A surge of dark energy erupted around Wyatt, forming a protective aura resembling a dragon coiled around him. The incoming swordlight disintegrated against it, leaving Wyatt completely unharmed. From the dissipating light emerged a group of figures. Leading them was a man dressed in a moon-white robe, holding an enormous, intricately crafted black-red sword. His face was cold and sharp, his gaze piercing through the void as it locked onto Wyatt. "Derek, the second sacred disciple of the Shade Order. A prodigy among prodigies. He's here!" Before Wyatt could react, the murmurs of the surrounding martial artists filled the air, their voices tinged with awe and fear. Wyatt smirked, his eyes falling on Derek's sword. "Such a fine blade," he muttered to himself. Even from this distance, the blade emanated an aura sharp enough to make his skin prickle. "The Inkbound Carver—a massive, black-and-red longsword with an ancient and striking design. Its blade edges resemble the jaws of