And this middle-aged man who seemed to appear out of thin air was none other than the Sect Leader of the Netherworld Sect, Hemingway Wood.
"Speak, who are you really, and what are you doing at my Netherworld Sect?"
Hemingway Wood looked at the young man in purple before him, slightly frowned, and asked in a deep voice.
If the young man in purple hadn't displayed calmness from start to finish, he would have already struck like lightning and eliminated the other party.
As a Demon Cultivator, having someone break into the sect he led, and near his cultivation area, was undoubtedly a great humiliation to him!
However, the demeanor of the young man in purple before him made him somewhat wary; who knew if the other had powerful backing? If he did strike, he and the Netherworld Sect might end up in dire straits.
"My name is 'Wyatt Barnes.'
Wyatt Barnes looked calmly at Hemingway Wood and said indifferently.
Wyatt Barnes!
