Nightdream Ye is a woman—she’s more emotional and perceptive. In her eyes, Evan Chu has the talent, potential, and strength to fully qualify as Throne of the newly established Eighth Legion. There’s absolutely no problem with him taking the seat.
But Kade Xing, Trenton Zhan, and Magnus Liao are stuck in old ways. The Seven Legions have existed for hundreds of thousands of years—creating an Eighth Legion is a huge deal. How could it be handled so rashly?
Besides, while they do think highly of Evan Chu, they don’t agree that he’s fit to serve as Throne of the Eighth Legion at mid Saint Lord Realm.
Kade Xing voiced his opposition, and Trenton Zhan stepped up as well: “Old Kade’s right. The choice of legion Throne must be made with utmost care, no matter what. Appointing someone so casually is absolutely out of the question!”
“Yes, I propose that Evan Chu can serve as acting deputy Throne for now. We should select a truly capable and powerful candidate to shoulder this responsibility. Once Evan Chu has fully matured, it won’t be too late for him to take the seat.”
Three out of four Temple Masters voted against it, and the situation stalled.
Nightdream Ye wanted to speak up, but Evan Chu raised his hand to stop her. He smiled and said,
“I wonder, in the eyes of the three Temple Masters, is there anyone more suitable than Evan Chu?”
“My deputy general Quan Yuzhong is at peak late Saint Venerable Realm, and he’s extremely steady and reliable. I think he’d be a great fit.”
“My deputy general Li Changtian may be a little weaker—he’s only late Saint Venerable Realm—but he’s outstanding at army governance. Under his command, the legion would only grow stronger.”
Trenton Zhan and Kade Xing each spoke up, nominating their favored candidates.
“So, the two Temple Masters already have their own preferred candidates. Fine, in that case, may I ask these two to come to the main hall?”
Evan Chu’s calm tone made the four Temple Masters uneasy.
“What are you planning to do?”
Nightdream Ye shot him a look, signaling him not to do anything reckless.
“It’s nothing. I just think that since the Dragon-Chen Legion was created by me, the Throne seat is mine by right. If anyone wants to pick the fruit I’ve nurtured, I won’t allow it—and neither will my seventy thousand Dragon-Chen brothers!
If that’s how it is, then anyone who wants to challenge me, anyone who refuses to accept me, come to the main hall! In front of everyone, we’ll fight it out. If I win, my conscience is clear; if I lose, I’ll admit defeat willingly.
Enough talk—if you’re not convinced, come challenge me!
“Evan, don’t be reckless! Do you even realize the consequences of this?”
“You’re only at mid Saint Lord Realm—do you really think you can turn the world upside down?”
Kade Xing’s face turned cold, voice sharp: “You’re provoking Frostbane’s authority and trampling our laws—do you really think Punishment Hall is a bunch of weaklings who’ll just let you do as you please?”
If the Eighth Legion gets special privileges, what about the other legions? Are you trying to turn the whole dynasty into Dragon-Chen’s subordinate? If you keep pushing, don’t blame us for being ruthless!
Evan Chu is riding high right now—if he stumbles here, his mindset will definitely take a hit. Nobody wants to see this heaven-defying genius suffer even the slightest setback on his path.
Evan Chu snorted. “Seventy percent not enough for you? Fine, I’ll keep eighty and throw you twenty. Still not happy? Then I’ll keep ninety. Or maybe I’ll just keep it all. Zhushan Star Domain bears the Chu name—if you want it, come take it from me with your own hands!”
Trenton Zhan’s face darkened. “You’re not even officially the Throne yet, and you dare act so arrogantly? Watch yourself, Evan Chu!”
Evan Chu sneered, “I don’t care if you understand or not. I’ve already made myself clear—anyone unconvinced, come fight me! I’ll swear it again: as for the Throne seat, I’d rather die than retreat. Anyone you call ‘more suitable,’ I’ll fight them myself. If I lose, I’ll offer my own head to my seventy thousand brothers!”
He refused to yield even half a step. Facing the four Temple Masters, Evan Chu showed not a shred of deference.
A tremor ran through the hall. Just like before, a mark of the Heavenly Dao appeared on Evan Chu’s brow—the oath was validated once again!
Why should I give Frostbane Dynasty unconditional loyalty? Just because they value me, I’m supposed to hand over everything for free? What a joke. In my world, strength is everything and interests come first.
The four Temple Masters and Mystic Ice, in power for countless years, were bound by Frostbane’s iron laws. Evan Chu’s defiance left them furious.
Trenton Zhan, Kade Xing, Magnus Liao—all were speechless. There was nothing left to say. The truth would soon be revealed.
Evan Chu didn’t bother arguing. He had his bottom line, his own rules. He wasn’t here to negotiate—he was here to inform them. In his mind, Dragon-Chen Legion was already founded, and he was its one and only Throne. Anyone who dared challenge his authority could come and fight!
The Heavenly Dao had validated his oath—there was no going back. The four Temple Masters were silent for a long time before Nightdream Ye finally spoke.
“Prepare yourselves. Three days from now, Quan Yuzhong, Li Changtian, and Evan Chu will battle in the main hall. The winner will become Throne of the Eighth Legion of the Frostshine Dynasty—the loser will withdraw from the competition.”
“Wait! Evan has one more thing to say.”
“Go ahead.” Trenton Zhan and Kade Xing felt a sense of foreboding—what was Evan Chu up to now?
“Zhushan Star Domain—I fought for it myself. The Dragon-Chen Legion was founded by me alone. So, while the Zhushan Star Domain can belong to the Frostshine Dynasty, the distribution of the star-mines won’t follow the usual rules.
After all, you haven’t lost a single soldier, yet you’re getting a whole star domain for free. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. I put in a ton of effort to succeed, so when it comes to mining and distribution, I get to decide.”
“What are you planning?” Magnus Liao asked coldly. Was Evan Chu getting greedy?
“For the star domains garrisoned by the Frostshine Dynasty’s legions, thirty percent of mined ore goes to army supplies, and seventy percent to the dynasty. But Zhushan Star Domain is different—I’m keeping seventy percent, and you only get thirty.”