The slave’s face was still hidden behind a curtain of filthy hair, impossible to make out her features. But that one fleeting glance Evan Chu had caught was enough—it was carved into his bones, a look that shattered his heart.
He reached out and gently grabbed the slave’s chained hand, his voice trembling: “Are you Lynn? Are you Lynn?” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but reach out, trying to brush aside her hair to see her face.
The moment Evan uttered the name ‘Lynn,’ the slave jolted violently, instinctively stepping back as her whole body trembled. Though she didn’t answer, Evan was already certain—this was his woman, Fairy Lynn.
Without any hesitation, he pulled her into his arms. “Lynn, I’m too late. I’m sorry—I came too late and let you suffer!”
But the slave shoved Evan away. Even with iron chains biting into her and wounds all over, she managed to push him aside, then spun around, ready to escape.
Evan’s heart clenched in shock—he hurriedly grabbed her again. “I finally found you, how could you leave me now? Lynn, it’s me, Evan! Don’t you recognize me?”
The slave stopped struggling, standing quietly before Evan and staring at him. After a few breaths, she suddenly broke down, sobbing—and her voice was unmistakably that of a woman.
Blue-Shade God-Venerable, standing beside Evan, was stunned. He couldn’t understand why Evan would embrace a slave so protectively, nor how he recognized her as his woman.
But seeing Evan’s genuine expression, Blue-Shade was left dazed. If this really was his woman, then her disguise technique was truly extraordinary—perhaps even surpassing Elena’s.
Blue-Shade was bewildered, and the rest of the crowd was even more confused. No one understood why Evan would hug a slave so passionately—his actions looked utterly insane.
A wave of nasty gossip and jeers erupted, but Evan didn’t care. His heart was overflowing with guilt—he only wanted to make it up to Lynn, one of the women he loved most.
"You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not who you think I am—please, let me go!" The slave’s voice shifted back to a man’s, but her body still trembled as she spoke.
"Lynn, I know you’ve suffered so much—and it’s all my fault. Please, don’t push me away. I know you don’t want me to see you like this, but you’re my woman, always and forever." Evan said solemnly.
Lynn slowly calmed herself, then said, "The Lynn you’re looking for is already dead. The person standing before you now is just a slave—a lowly, trampled slave anyone can stomp on."
"No! No matter what you’ve become, you’re still my woman. Lynn, are you hiding your face because you’re disfigured? Do you really think I’m that shallow? Don’t you miss me? Don’t you want to see me again? Why did you ascend to the God Realm if not for me?" Evan’s voice choked with emotion.
"Stop it! I don’t want to hear any more—I really don’t want to hear it!" Lynn’s emotions surged, her agitation clear.
Evan pulled her into a tight embrace. All around, people who couldn’t stand his actions began cursing him, blaming him for ruining the slave fight.
Evan’s heart was already heavy with guilt and self-blame for Lynn’s suffering. The crowd’s tactless jeers only fueled his fury.
"Brother, kill everyone who insulted Lynn! No one can slander my woman! Anyone who’s hurt her—I’ll make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold, no matter who they are!" Evan roared.
Most people thought Evan was raving mad and didn’t take him seriously. Some jeered even louder, but Blue-Shade saw the fury burning in Evan’s eyes and knew he was truly enraged.
With a flash, Blue-Shade darted into the crowd, leaving a streak of blue behind. Screams rang out—moments later, several bodies lay on the ground, the hecklers silenced forever.
"If anyone dares utter another word, I’ll kill them on the spot!" Blue-Shade thundered, his late God-Venerable aura flooding the arena, making the crowd shudder and gasp for breath.
Only now did the crowd realize just how terrifying Blue-Shade was—and that the bearded man beside him was no ordinary person. Many fled as if their parents had died.
Some brave souls stayed, while others were too paralyzed by fear to move. But no one dared speak—a single careless word could cost them their lives against such overwhelming power.
"Evan!" Lynn suddenly cried out, her voice breaking as she burst into tears.
"Lynn, you’ve suffered so much!" Evan gently pushed her back, brushed the hair from her face, and said, "Undo your disguise—I’ll help you wash up."
At this moment, Evan paid no attention to anyone else. In his eyes, there was only Fairy Lynn. She nodded faintly in response.
She tried to lift her hand to remove the disguise, but the chains stopped her. Evan instantly realized the problem.
With a thought, Evan drew the Frostbane Divine Sword and struck the chains—but even its legendary edge couldn’t sever them. The material was clearly extraordinary.
He turned to the two God-Emperor managers, his voice icy: "Hand over the key and I’ll spare you. Refuse, and this time next year will be your death anniversary."
One manager snapped back, "Kid, don’t get cocky here! Do you know where you are? You dare kill people here—you’ll pay for it soon enough!"
A strange, ugly smile flickered across Evan’s face. "Brother, finish them!" he ordered Blue-Shade. Then, summoning divine fire, he burned through the chains in an instant, melting them into liquid iron.
This was the fourth transformation of Evan’s Fireshift—top-tier godfire, able to melt any artifact material. He protected Lynn with a layer of Mystic Ice, shielding her from harm as the godfire raged.
In this moment, Evan held nothing back. Even if it meant exposing himself as Lord Frostbane, he didn’t care. For the sake of the woman he loved, he would risk everything—rage against the world itself.