"Old Goldwing, your speed is the fastest, and your sense of smell should be the sharpest. So I'll leave searching for the Seven Thrones and Four Temple Masters to you."
"Don't worry, Boss! I'll get it done!"
"Shadow, it's up to you to coordinate with the outside and help Violet Thunder's forces break into the base. I've roughly estimated—the easternmost defense line is the thinnest in manpower, but it's also protected by the strongest grand array."
"That's where you strike. Take out everyone there as fast as possible, then attack the defensive array from inside and blast it open for our troops to enter."
"No problem!"
Evan Chu nodded. He trusted Old Goldwing and Shadow to handle things, then continued, "Yeah, the garrison over there is more than forty thousand strong, with three early-stage Holy Emperors as the top fighters. Be careful."
"Got it. What about you, Boss?"
"Me? I've got other things to do."
Evan Chu said this and didn't explain further. He waved Old Goldwing and Shadow away, then continued forward alone, carrying the Desolate Dragon Saber.
No matter how fast Old Goldwing moved, once he made his move, the Frostbane Dynasty base's elites would definitely notice. They'd swarm to attack, and even if Old Goldwing defied the heavens, he'd probably end up slain on the spot, his blood spilled and his life lost then and there.
He knows perfectly well this battle can't rely on any outside help—he can only depend on his own strength! Can he do it? Evan Chu doesn't bother overthinking; he just wants to kill!
For every general's success, ten thousand bones must bleach. Right now, Evan Chu faces the same dilemma—winning ultimate victory and reaching the highest peak means slaughtering countless foes. Even these before him are just a handful of sand in the endless desert.
An outsider invades—let all three legion commanders strike together and destroy him!
That's Evan Chu! Kill him and we win this war! All vice commanders, surround him tightly!
Don't give him a single chance to escape!
Who else but Evan Chu could make the three great legions mobilize like this the moment they see him?
Evan Chu just grins—he never planned to run.
Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power, the terror of Battle-Star Canon, and the Sacred Dragon Emperor bloodline—Evan Chu has mastered them all, so deeply that even he can't grasp their limits.
Right now, Evan Chu is desperate to know just how strong he's become—and how far he still is from overtaking Holden Hong.
Besides, this battle can't be avoided—and the Desolate Dragon Saber has been kept sheathed for far too long.
Kill!
The roar of battle drowned out everything. High above, Evan Chu danced with the afterimages of the Desolate Dragon Saber, looking like a saber god descended to earth. Blue lotus-shaped flames flickered through the saber shadows, falling freely from the sky as his black robe billowed in the storm.
A surge of overwhelming power erupted—Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power finally reappeared, stained with blood after countless ages!
No one can remember when the Ninefold Sacred Emperor last used this power to slay a mighty foe—but now, the Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power, carrying the Ninefold Will, has returned!
Fused with the Sacred Dragon Emperor bloodline and the Nine Elements, the Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power is, in some ways, even stronger than when the Ninefold Sacred Emperor himself wielded it!
Boom!
Three mid-stage Holy Emperor experts struck first, their power surging like thunder. Each unleashed earth-shattering techniques, and together their strength multiplied.
Even in the central world of the Star-River Dominion, this kind of combined assault would mean certain death for any genius cultivator—even one at late-stage Holy Emperor level.
But their opponent now is Evan Chu—the Heaven-favored anomaly of the fourth End-of-Dharma Era. The impossible outcome, which none of them could imagine, is about to happen!
What is the impossible outcome? The attackers fall—not the one being attacked. This killing move had always been unstoppable, claiming countless lives before.
Yet now, Evan Chu faces this terrifying strike with ease. The Desolate Dragon Saber spins lazily in his grip, then—carrying the full force of Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power—he slashes three times in a row!
Maybe they were careless, maybe they underestimated him—but these three were genuine mid-stage Holy Emperors!
But the moment the Desolate Dragon Saber clashed with their killing move, its unstoppable force shattered all resistance, erasing them—and their lives—in an instant!
No one can imagine how much those three regretted dying—though the dead never regret. Evan Chu certainly doesn't care; he's got plenty more to kill.
This is only the beginning. With bloody methods and an invincible aura, Evan Chu—one man, one saber—charged straight into the encirclement of the three great legions, utterly fearless!
Bathed in blood, power surging, the mighty Ninefold Profound-Meaning Power was shrouded in a crimson mist. The scent of blood filled the air. After three hours, Evan Chu had slain over eight Holy Emperors and several hundred Saint Venerables—ordinary soldiers were beyond counting, their bodies erased without a trace. Who could possibly know how many he killed?
Only one thing is certain—Evan Chu's eyes were red with killing intent, and he was eager to keep slaughtering! Waves of enemies surged forward, only to be mown down like grass, vanishing into the blood-soaked ground…
Brutal—impossible to witness.