The Sacred Sword Sect master was a Saint Martial Realm expert, well-versed in spatial ruptures and black holes. But the black hole Evan Chu had torn open this time filled him with dread, and he hurriedly called out to the Freewind Palace Lord.
Evan noticed the Sacred Sword Sect master’s tense expression and was momentarily stunned. Just as he was about to retreat, a massive pulling force suddenly erupted from the black hole, so powerful that Evan lost control of his body and was hurled rapidly toward it.
The Sacred Sword Sect master’s face changed dramatically; he grabbed Evan in haste. Meanwhile, the Freewind Palace Lord and several other sect masters rushed over, unleashing powerful Saint Martial attacks at the black hole.
The only way to deal with a black hole like this was to scatter it with overwhelming force—something only Saint Martial Realm experts could achieve. Even Evan’s Tyrant Cleave might not be enough. As the saying goes, 'inviting a ghost is easy, sending it away is hard.' So it was with spatial black holes.
Not every spatial rupture produces a black hole—it’s a matter of luck, usually fifty-fifty. But Evan seemed uniquely 'fortunate': every time he tore space, a black hole appeared. No one knew quite what to say about him.
No one expected this scene to play out on the arena. Black holes themselves weren’t especially terrifying—they usually vanished on their own as space healed. But this one, torn open by Evan, was different.
Not only did the black hole fail to disappear—it grew larger. The pulling force from within intensified, and even as the Sacred Sword Sect master held onto Evan, they were dragged step by step closer to the black hole. This was the first time he’d ever encountered such a phenomenon.
The Freewind Palace Lord and the others also sensed something was wrong, so they attacked the black hole in a panic. But with each thunderous strike, the black hole only grew larger, and its pulling force became even stronger.
Everyone felt as if they might be sucked in. If the black hole couldn’t be controlled, this sect tournament would end right here and now.
At this point, everyone’s attention turned to the crisis. Evan was now just one step away from the black hole, on the verge of being swallowed—danger was at its peak.
Even the Sacred Sword Sect master who was holding Evan risked being sucked in. At this critical moment, he could have let go and saved himself from danger, but he stubbornly refused to release Evan, earning Evan’s deep gratitude.
“Everyone, stop attacking! This black hole is incredibly strange—there’s likely a spatial spirit vein here. The more we attack, the bigger it gets. Choosing Despair Valley as the tournament site was a mistake; every time space breaks here, a black hole appears and spirals out of control!” the Freewind Palace Lord immediately shouted.
“Then what do we do? If we don’t attack, we all risk being sucked in. How can a spatial spirit vein exist here? It’s unbelievable!” exclaimed the Bloodfiend Hall Lord.
“Everyone, stabilize your positions and wait for the black hole to heal on its own. This will take some time. Do not move recklessly,” the Freewind Palace Lord instructed.
Everyone knew the Freewind Palace Lord was an exceptionally powerful woman, so her words had to be heeded. Still, the Sacred Sword Sect master kept inching closer to the black hole.
Evan glanced at the distant, worried faces of Selena Yale, Joan He, Lynne Nie, and Serena Dream, then smiled faintly. He turned to the Sacred Sword Sect master and said, “Senior, thank you. In the future, please look after Frostbane Sect. If I survive this, I’ll repay you for this immense favor.”
Hearing Evan’s words, the Sacred Sword Sect master was startled and cried out, “What are you planning? Don’t do anything reckless!”
But Evan had already made up his mind. He believed that even if the black hole was deadly, he wouldn’t necessarily die—his defenses were monstrous, and with Sword Spirit Luna inside him, he’d be protected if true danger arose.
Without hesitation, Evan swung a powerful punch at the Sacred Sword Sect master. The blow sent the master flying several meters and forced him to release his grip.
Freed by the reaction force, Evan was flung straight toward the spatial black hole and, in the blink of an eye, was swallowed up. The suddenness of it stunned everyone.
“Sect Master!” “Lin Feng!” “Young Lord Feng!”—dozens of voices rang out at once. Seeing Evan Chu swallowed by the black hole, Selena Yale nearly lost her balance; her face went pale and her chest felt as if pierced by a blade, the pain leaving her speechless.
Lynne Nie’s eyes grew slightly moist, though she didn’t let it show. She believed Evan wouldn’t die so easily, so she refused to cry. But in her heart, she made a firm vow: if Evan ever appeared again in the Azure Tide Ruins, no matter how hard it was, she would become his woman.
Serena Dream felt a sense of loss and a faint ache in her heart. She didn’t understand why she felt this way about Young Lord Feng, but she silently hoped he would survive this disaster. Maybe, one day, she really would accept him as her man.
Ethan Feng, the Soaring Feather Young Lord, wore a sorrowful expression, but inside he was elated. Evan’s misfortune was exactly what he wanted—one less rival meant his position as leader of the Four Young Lords was secure.
At that moment, the spatial black hole began to shrink and soon vanished before everyone’s eyes. Everything returned to normal, but all knew that a terrifyingly strong youth had just disappeared into the depths of space.
The sect masters returned to their seats. The Freewind Palace Lord announced, “No one expected this accident. With a spatial spirit vein here, continuing the tournament could trigger another black hole. For the safety of each sect’s core disciples, the tournament will be postponed for one month while we decide on a new location.”
“This is a second chance for everyone. Sects that didn’t register should participate—otherwise, if your sect is wiped out later, don’t blame us for not warning you.”
No one expected the tournament to end because of the black hole Evan Chu tore open. The crowd dispersed unhappily, though some were secretly relieved—those who regretted not entering now had another chance.
After discussion, the ten great sects decided to hold the rescheduled tournament atop the rear mountain peak behind Frostbane Sect’s headquarters in one month. Since Evan belonged to Frostbane Sect and bore responsibility for the incident, Frostbane Sect would handle logistics and manpower for the event.
But everyone knew that the real burden would fall to the nearby Sacred Sword Sect.
Meanwhile, Evan was truly experiencing a rare, soul-rending pain deep within the black hole…