Inside the barrier, any slight movement from Evan Yang could be sensed by the two powerful elders, making him feel immense pressure. He stared at them and asked, "Are you planning to keep this up forever?"
"Of course not!" Patriarch Fenn sneered. As he spoke, he took out a blood-red needle—strange and ominous, making Evan wary.
Patriarch Fenn quickly controlled the needle, sending it flying toward Evan. Evan hurriedly raised a stone shield, but the needle drilled in bit by bit with a sharp, hissing sound.
Evan was shocked—his stone shield couldn't hold for long against a peak Emperor. Patriarch Fenn sneered, "This is a barrier. With both of us combining our domains, the power stacks. Do you know what that means? My needle is empowered by two people. Still, I'm surprised it didn't pierce through instantly."
Hearing Patriarch Fenn's explanation, Evan finally understood—it wasn't that his stone shield wasn't strong enough, but that the two elders could stack their barrier powers, making escape impossible once the shield broke. In the end, he was still struck.
The blood-red needle shot straight into Evan's body, leaving him stunned.
The two patriarchs were delighted. Evan's entire body flushed red and froze in place, unable to move.
"How does it feel, kid?" Patriarch Fenn laughed.
"What is this thing? Why can't I move?" Evan exclaimed in shock.
Patriarch Fenn sneered, "This is the Blood-Lock Curse. It's no ordinary trick—once you're hit, it doesn't matter if this body is a clone, your true body will also be immobilized. I bet your real body is nearby."
Sure enough, another figure appeared at the edge of the barrier—it was Evan's true body.
Seeing both a clone and the true body, Patriarch Fenn burst out laughing, "I was right, wasn't I?"
Patriarch Lynn was also pleased, and after his true body was exposed, Evan remarked, "I didn't expect you two to have such a terrifying technique."
"Without such means, how could we possibly stop you?" Patriarch Fenn chuckled.
"Enough with the useless chatter—let's ask him about what really happened in the Devil Realm," Patriarch Lynn said.
Patriarch Fenn nodded, seeing the sense in it, and pressed Evan for answers: "Tell us, what exactly happened?"
Evan replied with a smile, "What happened? Didn't I already say? They teamed up with the Demon Lords against the Immortal Realm Alliance."
Patriarch Fenn grew furious, grabbing Evan's clone while Patriarch Lynn seized his true body.
Both men wore sinister smiles; one extended a palm and struck Evan's chest.
"Ah!" Evan's chest was struck, blood spurted from his clone. He knew he couldn't let it show from his true body, or they'd discover the truth, so his true body forcibly held it in while the clone naturally spat blood.
"Oh? Even your true body is this tough? I want to see just how much you can take." Patriarch Lynn sneered.
At the moment Patriarch Lynn was about to strike, Evan said coldly, "Patriarch Lynn, Patriarch Fenn, if I survive today, next time I'll send you both on your way!"
That icy tone was terrifying—even though Evan was immobilized, it felt like he could kill them at any moment.
Both patriarchs recognized this as an overwhelming aura. Even a mere tone could shake them. Still, Patriarch Lynn forced himself to sneer, "Evan, you think you can escape the Blood-Lock Curse? If we want, we can destroy your soul at any time."
"Is that so? Then you underestimate me!" At that moment, Evan gathered all his strength, determined to break free—even if it meant suicide.
Seeing Evan gather his strength to self-destruct, both patriarchs were shocked.
"Trying to kill yourself? Not a chance!" Patriarch Lynn reached out, intending to cripple Evan completely.
But Evan was even more terrifying than they expected. Consumed by hatred for the two before him and helpless at being restrained, his killing intent surged.
Under the chaotic impact of his surging qi, Evan's eyes turned red and his body began to change color.
A green figure appeared before the two patriarchs, shocking them—what kind of technique was this that changed Evan's very body color?
At the moment his whole body turned green, Evan stared at Patriarch Lynn and said, "Now, I can move!"
With that, Evan's body shifted from immobile to a stiff, jerky movement, frightening the two patriarchs—no one under the Blood-Lock Curse should be able to move.
But now, Evan had surpassed the norm. He threw a punch, and as Patriarch Lynn tried to cripple his arm, he was caught off guard.
Crack! A miserable scream echoed through the void. Patriarch Fenn thought Evan had been crippled, but the opposite happened: the mighty Patriarch Lynn's hand was seized and twisted by a green hand. Blood spurted, the pain was unbearable, and in desperation, Patriarch Lynn chopped off his own right hand and fled to Patriarch Fenn's side, pale and weak. "He's too terrifying—we have to leave!" he gasped.
"If we don't kill him now, how will we handle him in the future?" Patriarch Fenn said, summoning his courage.
"Kill him? Look at me now." Patriarch Lynn gave a bitter smile. They had always thought Evan was helpless, but things had gone beyond their imagination.
Patriarch Fenn, unconvinced, unleashed a storm within the barrier, trying to tear Evan apart. Yet Evan's body was like an indestructible treasure—no matter how fierce the wind, not a mark was left. Both patriarchs were stunned: this was ninth-tier Emperor power, yet it did nothing to a mere Immortal Lord. How could this be?
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The two patriarchs retreated in panic. Without hesitation, Patriarch Lynn activated a spatial treasure, and both fled the scene at lightning speed.
Evan hadn’t expected them to use such a treasure to escape. As his rage slowly faded, his body returned to normal. Looking at his restored hands, he muttered, "What just happened?"
Still shaken by the scene, Evan carefully searched his body for answers. He remembered being furious and trying to break free; his qi and blood became chaotic, Heaven-Cold power churned, and then his body transformed, overflowing with strength.
Thinking of this, Evan remembered a time in the Blue World, fighting the Wong Clan Patriarch, when he also transformed into a green figure. Back then, he was weaker and couldn’t control himself, but now, even in that state, he could still speak.
This shocked Evan—even after transforming, he could frighten ninth-tier Emperors. But this was his secret, and his transformation had limits.
Evan discovered his Heaven-Cold power was nearly depleted, as if it had all been used up in the transformation. To transform again, he’d have to wait until it recovered.
Even so, Evan was relieved. At least he had this trump card for emergencies, especially when physically restrained.
But now that the patriarchs knew something, Evan couldn’t let them live. He wouldn’t let their pursuit go unpunished—he planned to settle things at their family estates.
He acted immediately, withdrew his clone, and vanished in a flash. To find the patriarchs’ whereabouts, he’d have to track those who’d just chased him.
Meanwhile, the two patriarchs didn’t stop until they reached a deserted area. Lynn, pale-faced, said, "What just happened?"
"I don’t know. Evan is terrifying," Fenn said, recalling Evan’s green skin and how even his wind power left no mark. Such strength was frightening.
Could this be some powerful Yang Clan technique?" Lynn asked, enduring the pain.
"I can only think of one possibility," Fenn said.
"What possibility?" Lynn asked suspiciously.
"Do you remember why the Yang Clan is so powerful?" Fenn asked.
"Of course—it’s their bloodline and cultivation arts," Lynn replied, sweating.
"Exactly. The Yang Clan Patriarch can transform too, but he turns red and his power surges. Evan, though, is even more terrifying—he turns green." Fenn said.
"Are you saying Evan’s blood is related to Flameblood?" Lynn asked, suddenly realizing something.
"I’m just guessing, but isn’t Flameblood supposed to be red? How did it turn green? It’s bizarre." Fenn said.
"This needs to be investigated—if Evan truly has complete Flameblood, it’s terrifying." Lynn recalled a former Yang Clan genius with Flameblood who was extremely powerful.
"Exactly—a ninth-tier Emperor with Flameblood can contend with Immortal Sovereigns!" Fenn said, eyes sharp.
"If that’s true, it’s terrifying. But until we know for sure, don’t tell anyone. If others learn we tried to kill Evan, not only the Yang Clan but the Alliance Leader will come after us—Evan is favored by the Alliance Leader now." Lynn said, enduring the pain.