Just when everyone thought Evan Chu was done for, a pained cry rang out—and it was Harold Liu's voice.
Suddenly, a trench a meter wide and several meters deep split the ground in front of him and Evan Chu. Harold was lucky he didn’t fall in.
His clothes were shredded, blood pouring out nonstop—he looked like a walking bloodstain.
All that remained of his sword was the hilt; his hair hung wild, his face streaked with blood, making him look downright ferocious.
He spat out a mouthful of blood. "What... what kind of martial art was that?"
Like the black-clad assassin leader before him, Harold Liu was baffled by Evan Chu’s plain-looking sword strike.
But unlike that unlucky assassin, Harold hadn’t died from the strike. Still, judging by his state, he’d barely survived.
Evan Chu was amazed too—the power of that sword was way beyond what he expected. Killing the assassin leader before felt like luck, but this time, the truth was plain to see.
Looking at Harold Liu’s sorry state, Evan Chu grinned. "Didn’t I tell you this move was called Dog-Slayer Slash? Why didn’t you listen? It’s a sword art made for killing dogs!"
"You’re lying!" Harold Liu snapped. Evan Chu could pull off a Profound-tier sword art, so he had to have other high-grade skills—at least mid-grade, maybe even top-tier.
The shock of Evan Chu’s sword froze everyone—especially the Liu Family. Only when Harold Liu finally collapsed from his wounds did they snap out of it and rush to help him up.
Dominic Chu and Victor Lin were both stunned, their hearts pounding with excitement.
Dominic Chu was bursting with pride at his son’s strength, while Victor Lin felt honored to have Evan Chu as his future son-in-law.
The fighting stalled for a moment after Evan Chu injured Harold Liu so badly.
But soon the Liu Family snapped out of it. "Kill Evan Chu! Avenge the patriarch! Kill Evan Chu! Avenge the patriarch!"
In an instant, countless furious eyes locked onto Evan Chu, ready to tear him apart.
"Evan, your backup’s here. Who knew Roxanne Lin could pull this off and bring in a real expert? Things are about to get good!" Luna’s voice echoed in Evan Chu’s mind.
With Luna’s words, Evan Chu’s confidence shot up. Maybe today’s disaster was finally over.
Just then, a wave of terrifying power swept over everyone, so strong it made people tremble with fear.
Ox-Head and Horse-Face and the Liu Family all turned nervously to look—two veiled young women and a white-haired old man were walking toward them.
Evan Chu naturally knew who the two young women were—besides Roxanne Lin and Jenny Sima, who else would be wearing veils?
As for the white-haired old man, Evan Chu recognized him as Elder Warren Wu, the law-enforcement elder from the City Lord’s Mansion—he was the one who had taken Evan off the stage before, and his strength was at the third level of the Earth Martial Realm.
Roxanne Lin wanted to rush over to Evan Chu and check his injuries—he looked truly frightening at the moment.
But Jenny Sima held her back. "Wait until Elder Wu deals with these people—then you can go over."
Hmph, what a tiny, sesame-sized place—families fighting each other, how rare! How rare! The white-haired elder behind Jenny Sima swept his gaze over the crowd, his face full of contempt.
Elder Wu, in Flowing Cloud City, a few so-called experts can become local overlords and so-called family heads. Of course, that means nothing in your eyes.
Jenny Sima smiled calmly, glanced at Elder Wu, and said, "But the City Lord’s Mansion still relies on these so-called families. I think you understand what I mean."
"Miss is right, I know what to do!" The old man gave a shadowy smile, as if they shared a secret understanding.
"You’re about to show off, aren’t you? Everyone at the City Lord’s Mansion says Elder Wu is strong—I haven’t seen you fight in ages."
Jenny Sima hoped he’d go all out and end things quickly—of course, without causing too big a mess. She still had a lot to say to Evan Chu.
"Hahaha, all right! Today I’ll show you a few tricks—let Miss see what I can do." The old man smiled arrogantly and called out to the crowd, "Who’s in charge of the Liu Family? Get out here and speak!"
His voice was like a sharp blade stabbing into people’s ears, making many weaker cultivators roll on the ground in pain.
Neither Harold Liu nor Ox-Head and Horse-Face expected anyone from the City Lord’s Mansion to show up, let alone someone so powerful—and coming straight for them.
"May I ask how to address you, senior? I, Harold Liu, don’t know how I’ve offended you—please enlighten me!" Harold Liu, covered in blood, spoke slowly but respectfully. In front of such a powerhouse, he had to be humble.
"Oh, so you’re Harold Liu? Good, good! You’ll be dead soon—any last words? Don’t say I’m unfair for not giving you a chance!"
The old man spoke arrogantly and wildly, clearly not caring about anyone present.
"How dare you! Our Liu Family patriarch is not someone you can insult at will!" A Liu Family elder guest suddenly shouted. He was afraid of the old man’s strength, but with so many people present, he figured the old man couldn’t be that dangerous.
"Oh? Then you’ll be the first! That’s the price for disrespecting me!" The old man waved his bloodless hands, and the Liu elder floated into the air, more than ten meters away.
With a loud bang, the Liu elder’s body was torn apart, raining blood from the sky and terrifying everyone.
One move—just one move, and he killed the elder from such a distance. This level of strength was unheard of, and everyone was shocked, including Evan Chu.
Evan Chu was shocked by the old man's strength, but he couldn't stand his father being insulted. Even though Dominic Chu had been distant before, Evan never blamed him—he was still his father.
The old man never expected Evan Chu to be so bold. He was furious: "Boy, do you know who you're talking to? No one in Flowing Cloud City has ever dared talk to me like that. If you don't learn some respect, I'll have to teach you a lesson."
Old man, stop bragging in front of me. I don't need your help—even if I die here, I won't regret it. You think I'd thank you? Dream on!" Evan Chu snapped.
Kid, after I deal with the others, I’ll show you what I can do. Just you wait!" The old man ignored Evan Chu and flashed toward Harold Liu.
Earth Martial Realm third-level strength made dealing with a Mystic Warrior easy. With a single palm strike, the old man sent Harold Liu flying dozens of meters—he didn’t even have a chance to dodge.
"Pathetic!" the old man sneered, then looked at Rowan Chu. "You’re the one who started this clan war, aren’t you? You don’t deserve to live."
With another palm strike, Rowan Chu never expected things to end this way—he failed to become patriarch and lost his life instead.
Evan Chu watched the old man kill two people in two moves. Rowan Chu was his second uncle, but Evan felt no sadness at his death—such a person deserved it.
Kid, are you scared by my methods? Anyone who dares disrespect me usually ends up dead. How do you want to die today?" the old man asked Evan Chu.
Die, my ass! You really think you’re something? You’re already this old and only at Earth Martial Realm third level—what’s so great about that? If I were you, I’d have killed myself out of shame. Hmph!" Evan Chu retorted.
Hahaha! Kid, you’re the first to talk to me like that. For my young lady’s sake, I’ll let you take three moves—if you can injure me in three attacks, I’ll let you live. Otherwise, your last words are already spoken.
Jenny Sima was filled with regret—why had she brought him here? Any other elder wouldn’t have acted like this.
Fine! You said I could take three moves—don’t try to back out!" Evan Chu made sure the promise was airtight.
For experts like the old man, face is everything. As long as Evan Chu could seriously injure him in three moves, he’d have a chance to kill him.
Evan, to hurt this guy you’ll have to use your Chaos Qi—but if you do, it might disappear. Think carefully!" Luna said.
As long as I can avenge my second uncle, Chaos Qi doesn’t matter!
I knew I wasn’t wrong about you! If you seriously injure the old man, I’ll help you—but you have to promise me one thing.
What is it?' Evan Chu knew Luna’s requests were always difficult—he’d never managed to fulfill one yet.
Within half a year, you must dual cultivate with Jenny Sima and absorb her pure yin energy—otherwise, I might fall into a deep sleep and won’t know when I’ll wake up!
From Luna’s tone, Evan Chu realized her help would cost her a period of sleep—he hesitated for a moment.
Don’t worry about me. As long as you absorb her pure yin energy within half a year, your Chaos Qi will naturally return and I’ll recover too. But you’ll have to get Soul Snow Grass half a year earlier.
All right! I promise!' Evan Chu replied with great determination.
Gripping Frostbane Sword tightly, Evan Chu circulated his stellar force madly. Luna had told him he must exhaust all his stellar force before he could use Chaos Qi.
The previous Chaos Qi was just a small part fused into his stellar force.
Tempest Shroud!' Evan Chu unleashed the seventh form of the Windchaser Sword Codex—his most powerful technique and the fastest way to burn through his stellar force.
No one expected that he was actually trying to burn through his stellar force—if they knew, who knows what they’d think.
The old man didn’t seem to care about Evan Chu’s attack at all—he just stood there, letting Evan’s strike come at him.
But if a real expert were watching, they’d see an invisible qi wall in front of the old man—a barrier that could block any outside force.
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The tornado formed by Evan Chu’s Tempest Shroud stopped a meter from the old man, hovered for a few seconds, then vanished without a trace.
But the old man clearly took a step back. "Not bad! You actually made me retreat. That technique must be at least mid-grade Profound-tier!"
Evan Chu said nothing. This time, he planned to use his seemingly ordinary sword—he had already burned through most of his stellar force with Tempest Shroud.
Stellar force without Chaos Qi burns fast—Evan Chu realized this now.
Use that move again! If you use Chaos Qi with it, the results will be unexpected!" Luna urged.
Tempest Shroud!' Evan Chu unleashed all his remaining stellar force—the result was the same as before: after a few seconds, it vanished.
The old man stepped back again, but this time his footprint was much deeper than before.
You’ve improved! You have one more chance. If you use that move again, you’re dead for sure—your attacks can’t hurt me.
Evan Chu gripped Frostbane Sword tightly, gathering the last bit of Chaos Qi in his dantian. He poured it into the sword, feeling a terrifying power surge inside him.
Dog-Slayer Slash!' Evan Chu roared. The blade erupted with a hazy, chaotic glow—this was his strongest attack yet.
The old man’s qi wall shattered instantly. He spat out blood and flew backward, crashing into a wall and leaving a deep dent.
Jenny Sima was stunned. She never expected Evan Chu’s attack to be so terrifying—it was even more powerful than the old man’s.
The old man struggled to stand, his face pale. He stared at Evan Chu in disbelief. "Impossible! How could you hurt me? What kind of power was that?"