Evan Chu’s sudden arrival filled everyone with unexpected joy. Most notably, Dream Princess Selena and Selena Yale, whose faces had been clouded by despair, instantly broke into smiles.
Evan, you’re finally back! If you hadn’t returned now, Frostbane Sect might really have been finished.
Evan looked over the crowd and saw many were wounded. He asked, “Are you all alright? Who are these people that dare to act so arrogantly in my Frostbane Sect?”
Four sects in the Azure Tide Ruins have already surrendered to that Red-Robe Youth. He’s come here to subdue Frostbane Sect next. His strength is terrifying—there may be no one left in Azure Tide Ruins who can match him.
Evan Chu looked at the Red-Robe Youth and sensed his overwhelming aura. The youth grinned and said, “I thought this trip would be a waste, but you’ve returned after all. Good! The choice is yours: surrender or die!”
Evan noticed the enemy outnumbered Frostbane Sect, with many at Ninth-Layer Divine Martial Realm. Even two Great Sect masters stood behind the youth. He couldn’t understand why sect masters would submit to him—was there some hidden reason?
You’ve got guts. You’re the first to speak to me like this. I’ll give you two choices as well—surrender or die! Evan Chu smiled, but his eyes bored into the youth as if trying to pierce his soul.
Hahaha! I’ve really seen it all now—someone dares talk to me like this. You say you want me dead, but do you even have the ability?
With a wave of his hand, a red light shot out, grabbing toward Evan Chu through the air—the same move he used to deal with Frostbane Sect’s elder, now aimed at Evan.
Evan Chu instantly felt a surge of powerful Stellar Power rushing toward him, but he wasn’t afraid. He casually threw a punch, golden light erupting from his fist.
A thunderous boom exploded between the two, shaking the space. Evan’s body trembled slightly but quickly stabilized, while the Red-Robe Youth remained unmoved. From this first exchange, it was clear the youth’s strength far surpassed Evan’s.
Evan was stunned—the Red-Robe Youth felt even more dangerous than the Heavenbane Demon General. The punch he’d just thrown looked casual, but it was actually the seventh form of Demon-Breaking Fist at eighty percent power. Today, he’d truly met a formidable enemy.
Hahaha! The Frostbane Sect Master’s strength is decent, but with only this, you won’t be able to kill me today. Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll give you one more chance—surrender and become my trusted subordinate, or die and drag every Frostbane Sect member to the grave!
If it were just about himself, Evan would fight to the death without hesitation. But the lives of Frostbane Sect’s disciples and his partners weighed heavily on his heart. He couldn’t bear to see any of them hurt or killed, leaving him conflicted and frustrated.
At this moment, Luna’s voice sounded in his mind: “Evan, this youth isn’t ordinary. He carries the aura of the ancient Blood Emperor. I’m certain he’s related to the Blood Emperor. To defeat him, you’d need to unleash Heaven-Cleave or Star-Cleave from the Frostbane Sword. Otherwise, you have no chance. And he’s at least Sixth Layer Saint Martial Realm, probably with the Blood Emperor’s inheritance.”
Luna’s words troubled Evan. He hadn’t truly studied the Frostbane Sword’s ultimate techniques—they required deep comprehension and time he didn’t have. Even if Luna explained them now, he couldn’t use them. The stronger the martial art, the longer it takes to master, and right now he had no time at all.
Faced with the Red-Robe Youth’s arrogance, Evan suddenly had an idea. He spoke loudly: “I know you’re the Blood Emperor’s successor and you still have the Bloodfiend Sword. I rushed back from the Extreme North, burning through immense Stellar Power. If you beat me now, I won’t accept it. Let’s duel in three days—if I lose, I’ll submit; if I win, I’ll take your life. Do you dare?”
He sneered, “Trying to stall for time? Do you think I’ll fall for it? Are you planning to evacuate your sect in these three days and then fight me alone, or just run away if you can’t win?”
His words caused many to start arguing, especially those on the Red-Robe Youth’s side, who believed Evan was stalling and insisted he shouldn’t agree.
You’re underestimating me. I won’t let a single Frostbane disciple leave—my people aren’t cowards clinging to life. If you refuse the duel, then let’s fight to the death right now. I’ll see just how far you can push Frostbane Sect!
Good! You have guts and spirit! If you really become my subordinate, maybe you could help me accomplish something big. I’ll give you three days—don’t even think about running, or I’ll raze Frostbane Sect to the ground.
He waved his hand, sending a red beam of light toward a distant mountain. A deafening boom sounded as the mountain was shattered to rubble—a display of power far greater than Evan’s own sword strike. No wonder four major sects submitted to him.
In the face of such overwhelming power, there were truly only two choices—surrender or die. For the sake of the sect, most would instinctively choose surrender.
Soon, the invaders withdrew completely. Evan had people check the casualties and treat the wounded, then gathered all key Frostbane Sect members in the main hall.
This may be Frostbane Sect’s greatest tribulation yet: first the dark organization’s sneak attack, now the Red-Robe Youth. If we survive this, no one will dare trouble us again.
I know everyone fears the Red-Robe Youth’s strength—I have little certainty of victory. But I promise to do my utmost in our battle three days from now. Even if I die, I’ll safeguard Frostbane Sect. Please entrust the sect to me.
Sect Master, I think we should leave. If we survive, we can always rebuild and take revenge when you’re strong enough.