Evan Chu was startled by the sudden appearance of two people!
Only now did he remember ordering Nathan Yates to send someone to Frostbane Dynasty for help. But that wasn’t his real intention—he just wanted to send Dragon-Chen’s brothers away and face everything alone.
But thanks to all kinds of unexpected delays, the big battle Evan had expected never broke out right away.
So when Lord Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li showed up leading a full three hundred thousand brothers, Evan was floored.
These two were precisely Mad-Blade Li and Lord Jun Yang, who’d rushed over after getting the message. What shocked Evan even more was that both had reached peak early Holy Emperor Realm, and their legions had multiplied several times over.
During the Star-River Dominion’s dynasty war, Frostbane Dynasty grew at breakneck speed, seizing an absolute advantage. The other seven legions also strengthened fast, occupying more than a dozen star-domains, and the haul of Starstones and Star Mines was impossible to count.
Now, with three hundred thousand elite troops assembled, every soldier was at least Saint Lord Realm, and their Stellar Power wasn’t weak at all. Even Evan couldn’t help but take notice.
Aside from the regular soldiers, the commanders’ cultivation was terrifying too—some had reached late peak Saint Venerable, some were mid Saint Venerable, and there were a total of forty-five Saint Venerables, most of them unfamiliar faces.
And that’s not all. The Mad-Blade and Blazing-Flame Legions, besides having their two Thrones, also boasted three more early-stage Holy Emperors. Judging by their aura, they’d probably only broken through in the last three to five years.
“Brother Evan! Where are you? Your big bros are here!”
Lord Jun Yang shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield. All around, countless starships and war fleets gathered—some from the three great clans and four dynasties, others from various powers.
Of course, Evan Chu and Desmond Mansfield’s starships were among them too.
Evan could only give a helpless smile, step forward, and go out to greet Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li.
“Big bros, Evan’s right here.”
Staring at the suddenly opened Starry Teleportation Gate, Evan’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Opening a long-range, targeted gate like this burned through a terrifying amount of Starstones—the distance alone meant the cost probably matched half a year’s output from Pearl-Mountain Star-Region.
Wait a second! When did Blazing-Flame and Mad-Blade Legions get so filthy rich?
“Evan Chu!”
But as soon as Evan stepped out, the four-way Holy Emperor battle on the other side stopped instantly. Malcolm Mo, Victor Zhao, Leon Li, and Marcus Lin all turned to glare at him.
“Evan Chu, you’ve got some nerve! Not only did you refuse to leave after tricking us, you’re hiding in the shadows to watch us make fools of ourselves?”
“Oh? What’s it to you? I play how I like—now get lost.”
Evan didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids—he just turned his back on them.
That earlier excuse about asking Jun Yang for help? Just a cover. Evan had never planned on it. But now, with the Blazing-Flame and Mad-Blade Legions here, their combined power surpassed even the three great clans!
Finally, Evan had the confidence to speak with real backing.
“Hmph! So you think just because your backup showed up, we can’t do anything to you?”
“Evan Chu, you really underestimate us.”
“Showing your face now is just asking for death! So what if you have Holy Emperor support? Maybe we can’t crush all of you, but to kill a mid Saint Lord ant like you? That’s way too easy.”
Malcolm Mo, Victor Zhao, and Leon Li all spoke at once. Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li’s faces instantly darkened.
“Big bros, don’t get worked up. There’s more to this than you know—if you act rashly, we’ll just bring down trouble we don’t need.”
Evan sent a soul-message, telling Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li not to act impulsively.
On the surface, it looked like Evan had backup and the upper hand, but reality was different. If Evan tried to snatch back the Starry Void Sigil now, it’d be easy enough—but what then?
He had to remember: even without counting Star-Treasure Pavilion’s Hidden Star Guards, there were still plenty of hidden Holy Emperors and Saint Venerables. If he tried to leave with the Sigil, he’d be everyone’s target—the kind of siege that would crush Evan and his people in an instant.
Unless he could instantly blow up a thousand Crimson Demon Star-level stars at once. But was that even possible?
“Alright, then what’s your plan?”
“Heh, simple. Malcolm Mo’s real goal is revenge for his nephew—I killed him, and Malcolm wants payback. To him, the Sigil isn’t even as important as revenge.
So, I’ll give him what he wants!”
“Evan, you can’t just do whatever you want! The four Temple Masters made it clear—if anything happens to you here, we’ll all pay the price!”
“What? Even the four Temple Masters know? Didn’t I order that brat…”
“Enough. What’s the point of keeping secrets now? If something happens to you, we’re finished too. You’re really underestimating what it means to be Frostbane’s Third Person. You’re literally our dynasty’s future—without you, there is no future!”
Jun Yang’s words weighed heavy, and Evan was stunned again. No wonder Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li brought so many people—now he understood.
Evan finally got it. He turned to Malcolm Mo and spoke up.
“I get what you want—revenge, right? Fine, I’ll fight you one-on-one. Whatever happens is up to you! And as for my grudge with those two, it won’t end with this fight. If you want to walk out of here with the Sigil, you’d better ask my friends if they’ll let you.”
Evan gave Desmond Mansfield a look, then turned to Jun Yang. "Things could change at any moment out there. Big bros, I need you to keep the perimeter locked down—if nothing goes wrong, I can handle things in here."
Jun Yang didn’t know what Evan was planning, but answered, “Don’t worry. Just focus on your part. But be careful—don’t do anything reckless.”
“Alright!”
Evan and Desmond Mansfield exchanged a knowing smile. Desmond stepped forward and said, “If this Holy Emperor wants a duel with Evan Chu, that’s a personal grudge.
But as for you two—sorry, the Starry Void Sigil is something our Mansfield Clan has set its sights on. If you want to take it, you’ll need our permission first.”
With a wave, Desmond summoned five Holy Emperors, with a dozen-plus Saint Venerables behind them.
Three Holy Emperors and sixteen Saint Venerables stood guard behind Desmond, while the other two locked eyes with Victor Zhao and Leon Li. The message couldn’t be clearer: you can leave, but not with the Sigil. If you want it, you’ll have to fight.
Just then, Malcolm Mo suddenly chuckled. “Evan Chu, I can give up the Sigil. My real goal, from the start, was to kill you—even mobilizing the Five-Dynasty Alliance, it’s all for that! So, are you sure you want a fair duel with me now?
Ant, do you even know how to write the word ‘death’?”
Evan laughed. “That word’s easy—I know it for sure. I’m just afraid you don’t, so I’m about to teach you. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got!” Battle intent blazed in his eyes, stunning everyone present—a mid Saint Lord ant challenging a Holy Emperor so brazenly!