"Impossible!" Titus Xuanyuan refused without hesitation when he heard that Evan Chu was actually after Dragon-Martial Sect's King-Grade techniques.
"If you think it's impossible, then go die!"
Without warning, a flash of sword light swept past—Titus Xuanyuan's body and Sun-Soul were obliterated by a single slash.
Sheathing his sword, Evan Chu's gaze fell on the other three elders of Dragon-Martial Sect: "You've all heard my terms. Either hand over your techniques or choose death—it's up to you!"
Hearing Evan Chu's threat, the three elders of Dragon-Martial Sect were both shocked and furious, but they could do nothing about him, so they quickly exchanged opinions in private.
"If you don't make a choice within ten breaths, I'll choose for you!" Ian urged impatiently.
At his words, the three elders' expressions changed again, but in the end, they gave in and agreed to hand over Dragon-Martial Sect's King-Grade techniques. The sect had four King-Grade manuals; coincidentally, each of the three cultivated a different one, while the last was reserved for the sect master alone.
Evan Chu handed them paper and brush, instructing the three Dragon-Martial elders to write down their manuals aside. Then, his gaze turned to the rest of the crowd.
Feeling his gaze, all the Sun-Soul martial artists shuddered inwardly.
One clan head said bitterly, "Young Master Chu, we're willing to hand over our techniques too!"
Once someone took the lead, the rest quickly gave in as well, picking up paper and brush to write out their techniques.
Half an hour later.
Evan Chu received thirty-two King-Grade manuals: eleven high-tier, fifteen mid-tier, and the rest were entry-level King-Grade techniques.
None of them dared tamper with the techniques at all—clearly, Evan Chu's casual, lethal methods had scared them into submission.
"Get lost!"
With a casual wave, Evan Chu split open a gap in the formation. Instantly, the Sun-Soul martial artists rushed out in a frenzy.
"And you?"
Finally, Evan Chu's gaze landed on Neron Vale: "You're cultivating an Emperor-Grade technique, aren't you? Hand it over, and I'll spare your life!"
Now restored to human form, his hair wild and disheveled, Neron Vale's face turned ugly. "Young Master Chu, how about I trade ten high-tier King-Grade techniques for my life instead?"
"What do you think?" Evan Chu sneered.
Neron Vale took a deep breath, his tone resolute: "Young Master Chu, the Emperor-Grade technique is the foundation of my Valeguard Kingdom. If you truly insist, then I have no choice but to fight you to the death!"
"A life-and-death struggle?" Evan Chu laughed disdainfully. "Do you even have the qualifications to fight me to the death?"
"...You...!"
Neron Vale was left speechless, his breath caught in his throat.
"You all, go ahead and finish off this old man!" Evan Chu ordered the six demon cultivators.
"You all, take him out!" Evan Chu ordered the six demon cultivators.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The six demon cultivators surged forward, surrounding Neron Vale and attacking simultaneously.
Each of them was individually stronger than Neron Vale, and with all six working together, they nearly blasted him apart in just one round.
Seeing the six demon cultivators about to continue, Neron Vale hurriedly shouted, "Stop—quick, stop! I’m willing to hand over the Emperor-Grade technique!"
Evan Chu spat out a single word, utterly speechless, then tossed paper and brush to Neron Vale: "Remember, don't play any tricks, or I'll kill you on the spot!"
It took about a quarter of an hour, but Neron Vale finally finished recording the Emperor-Grade technique. Evan Chu took it and examined it, secretly nodding—this old guy hadn't faked anything.
With a casual wave, Evan Chu simply moved Neron Vale outside the great formation.
In less than half a day, news that Evan Chu had repelled fifty Sun-Soul martial artists and killed more than ten of them spread throughout Dragonfang City.
With Evan Chu defeating Emperor Abyss, doesn't that mean he's already reached the very top of the power pyramid in the Mystic Sun Domain?
Thinking about Evan Chu's ranking on the Soaring Dragon List, for the first time people began to question the authority of the list.
Lydia Zhu sat in Prince Jin's Manor, inner courtyard, silent for a long time after hearing that Evan Chu had defeated Emperor Abyss. Her emotions were a tangled mess—regret? Bitterness? Anger?
If she'd known that the son she'd never really considered her own could become this powerful, she would have begged, even cried, to be acknowledged by him.
Meanwhile, the seven young elites who had befriended Evan Chu were left dumbfounded by the news, unable to imagine it could be true.
Evan Chu was sitting in the hall, chatting with Sherry Summers.
Evan Chu looked completely relaxed: "You don't have to worry about Daxia Merchant Guild's upper management doing anything to you. For a prodigy as young and promising as me, recruiting me is much more profitable than trying to get rid of me!"
"Just a 'thank you' and that's it?" Evan Chu teased, a playful smile on his lips.
"Didn't someone say we'd already pledged ourselves to each other for life?" Evan Chu's teasing was even stronger.
"Just an expedient measure, right? I get it!" Evan Chu jumped in, deliberately putting on a disappointed look.
Hearing Sherry's blunt confession, Evan Chu was left speechless; he had only meant to joke with her.
After that battle, Evan Chu's reputation in the Mystic Sun Domain skyrocketed like a rocket.
Even though there was no punishment, Evan Chu still took this quest extremely seriously.