Lena Lin and Desmond Mansfield were standing not far away, both staring at Evan Chu in shock. What did he just say? He wanted to fight a powerhouse at the early Holy Emperor Realm? A fair fight?
He’s insane! Everyone thought Evan Chu had lost his mind.
Even Horace Hong, hiding in the shadows, started to hesitate and worry. What was he supposed to do now? Absolutely nothing could happen to Evan Chu—if Evan went down, his own days would be numbered too. But how could he stop him? There was no way. All he could do was watch in silence.
He watched this clueless brat, who didn’t know the meaning of fear, challenge a real early Holy Emperor powerhouse!
"This fight... feels familiar, doesn’t it?"
Mad-Blade Li gazed at Evan Chu’s proud figure and said to Jun Yang beside him.
Right now, the Mad-Blade Legion and Blazing-Flame Legion were holding the line, and nobody dared to stir up trouble. Meanwhile, the two Holy Emperor powerhouses of the Mansfield Family were already locked in battle with Victor Zhao and Leon Li. Five Holy Emperor-level experts—two-thirds of the Mansfield Family’s total strength—were fighting here. You could tell, just from this scene, how determined the Mansfield Family was to claim the Starry Void Sigil.
"Yeah! This Malcolm Mo... he’s about to become Evan Chu’s next grinding stone. Only this time, the stone’s a lot tougher than the last ones!"
"Who knows what that kid Linfeng is thinking, actually trying to use this chance to break through. What’s even harder to understand is, he’s only aiming for late Saint Lord? He needs a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse as a whetstone just to break through one minor stage—what’s he going to do when he needs to reach the Holy Emperor Realm? Who will he pick as his opponent then?"
"Hey, that’s not our problem to worry about. Jun Yang, what matters most right now is Linfeng’s safety. We have to keep a close eye on him. If anything goes wrong on his side, no matter what, we must make sure he gets out alive."
"Trust me, I know that better than you do."
Jun Yang and Mad-Blade Li both nodded to each other.
On the other side, the fight between Evan Chu and Malcolm Mo was finally about to begin.
"I won’t hold back. Killing you will take just one move."
"You might not be qualified, and you definitely don’t have the strength."
Whoosh!
Evan Chu’s mid Saint Lord Realm cultivation erupted in full, but in the center of this battlefield packed with powerhouses, that level of strength was almost a joke.
But in the next instant, a terrifying wave of energy swept out, and everyone’s expression changed.
Boom!
A deep vibration rumbled out. Above the pitch-black void, a golden bead suddenly appeared at Evan Chu’s brow. Primordial energy spilled everywhere, and the sound of low, resonant dragon roars echoed in everyone’s ears.
Roar~
Next, a massive saber rapidly condensed into a blade-shadow apparition. This was the Desolate Dragon Saber, paired with Evan Chu’s peak Primordial Dragon Bloodline, unleashing the saber’s greatest power.
As Evan Chu uncovered more secrets of the Desolate Dragon Saber, he suddenly realized that the Primordial Dragon wasn’t the final evolutionary form for the Dragon Clan. Even after reaching Primordial Dragon status, there was an even deeper path of evolution ahead.
Although his bloodline had reached the Primordial Dragon’s peak, he was still far from fully tapping into its true power.
The ultimate evolutionary form of the Primordial Dragon is called the Sacred Dragon Emperor. But with the power Evan Chu could wield right now, he was still far from that level—at least four or five major realms away. Still, with the Desolate Dragon Saber in hand, he could skip a lot of trouble.
Like right now, using the Dragon Pearl’s power to drive the Desolate Dragon Saber and unleash the hidden Dragon Clan secret arts sealed within it—this eruption of force already far surpassed what ordinary late Saint Venerables could display.
That’s the real reason Evan Chu dared to challenge a Holy Emperor!
In the Star-River Sacred Domain, nobody cares how much you brag or talk big—nobody’s scared by words alone. Only by showing real power can you make people shut up.
So when Evan Chu’s power exploded, some scheming Saint Venerable experts instinctively retreated a few steps. This guy... is a total freak!
No wonder he could become the Frostbane Dynasty’s Eighth Legion Throne. With this kind of power, wiping out ordinary late-stage Saint Venerables is a breeze!
And don’t forget, rumor has it that Lord Chu has a super-powerful Stellar Blazeburst Battle-Array…
Voices rose in heated discussion, but Evan Chu had no time to care about any of that.
The Desolate Dragon Saber’s power was being pushed to the limit. For Evan Chu, this was a massive strain—even with his Perfect Blood and unmatched physical foundation, if he tried to force out more than thirty percent of the saber’s power at his current cultivation, he’d explode on the spot.
But now, the Desolate Dragon Saber was already erupting at forty percent of its true strength, and it was still climbing. This was Evan Chu’s absolute limit—any further, and he’d hurt himself before he ever injured his enemy.
"Hmph! Parlor tricks. Do you really think you can kill me with just that?"
"You talk too much."
Malcolm Mo’s expression was still full of disdain, but the massive saber in Evan Chu’s hand was already surging forth with overwhelming force.
Evan Chu planned to end this quickly. He knew that if he won, he’d break through to peak late Saint Lord in no time—and once he fully refined the Starry Void Sigil, he’d be just one step from the Saint Venerable Realm.
At this moment, he couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, there was no need to waste words with Malcolm Mo; delays only bred trouble. This wasn’t Evan Chu’s home turf, and with so many experts eyeing the Starry Void Sigil, caution was everything.
"Evan Chu, die! I told you, killing you takes just one move!"
Malcolm Mo was overjoyed inside. Seeing Evan Chu recklessly charging straight at him, Malcolm gathered his own overwhelming power and struck back.
But Evan Chu’s methods didn’t stop there—swish, swish, swish!
At the same instant, two Blood-stained Demon Stars and one Crimson Demon Star appeared above his head. With three stars shrouding him, Lynton Chu’s avatar materialized at Evan’s side.
With mid Saint Venerable cultivation and three powerful stars working together, Evan Chu’s eruption of force instantly suppressed Malcolm Mo, who was supposedly a Holy Emperor.
"What?! How can you unleash more than fifty percent of such powerful stars’ strength?!"
Malcolm Mo’s expression finally changed. Even Lena Lin, at Saint Venerable Realm, could barely drive her stars past forty percent—and she was a top expert.
But Evan Chu? He not only broke past fifty percent, he controlled three powerful stars at once! Just how deep was his understanding of stellar power?
If he could control just one star to this extent… how terrifying would that be?
Before anyone could process it, Evan Chu and Malcolm Mo’s first collision erupted with a terrifying explosion—the void of this star region was starting to destabilize.