At this moment, the remaining Blood Alliance disciples began to emerge one after another, and a full-scale battle officially erupted. Evan Chu couldn’t care less about these people—he genuinely wanted to finish them off with a single sword strike just to avoid wasting time. But he also wanted to temper his sect’s disciples, giving them a chance to face life-and-death combat; perhaps it would help their cultivation.
After all, this is a world where the weak are prey to the strong. Too much comfort only breeds degeneration and weakness. Just then, an old man fiercely swung his sword, attacking Evan Chu.
Evan acted as if he hadn’t seen the attack at all, turning his head aside and leaving the Freewind Palace Lord and Bloodfiend Hall Master beside him deeply worried.
“Be careful, Evan!” the Freewind Palace Lord couldn’t help but cry out. The old man was incredibly fast—she wanted to intervene, but it was already too late; she could only watch helplessly as the sword neared Evan.
But just as the old man’s sword was about to strike Evan, Evan casually reached out and grabbed the blade with his bare hand. With his other hand, he punched out—"Boom!"—and the old man was instantly blasted to dust, leaving not a trace behind.
This elder had just broken into the Saint Martial Realm, but under Evan’s attack—his Fivefold Element-Shift fused with martial techniques—he couldn’t even withstand a single move. The thought alone was terrifying.
Evan was momentarily dazed—he had expected to seriously injure the man, not kill him in one blow. Clearly, the power of the Fivefold Element-Shift was truly heaven-defying.
Evan was surprised, but the Freewind Palace Lord, Sacred Sword Sect Master, and others were even more astonished. Evan had caught a Saint Martial expert’s strike bare-handed without injury—that was already unbelievable. Then, with a casual punch, he obliterated the man completely. His strength was now so overwhelming they could hardly accept it.
If Evan wanted to wipe out any one of them, it would be effortless. They all secretly rejoiced at having befriended him rather than becoming his enemies, and their respect for Evan only deepened.
Evan laughed and said, “Even trash like this dares to boast so shamelessly? Looks like there aren’t any real experts in Blood Alliance after all.”
Evan slew a top Blood Alliance expert with a single move, leaving the four sect masters of Blood Alliance in cold sweat. None of them had expected his power to be so terrifying—surviving this day would be extremely difficult.
Disciples from other allied sects also started finding their own opponents and began killing. The Freewind Palace Lord and her group engaged their respective foes, while Shadow hovered in the air, calmly absorbing the blood-reeking qi released by dying experts. This blood qi was dozens or even hundreds of times richer than what he had absorbed on the battlefields of the Heavenly Dragon Empire and Sea Dragon Empire.
For a moment, Evan seemed to have no opponents at all—no one from Blood Alliance dared to challenge him. He found it all rather amusing. With a thought, he activated teleportation, instantly appearing elsewhere and unleashing Tyrant Cleave with the Frostbane Sword: every enemy he met was struck down with a single slash.
Within a few breaths, Evan had already swung his sword several times, moving with incredible speed. Now, using Chaos Dragon Force to cast Tyrant Cleave barely cost him any energy at all, and his fusion of the Fivefold Element-Shift grew smoother with every attack.
His overwhelming attacks instantly wiped out all the Blood Alliance buildings and slaughtered hundreds of enemies. Of course, he also accidentally injured dozens of allied disciples—his power was simply too great to control.
Evan’s devastating power filled everyone with terror. Many began to flee; in the face of such a monster, staying put truly meant waiting for death.
Allied disciples began to retreat as well. Blood Alliance members were fleeing, and several top experts fighting the Freewind Palace Lord and others were now thinking about running too. Evan saw all of this clearly.
Evan paid no attention to the low-level disciples who ran away—they posed no threat to his sect. But the sect masters were different: if he left Frostbane Sect and they regrouped, Frostbane Sect would be in danger. These people had to be killed to eliminate future threats.
"Palace Lord, Hall Master, fall back! Leave these people to me!" Evan called out.
Evan had already decided: he would kill these sect masters himself. As for the others, if they could escape, so be it. If not, they could either be killed or join another sect—Frostbane Sect would never accept them. He wouldn’t allow any hidden dangers to remain.
Upon hearing Evan’s words, the Freewind Palace Lord and the others immediately fell back, while the enemy sect masters seized the chance to escape. It was as if they’d planned it in advance—they fled in different directions, making it extremely difficult for Evan to hunt them all down.
“Evan, we can’t let these people get away or they’ll become a threat to our sect. We should split up and chase them!” the Freewind Palace Lord urged.
Evan waved his hand and laughed, “Just deal with those who didn’t escape. I can handle these few myself!”
With that, his figure flickered—he activated teleportation and vanished from sight. In the next instant, he appeared before one of the sect masters, swung the Frostbane Sword, and unleashed Tyrant Cleave infused with the Fivefold Element-Shift. The power was overwhelming—a true one-hit kill.
He immediately teleported in another direction, and within less than half a stick of incense, Evan had slaughtered all the fleeing Blood Alliance sect masters and top experts, taking their storage rings as loot.
While Blood Alliance had plenty of wealth, none of it compared to what was inside those storage rings. Even if Evan ignored the rest, he’d still come out massively ahead.
By the time Evan returned, the battle was nearly over. Several thousand Blood Alliance disciples had surrendered, several thousand more had escaped, and tens of thousands lay dead.
Of course, Frostbane Sect and Freewind Palace had also lost thousands of disciples. No one dwelled on these deaths—this is a world where only the strong survive.
Those who survived were tended to—after all, a life is a life. Anyone who managed to live through this had earned their own fortune.
Seeing Evan return so quickly, the Freewind Palace Lord asked, “Sect Master Chu, what about those people? I told you we should’ve split up, but now they’ve escaped! You’re just too confident. Sure, if they’d all run in the same direction, you could’ve killed them easily, but with everyone fleeing separately, not even your strength is enough!”
“I say we should issue wanted orders across the Azure Tide Ruins. If anyone spots them, we’ll send people to kill them immediately. That’s the only way to eliminate future threats. For now, let’s deal with the ones in front of us,” said the Sacred Sword Sect Master.
Evan laughed, “You’re all underestimating me. I said I’d handle it, and I did—those people are already dead. You can relax!”