Evan Chu stepping onto the stage was without a doubt the biggest draw. The Four Young Lords and Two Saintesses were all eager to watch, and Frostbane Sect disciples were just as excited. Even those spectators who’d witnessed Evan slaughter the White Sun Sect master back in Golden Ram City were fired up, hearts pounding at the thought of what might happen next.
Of course, the Freewind Palace Lord and Selena Yale were quietly paying close attention as well. This round was guaranteed to be a spectacle—everyone waited with bated breath.
Evan Chu stood calmly at the center of the arena, the Flame Dragon Sword in his hand radiating a fiery red glow. Now that he’d reached late Fifth‑Layer Divine Martial Realm, his Chaos Dragon Force could fuel three full Tyrant Cleaves and still have power left over. He didn’t want to finish his opponent in a single move—that’d be way too shocking and wouldn’t do him any favors.
He’d learned the hard way that standing out too much only brings trouble. Beating his opponent down slowly would be much more satisfying. Plus, he’d just mastered Gold‑Shift and hadn’t tested its true power yet—this Mist Rain Pavilion disciple was the perfect guinea pig.
If that Mist Rain Pavilion disciple knew what Evan Chu was thinking, he’d probably lose his mind on the spot. Talk about being underestimated.
The Mist Rain Pavilion youth gripped a silver longsword, its blade covered in swirling fire element particles. Clearly, he was charging up a devastating sword technique to unleash on Evan Chu.
Evan Chu just smiled to himself. "Showing off fire element attacks in front of me? That’s like swinging an axe in front of a master carpenter. Let’s see just how strong your fire really is."
The Mist Rain Pavilion youth suddenly moved—a blur of speed, slashing out dozens of times in an instant. Each strike unleashed a massive wave of flame sword-qi, the attacks merging into a single sheet like one colossal blow.
But every angle Evan Chu could attack from was completely sealed off. The overwhelming sword-qi whipped up a fierce gale, blasting out across the arena.
This wasn’t just some flashy move—the ability to unleash dozens of sword strikes in a single second showed the Mist Rain Pavilion youth’s terrifying mastery of swordsmanship.
Every wave of sword-qi carried a blazing red sword radiance more than a meter long, making the crowd gasp in shock. Quite a few people thought that Frostbane Sect’s young master might actually get chopped into pieces by this attack.
Even the Sacred Sword Sect master was worried the Frostbane Sect youth wouldn’t survive. He couldn’t understand why Evan Chu had let his opponent charge up instead of attacking first—wouldn’t that have been smarter? Now Evan Chu was completely on the defensive. Even if he matched his foe in cultivation, Ninth‑Layer Divine Martial, he might not be able to withstand such a powerful strike.
Besides, the Frostbane Sect youth only seemed to be at Sixth‑Layer Divine Martial at best. That was why the Sacred Sword Sect master had urged him to just surrender.
Others worried, but the Four Young Lords and Two Saintesses didn’t. Selena Yale wasn’t worried either—if Evan Chu couldn’t handle this, how could he ever be worthy of her? The Freewind Palace Lord was just as unconcerned, though she couldn’t figure out why Evan Chu didn’t finish things in one blow instead of wasting time.
Frostbane Sect disciples, on the other hand, were a bundle of nerves. Even though Elder He had hyped up their new sect master as a monster, anyone with real combat experience could see this attack was insanely dangerous.
Just then, Evan Chu’s footwork shifted—his whole body flickered like a ghost, leaving behind an afterimage dozens of meters away. The Mist Rain Pavilion youth’s sword strike landed squarely on the phantom.
It all happened in a flash. Most people thought the fiery sword-qi had hit Evan Chu directly, not realizing it was only his afterimage.
Then, another afterimage appeared from afar, swinging a blade at the Mist Rain Pavilion youth. This time, the sword radiance was golden and stretched over two meters. Before anyone could react, the Mist Rain Pavilion youth was sent flying dozens of meters, coughing up blood in mid‑air.
It all happened so fast that most spectators couldn’t process what was going on. The attacker was now badly wounded, while Evan Chu stood untouched in the center of the stage.
The Sacred Sword Sect master had seen everything clearly. His stunned expression was almost comical—his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg. Deep down, he was terrified by Evan Chu’s calm, his speed, and his sheer offensive power.
The Four Young Lords and Two Saintesses saw Evan Chu’s strength for themselves again—his speed was unreal. What shocked everyone most was the Flame Dragon Sword suddenly bursting with golden sword radiance, a pure gold element attack.
Serena Dream had a deeper understanding of the gold element than most, but even she couldn’t produce a two‑meter‑long golden sword radiance, let alone fuse it with fire. Her mind was spinning—she knew Evan Chu had also mastered water element. How could anyone command three elements at once?
Evan Chu, unfazed, looked at his battered opponent. "Got any fight left in you? If not, just concede—I’m in a good mood today and don’t feel like killing anyone."
The Mist Rain Pavilion youth glared at Evan Chu, furious. "You call that skill? All you did was rely on speed for a sneak attack. If you’ve got guts, face me head‑on!"
Evan Chu laughed. "So you really do have a death wish? Fine, I’ll grant it—don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."
He unleashed the Flame Dragon Sword, flames roaring to life and scorching the air with crackling heat. The Mist Rain Pavilion youth summoned his own fire, but compared to Evan Chu’s, it was nothing.
Both fighters slashed out almost simultaneously. The Mist Rain Pavilion youth repeated his earlier move, merging dozens of sword shadows into a single, even stronger strike.
But this time, Evan Chu was determined to make a statement. He’d already given his opponent a chance—now even the Mist Rain Pavilion master couldn’t complain. He unleashed Tyrant Cleave at full power.
A deep, ancient dragon’s roar echoed across the stage. The sect masters of the Ten Great Sects all grew solemn, their gazes locked on the mysterious youth.
Everyone saw a massive fire‑red sword radiance, surging with thunderous force, crash down on Evan Chu’s opponent. The kingly aura he radiated sent chills down the spines of everyone watching.
Evan Chu’s strike tore a gaping hole in the space above the arena, unleashing a wild energy storm. Anyone caught in it would be in mortal danger.
The Mist Rain Pavilion youth was cleaved clean in half, and the raging fire element devoured him instantly. In just a few breaths, only ashes remained.
Evan Chu, on the other hand, suffered only superficial wounds from his opponent’s strike—his monstrous defenses healed in an instant.
The Sacred Sword Sect master urgently turned to the Freewind Palace Lord. "Hurry and destroy that spatial black hole—something’s wrong with it…"