After the fall of three Saint Venerable-level experts, the entire world was plunged into a brief, deathly silence. Not a sound could be heard—only the howling, soul-stealing wind that whistled from the surrounding spatial black holes, as if it could suck away a person's very soul.
Normally, only battles between Saint Venerable-level powerhouses would result in such brutal devastation. Yet no one could have imagined that Evan Chu, with just early Saint Lord Realm cultivation, had created such a terrifying scene. Those sinister winds from the black hole spaces were no joke—anyone below the Holy Emperor Realm who got dragged in would be forever lost in the Star-River Dominion.
"The power of this star... It must have the same origin as the Blood-stained Demon Star. What kind of place could give birth to such a wicked demon star?"
Inside the Chaos World Domain, everything returned to calm. The Big Dipper, Crimson Demon Star, Blood-stained Demon Star, ten meteors, and the star just snatched from the Blood-Demon Patriarch all quietly floated in the sky.
Evan Chu’s Moon–Sun Godpupils carefully scanned the scene, trying to glean any new information. But aside from the endless stream of stellar power washing over his body, he found nothing else.
The fierce battle had left the nine elemental law avatars gravely wounded. Right now, they were nervously rebuilding their bodies within the Chaos World Domain and couldn’t help Evan Chu in combat for the time being.
Without that fighting strength, Evan Chu didn’t plan to stick around. He wanted to reunite with Lord Jun Yang’s Blazing Flame Legion as soon as possible—and he needed to know exactly which force was scheming behind the scenes.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lord Jun Yang was personally leading thirty thousand Blazing Flame Legion elites in a swift advance, heading straight for the Blood-Demon Clan’s base. Suddenly, from ten thousand li away, Jun Yang noticed violent explosions erupting in the distance. His heart sank—Evan Chu might have run into a powerful enemy.
He immediately ordered the entire army to accelerate and advance at full speed.
Old Goldwing’s soul was mysteriously linked to Evan Chu, and with its guidance, Lord Jun Yang quickly closed in on Evan’s location—now less than a thousand li away.
But at the same time, elsewhere, another formidable legion was advancing—led by three massive starship warboats at the vanguard, followed by an army of over a thousand starships. The frontmost banner was emblazoned with the characters for 'Luoshen,' and the secondary command flag bore the words 'Sky Tiger' beneath a black tiger head emblem.
In the southeastern Star-River Dominion’s Hundred-Dynasty War, the names Rivengrace and Sky Tiger were legendary. The Rivengrace Dynasty had always held the position of regional overlord, but in the past fourteen hundred years, the rise of the Frostbane Dynasty had begun to threaten Rivengrace’s supremacy.
Clashes between the two sides had grown ever more frequent, their rivalry escalating with each battle—each determined to destroy the other. Of all the feuds, the one between Rivengrace’s Sky Tiger Legion and Frostbane’s Blazing Flame Legion was the deepest.
Rumor had it, the previous Sky Tiger Throne was slain by Lord Jun Yang with a single spear strike—shattering his heart and sending his head flying. Back then, Jun Yang was just an early Saint Venerable, newly appointed as Blazing Flame Legion’s deputy commander. That bloody battle made Jun Yang famous across the Star-River, his reputation unmatched for a time.
Eventually, Jun Yang rose rapidly, becoming the supreme Throne of the Blazing Flame Legion. For over a thousand years since, there has never been peace between the Blazing Flame Legion and the Sky Tiger Legion.
This time, once again, the Sky Tiger Legion was plotting to ambush and take revenge on the Blazing Flame Legion—only for Evan Chu to stumble right into the middle of it.
"Hmph! Those three sects and the Blood-Demon race are nothing but trash! I actually expected them to distract the Blazing Flame Legion and create more opportunities for our encirclement—what a total miscalculation!"
Yang Chenghu slammed his meteorite table into pieces—his rage was plain for all to see.
Below him, a dozen commanders and deputy generals kept their mouths shut, not daring to utter a word. They knew this turn of events was beyond anyone’s control, but all they could do was endure the Throne’s fury.
At the same time, they all hated Evan Chu to the bone—if they could, they’d drag him out right now and flay him alive, tear him limb from limb.
A quarter of an hour earlier, the Sky Tiger Legion’s scouts reported that not only had the three sects and the Blood-Demon race failed to lure the Blazing Flame Legion into their pre-set formation traps, but they themselves had been attacked deep within their territory by a late-stage Saint soldier, who destroyed their thousand-year foundations.
And that was just the beginning—the intruder’s power was terrifying, slaughtering three sect guardian ancestors and, in the end, even the newly advanced Blood-Demon Patriarch.
But when Yang Chenghu heard the news, he cursed it as utter nonsense! How powerful could a mere Saint-level ant be? Four Saint Venerables slain by a Saint—wasn’t that pure fantasy? If it really happened, then it only proved the three sects and the Blood-Demon race were the worst kind of trash.
"Enough! The situation is set! We’ve prepared far too long to wipe out this cancer—the Blazing Flame Legion. Even if we didn’t lure them fully into our traps, it’s not all bad news.
At least, now that the Blazing Flame Legion knows some of their own are still alive in the Blood-Demon race’s territory, they’re rushing here at full speed with their entire army. Maybe this is our second chance."
"Throne Lord, what are your orders?" In a legion, aside from the Throne commander, there’s usually a strategist—and the elder standing beside Yang Chenghu was precisely that.
"Let’s turn their own plans against them. We’ll move faster—set up our ambush in the Blood-Demon race’s territory and catch them off guard! At the same time, send word to the Monroe Legion of the Phantom-Star Dynasty to leave the trap zone and join us. With a two-pronged attack, we can annihilate the Blazing Flame Legion!"
"Throne Lord, forgive my bluntness, but that’s far too risky. The Phantom-Star Dynasty may not be as great a threat as Frostbane, but if the Blazing Flame Legion is destroyed, Frostbane’s key star regions and mines will fall into the Monroe Legion’s hands.
That’s their true reason for cooperating. If that happens, all you’ll gain is revenge, with no real benefit—this would be disastrous for us. I suggest we encircle but hold back, and only act once the Monroe Legion arrives to reinforce us.
That way, we’ll not only reduce our own casualties, but we’ll also have leverage to negotiate with the Monroe Legion—ensuring we get half the spoils of victory.
Besides, the Blazing Flame Legion may be small in number, but they’re far from weak! Jun Yang is hailed as Frostbane’s greatest genius in ten thousand years, and with his current growth and the Blazing Flame Legion’s strength, they’re Frostbane’s trump card—we must not underestimate them!"
Yang Chenghu heard the strategist’s words and instantly understood—cursing himself for being so blinded by vengeance that he’d nearly forgotten.
"Big Brother, just wait—today is the day I’ll finally avenge you!"
The 'Big Brother' Yang Chenghu spoke of was none other than the previous Sky Tiger Throne—Yang Feihu.