There was nothing left around—not even wind.
Even the fire dragon beneath Evan Lin’s feet—the flames along its body—were forced to withdraw under the sword-intent radiating from that blue-violet tribulation sword.
“Is that kid insane? Does he really think he can go head-to-head with a sword that descended from the heavens?”
“That’s terrifying—what kind of existence is this, seriously, what kind of existence!”
Such terrifying sword-intent—I’ve lived so many years and never seen anything this monstrous! Who are these two, anyway?
Far away, the hidden-world experts who sensed the terrifying power of the tribulation sword in the sky all wore horrified expressions.
They were even more stunned by the guy out there—he actually dared to raise his sword, point it at the sky, and meet that descending sword head-on!
These people were all old monsters living outside the ordinary world. Normally, they prided themselves as true masters and looked down on so-called Vajra and Pointing-to-Mystery experts in the mundane realm.
But this time, even though they wanted to get closer, to witness this unprecedented clash up close, none of them had the guts to do it.
Even now, with the sword-intent and lightning seemingly withdrawn from heaven and earth, everyone watching the blue-violet tribulation sword’s glow from afar still felt chills down their spine.
Most people just stood in silence, watching from a distance, sighing to themselves—anyone who dared to stand against this must be a true genius, a freak among freaks.
“When did such a powerhouse appear in the mundane world?”
Most of them were just curious, but not a single person could explain who that guy over there really was.
After all, it was too far away—they couldn’t see clearly.
Normally, they looked down on all so-called masters in the mundane world, so naturally they never bothered to learn about any rising stars out there.
All eyes were filled with shock and awe.
The terrifying pressure finally reached Evan Lin.
Evan gripped Dustleave, and his sword-intent instantly surged to the limit.
Dustleave’s blade collided with the blue-violet tribulation sword.
From above, it descended straight down, unstoppable—this blue-violet tribulation sword that had already shattered three blades finally paused in midair.
That pause lasted only a single breath.
The terrifying pressure, along with a force like Mount Tai crashing down, pressed Evan toward the ground.
Evan clenched his teeth, eyes full of determination.
Bolts of Heavenly Tribulation thunder poured down Dustleave, surging into Evan’s body.
Waves of excruciating, tearing pain rampaged through his meridians.
The Heavenly Tribulation’s might manifested inside Evan, crazily destroying everything within him.
The Left-Hand Dragon opened its dragon eyes, coldly watching the Heavenly Tribulation’s might rampage through Evan’s body, letting it wander and inflict immense pain.
"Sigh."
A gentle sigh echoed from within Evan’s body.
The sound came from the Lyria Blossom.