Boom!
The water walls on all sides, swept up by the raging wind, crashed down like solid rock, instantly crushing Miles Wan at the center.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the surging lake water swallowed Miles Wan whole in less than a second!
Not even his bones remained!
The raging winds gradually faded, and the lake’s surface—wild just a second ago—became calm and tranquil in an instant.
As if nothing had ever happened.
All eyes turned to the youth standing at the very front of the pier, hands clasped behind his back—his bearing truly peerless!
“Th—the Young Valley Lord…” Harvey Liao, who’d just had all his teeth knocked out by Evan Lin’s slap, now clutched his mouth and stared at the calm lake, his face pale with shock.
That Young Valley Lord, Miles Wan, was one of Medicine King Valley’s top experts. Even though he’d only just broken into the Mystic Arts Adept realm and his foundation was still unstable, his skills were already far above his peers.
Not to mention the Blackwind Arcana he’d just unleashed—its sheer power was enough to shock anyone, like the mystic arts of a true immortal.
But even so, Miles Wan still couldn’t defeat his opponent in a single move?
“Uncle… Uncle, let’s get out of here…” Harvey Liao’s cousin Terence Liao, who’d just been kicked to the ground by Warren Wu, was full of resentment and had hoped the Young Valley Lord, Miles Wan, would teach Evan Lin and Warren Wu a lesson—but things had gone far beyond their expectations.
Miles Wan was defeated by that youth in a single move!
He was probably already dead in the lake by now.
Terence Liao was now gripped by fear, thinking only of escape.
Warren Wu watched this and swallowed hard, muttering, “Holy crap… Last time I saw Evan ‘Nine Mysteries’ Lin, he killed Sean Shao with a single punch—and now, just a few months later, he can fly?”
Could he already have reached the Mystic Arts Adept realm?
Thinking of this, Warren Wu’s eyes filled with shock and admiration as he looked at Evan Lin—there was only respect in his heart.
A Mystic Arts Adept at just seventeen or eighteen years old!
Just thinking about it, Warren Wu was already excited—most elders in Medicine King Valley who reach Mystic Arts Adept are at least fifty or sixty years old!
They spend their days studying mystic arts, relying on Medicine King Valley’s accumulated resources to aid their cultivation. But even so, they only truly reach the Mystic Arts Adept realm after fifty or sixty years!
But Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin before them is easily half their age! And without any spirit medicine support—such talent is truly monstrous!
A heavy, oppressive feeling hung in the air.
Lucy Lu hesitated for a long time before cautiously walking toward Evan Lin.
She looked at the youth standing at the front of the pier, surprise and unfamiliarity in her beautiful eyes.
Back at the hospital, Lucy Lu had found Evan Lin a bit mysterious—he could diagnose her illness at a glance, and casually prescribe a remedy that cured her completely.
But now, the youth before her didn’t seem cold or distant, yet the power he revealed made her instinctively want to look up to him like an immortal.
You…
Lucy Lu stood not far from the youth, carefully watching his back.
Beside her, Queenie Tong followed, her expression complicated. Seeing all the boats at the pier wrecked by the storm, she glanced around but couldn’t find a single intact vessel—her eyes flashed with annoyance.
But she didn’t dare complain to the youth standing there.
Earlier, Queenie Tong might have dared to order him around, but after seeing the youth’s power, she was left speechless and terrified.
An immortal! An immortal!
Behind them, the crowd who’d just mocked Evan Lin now snapped out of it, faces full of flattery as they called out in his direction.
We were blind and offended the immortal! Please forgive us!
Some, remembering what they’d said, were so terrified Evan Lin might settle scores that they knelt, kowtowing repeatedly to him.
If the immortal gets angry, how many will die?
No matter what they said, the youth at the front didn’t move—he just stared indifferently toward Medicine King Valley, his eyes cold.
Master Lin, all the boats are wrecked. Medicine King Valley looks close from here, but it’s actually a long way. Maybe we should wait for new boats tomorrow before crossing?
Warren Wu came over and carefully addressed Evan Lin, who stood on the pier.