Fenn Patriarch and the Nine-Color Mirror

Evan Yang, at early Shadow-God Realm, felt immense pressure facing Fenn Finger—pressure from someone at least a full major realm above him.

"Your Fenn Family used fake information. Just wait to collect Second Young Master Fenn's corpse." Evan Yang sneered.

"Hmph, if you won't talk, I'll just kill you first! Worst case, I'll search your memory!" Fenn Finger snorted coldly.

"Search my memory?" Evan Yang had never heard of such a technique, but he definitely wouldn't let it happen now. He just sneered, "Goodbye."

"Trying to escape? Not a chance!" Fenn Finger snorted.

Seeing his opponent attack, Evan Yang didn't back down. He pushed his speed to over a hundred times normal—though his cultivation wasn't as high as Fenn Finger's, his speed was no less.

"Impossible!" Fenn Finger was shocked—Evan Yang was only at early Shadow-God Realm, yet his speed was just as fast as Fenn Finger's own.

"Nothing's impossible!" Evan Yang snorted, then launched into battle. When their fists collided, Fenn Finger was stunned—even Evan's strength was no less than his own.

"You're not just early Shadow-God Realm!" Fenn Finger couldn't believe someone at that stage could have such power.

Evan Yang ignored him and sneered, "Is that really important?"

The two continued their fierce battle. Fenn Finger didn't dare clash fists with Evan Yang and kept trying to escape his punches.

At this point, Evan Yang and Fenn Finger were evenly matched in both strength and speed—mainly because Evan's burst power had boosted him a full major realm.

Fenn Finger was unwilling to accept it. Seeing Evan Yang about to escape his attack range, he quickly shouted to those nearby, "Stop him and you'll be heavily rewarded!"

The guards following behind saw Evan Yang's explosive power—they knew even Fenn Finger couldn't handle him. If they tried, it was suicide.

But as Fenn Family guards, if they didn't try, they'd be punished later. Helpless, they gritted their teeth and rushed in anyway.

One by one, they were knocked flying. Fenn Finger cursed inwardly, anxious and angry: "Damn it, how is he so strong!"

At the same time, he quickly sent out a message. After all the guards were knocked aside, Fenn Finger forced himself to step up and block Evan Yang again.

Knowing how powerful Evan's fists were, Fenn Finger didn't dare approach—he could only dodge, stuck in that awkward position of needing to block but not daring to fight.

"Kid, you'd better stop right now, or it'll be your death!" Fenn Finger threatened.

"Show me what you've got, or I'm leaving." Evan Yang sneered. He knew he couldn't completely shake off Fenn Finger yet, so he planned to wear him down and solve it his own way.

Just as Evan Yang was planning how to injure Fenn Finger, someone suddenly appeared behind him. Evan only saw a shadow—he tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only feel a powerful force slam into his back.

"Ah!" Evan Yang was sent flying.

Boom—he crashed into a nearby rock, skidding across the ground for a while before finally stopping. He struggled to get up, feeling like he might collapse any moment.

The attacker and Fenn Finger appeared before Evan Yang.

"So it's Steward Fenn." Evan Yang sneered.

"Your body sure is tough—still able to stand up after that." Steward Fenn said sternly, seeing Evan rise.

"You're really despicable, sneaking up on me like that." Evan Yang sneered.

"There's no one else here. If I kill you, so what? You'd better realize your situation. Where is that brewer?" Steward Fenn asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Evan Yang snorted.

"If you don't tell us, it'll be your death." Steward Fenn said.