"Uh, I think I made a mistake."
"What?" Mansfield looked confused, not sure what Evan was referring to.
"I think I gave the other eight Ghostshadow Kill‑Stars to the wrong people. This little mistake might end up costing a lot of lives."
Evan twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced in the direction where eight other figures were quickly fleeing.
That's right—the other eight who absorbed Ghostshadow Kill‑Stars were Serena Hua, Roxanne Lin, Yvonne Xuan, and the rest. Unlike the wives he married back in the lower realm, these women not only have powerful bloodline foundations, but their talent and potential are every bit as high as Violet Thunder. Giving them these killer stars...
Evan swore his original intention was just to help his wives boost their cultivation a bit—not even to help him, just so they'd have a little power to protect themselves. But he never imagined that, years later, these troublemakers would break away from Dragon‑Chen, take the Ghostshadow Kill‑Stars, and blood‑wash this sector of the Star‑River Dominion over and over. A hellish assassin syndicate was already taking shape...
"Uh, cough cough! Well, it's too late to worry about that now. The two toughest nails have been pulled—we need to move fast!"
"Alright, Violet Thunder, go. Be careful."
"Don't worry, Senior Brother!"
Two Holy Emperors had been assassinated in utter silence. Instantly, the 1.3 million-strong army exploded into chaos. Very soon, Violet Thunder, Black Haze, and all those who once served under Frostbane’s old command showed up at the very front—including Lance Li.
"Everyone, don't panic! Let me tell you the truth!"
As soon as Violet Thunder spoke, the other half—a mixed force of over five hundred thousand reinforcements—started getting restless too. But with Dragon‑Chen’s might on full display, it seemed they weren’t really needed. Nathan Star charged in alone, leading his thirty thousand elite Guard Corps straight into the fray!
Nathan Star had just made the list for the final wave of energy baptism. Now, with mid-stage Saint Venerable cultivation, his power was overwhelming—enough to match most late-stage Saint Venerables.
"Dragon‑Chen soldiers, follow me—slaughter the enemy!"
Roar! All thirty thousand Guard Corps roared in unison—every one personally trained by Nathan Star for Dragon‑Chen. The weakest among them was at Saint Lord Realm. The sight was absolutely breathtaking.
The five hundred thousand mixed troops were only here to watch the show anyway, and their own cultivation was low. The weaker dynasties couldn’t even provide decent stars or enough Starstones to support them. So it was a total one-sided slaughter—like tigers tearing through a flock of sheep.
Thirty thousand Guard Corps—just seven sweeps, and in barely three hours, not a single one of the five hundred thousand enemy troops survived. Nathan Star stood in midair, spear in hand, drenched in blood, and shouted, "Those who offend Dragon‑Chen, no matter how far, will be killed!"
"Those who offend Dragon‑Chen, no matter how far, will be killed!"
"Those who offend Dragon‑Chen, no matter how far, will be killed!"
Three shouts shook the star‑region for ten thousand miles around, as if even the lingering souls of the slain were scattered and erased by the force.
Swish! In perfect unison, everyone stepped right—no one was out of sync, as if the whole army moved as one.
Violet Thunder, Black Haze—receive your orders!
Here!
I order you both—temporarily act as Throne and vice Throne of the Counter-Rebel Legion. Settle the brothers, and in three days we’ll strike the Frostbane Dynasty base, counterattack! Overthrow Holden Hong, rescue the Four Temple Masters and Seven Thrones, and purge Frostbane’s corruption!
Evan’s command stunned everyone standing with the Flowing-Light Dynasty: Nolan Night, General Wan Wujiang, Leon Li—even Nathan Star and Desmond Mansfield were shocked. What? Counterattack? You’re going to attack the Frostbane Dynasty’s base star-region?!
The entire crowd was dumbfounded, jaws dropping. Counterattack? You’re not just defending—you’re going straight for Frostbane’s heart!
Even Elder Warren Wu, always calm and collected, was left speechless. He’d prepared for a desperate defense, but Evan had flipped the script entirely.
Desmond Mansfield’s mind raced—this wasn’t just a local skirmish anymore. Evan had turned the whole war into a righteous crusade to reclaim Frostbane itself!
The news spread like wildfire. In the blink of an eye, the seven legions’ 1.3 million elites had switched sides and become the Counter-Rebel Legion, ready to march back and take their dynasty!
From this moment, the war was no longer about defending Flowing-Light—it was a crusade to purge Frostbane’s corruption and rescue their true leaders.
Dragon-Chen Hall, Flowing-Light Legion, and the newly formed Counter-Rebel Legion—all would fight side by side under Evan’s banner.
The mood inside the Flowing-Light base exploded. Some wept, some cheered, some clenched their fists—all were swept up in Evan’s momentum.
No one doubted anymore—Evan Chu, Frostbane’s Third Person, Lord Frostbane reborn, was leading them home!
In the chaos, new orders flew out. Logistics scrambled, commanders rallied, and the seven legions reorganized on the spot.
Violet Thunder and Black Haze took command, their voices ringing out as they began to shape the Counter-Rebel Legion.
Evan stood at the center, his presence a beacon. He looked over the vast army, eyes blazing with resolve.
He raised his hand, and the noise died down. Every soldier felt the weight of the moment.
“Brothers! This is our chance. We fight for our Thrones, for our families, for the future of Frostbane!”
The roar that followed shook the star-region. The Counter-Rebel Legion was born in fire and blood.
In that instant, the tide of the war turned. The underdogs had seized their destiny.
Dragon-Chen banners flew high. Flowing-Light soldiers joined the ranks, their faces burning with hope.
Holden Hong’s vanguard, once the spearhead of Frostbane, now faced a force united by vengeance and brotherhood.
The next three days would decide everything—victory or annihilation. But for the first time, the odds felt real.
Evan Chu, standing tall, became the symbol of rebellion and hope. The Counter-Rebel Legion was ready to march.
The chapter ends with the war drums beating, banners unfurling, and the promise of blood and glory on the horizon.