Evan Lin’s tone was calm and indifferent. The moment he spoke, everyone’s face turned especially ugly.
If you’re not convinced, step out now.
Evan Lin swept his gaze across the crowd.
Everyone present froze awkwardly.
Shameless!
You’re only acting tough because you’ve got a magic artifact!
Without that artifact, you’re nothing!
A bunch of people kept cursing and grumbling.
But no one actually dared to step up and challenge him.
Whether it was the Pseudo-Vajras or the fifth-grade Vajras, when they faced Evan Lin just now, none of them even managed to use their full strength—they just got sent flying, totally confused.
Seeing that, a lot of them started to feel uneasy inside.
To them, magic artifacts always meant mysterious power.
If it weren’t for the Dao-Trial Gathering going on, I’d kill him no matter the cost.
Warren Hu’s face was cold and grim.
A lot of people were eyeing Evan Lin’s mysterious magic artifact, hungry for it.
But compared to that, what they wanted even more was to pass the Locke Family’s Dao-Trial Gathering and get a shot at seeing the Deep-Frost Iceflame.
If they tried now and got blasted off the mountain like those other guys, they’d lose their spot—way too risky.
Evan Lin stood outside his cabin—no one dared challenge him anymore.
The rest went off to challenge other cabins—some won, some lost.
One after another, people got kicked out of their cabins, while others managed to hold their ground.