Evan Chu’s sword strike was brutally domineering, fully unleashing the power of Tyrant Cleave. With this one swing, he ended the lives of three black-clothed experts. Yet after they died, their bodies instantly dissolved into black mist, leaving not even bones behind—a truly eerie sight.
Evan’s heart jumped in shock—not because of the enemies’ identities, but because if they all died like this, there would be no clues left behind. Figuring out the dark organization’s secrets would become even more troublesome.
Evan spun around and appeared beside Master Shaw, saying, “Leave this one to me. You go finish off the others.”
Master Shaw was startled to see Evan kill several black-clothed men with a single sword strike. The rumors were true—this youth was far from ordinary.
He immediately rushed to attack the remaining invaders. Some black-clothed men were still scattered elsewhere in Crescent Moon Sect, so he had to take them out quickly before moving on. If any escaped, it would be a total disgrace.
Evan glanced at the black-clothed man whose arm he’d severed and noticed that the wound had already stopped bleeding and healed. The man’s recovery was so fast it nearly rivaled Evan’s own.
Evan casually swung his sword, but this attack didn’t injure the enemy. What he really wanted was for the man to escape—so Luna, the Sword Spirit, could capture him and extract information. After all, this man’s status was the highest among the attackers, so he would know the most.
Seeing that Evan’s sword wasn’t very threatening, the black-clothed man quickly retreated, clearly intent on fleeing.
Evan didn’t immediately give chase. Instead, he smiled as he watched the man. The black-clothed man threw out a fake attack, but Evan saw right through his intentions.
Evan dodged skillfully, deliberately giving the man a chance to escape. Yet his movements were flawless—no one could see through his act.
The black-clothed man retreated at once, moving incredibly fast. Evan said to Master Shaw, “I’ll chase after that guy—the rest are yours. Make sure not a single one gets away.”
As soon as Evan finished speaking, he vanished in a flash. Master Shaw glanced at Evan’s distant figure, then unleashed powerful attacks on the remaining enemies.
The black-clothed man quickly escaped Crescent Moon Sect, disappearing after just a few leaps. Evan wasn’t worried about him running away—in fact, he hoped the man would get even farther.
Evan strolled out of Crescent Moon Sect, swept his divine sense across the area, and instantly locked onto the man’s escape route. He activated teleportation and, within a few breaths, appeared right in front of the black-clothed man.
“Why are you so slow? I let you run for ages, and I still caught up in an instant. What a letdown!” Evan grinned at the black-clothed man.
“W‑Who are you? Since when did such a monster show up in the Azure Tide Ruins?” The man was clearly stunned by Evan’s speed.
“Who I am doesn’t matter. Who you are is what’s important to me. If you’re willing to tell me about your organization, maybe I’ll spare you. Otherwise, you’re dead for sure.” Evan smiled, looking like he had the situation completely under control.
“You think you deserve to know? Kid, if you’re smart you’ll get out of the way. Otherwise, who lives and who dies is still up in the air.” The man retorted, wary of Evan but not too worried since Evan hadn’t reached the Saint Martial Realm yet.
“Heh, I gave you a chance. Since you won’t take it, this Frostbane Sect Master won’t be polite!” Evan said with a laugh, raising the Frostbane Sword and pointing it at the man.
The man’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he stammered, “Y‑You’re the Frostbane… Frostbane Sect Master?” Clearly, he was completely shocked.
Most people in the Azure Tide Ruins already knew Evan Chu had become Frostbane Sect Master, but today he’d disguised himself—so the black-clothed man hadn’t recognized him. Now, it all made sense. No wonder Evan was so audacious: anyone who could kill a Third-Layer Saint Martial expert with a single sword wasn’t someone at First-Layer Saint Martial like him could hope to fight.
“Looks like you’re not that dumb. Did you really think I didn’t know who you people are? In the Azure Tide Ruins, I probably know your kind better than anyone. I’m just curious—how much strength have the six Demon Generals regained? You must be from here too, but you’ve already been demonized by Venerable Solus. Honestly, I’m impressed Solus could hide for so many years.” Evan smiled, still not making a move.
Evan’s words made the black-clothed man tremble from head to toe. Demon Generals almost never show themselves, yet Evan knew both their number and their role as organization elders. Now they no longer needed to drink blood—they were all in secluded breakthrough. This guy not only knew about the elders, but even about the mysterious Lord. He’d never met the Lord himself, but he knew that person was truly terrifying.
Seeing the change in the man’s expression, Evan felt certain—he’d guessed right. This guy definitely knew plenty of secrets. He’d caught a decent-sized fish this time.
“Luna, how should I capture this guy? Should I just heavily injure him, or do you want to handle it yourself?” Evan asked the Sword Spirit.
“Just wound him badly—leave the rest to me. He’s only First-Layer Saint Martial, so don’t use any powerful techniques. He’s already demonized; if he dies, he’ll turn into black mist and you’ll regret it.” Luna replied.
“Got it. I’ll use Soul Rend—he won’t die from that, just wait and see!” Evan said, then flicked the Frostbane Sword and unleashed Soul Rend straight at the man.
Evan trusted Soul Rend completely—it would severely injure the man’s soul but wouldn’t kill him. Right now, it was the perfect attack.
The Frostbane Sword flashed with a streak of green sword-qi, striking the black-clothed man in an instant. Of course, the man wasn’t weak—he slashed back, sending Evan flying several meters. But to Evan, the attack was nothing but a tickle; it couldn’t hurt him at all.
If you counted damage, maybe his clothes got a hole from the sword-qi. His body wasn’t even scratched.
But the black-clothed man was in agony—Soul Rend had torn his soul, and he couldn’t hold himself steady, crashing straight down from the air…