Evan Chu's strike instantly conjured a fire-red sword-qi tens of meters long in midair—a colossal flaming greatsword that thundered toward Marshal Goldrake.
Marshal Goldrake, meanwhile, retreated several hundred meters in a flash. His golden longsword slashed out, and his body instantly split into seven figures—each one swinging a sword of its own.
The seven massive sword-qi waves instantly fused together, forming a giant sword identical to Evan Chu’s own, and hurtled toward him in attack.
Their clash made the entire space shudder violently, as if the world itself was about to collapse. Energy storms erupted in all directions, and the ground below was ravaged by countless tornadoes—sand and stone flying everywhere in a scene of utter terror.
For thousands of li in every direction, the terrifying energy of their attacks swept across the land. The once sandy desert cracked apart; in some places, towering mountains shot up toward the sky, in others, magma burst from the ground—an apocalyptic scene.
Wounded soldiers and immortal beasts unable to escape the blast zone were instantly destroyed—body and soul alike—reduced to drifting dust in the air.
This is the cruelty of the world: the weak are prey to the strong. Those who managed to escape were still rocked by the shockwaves, their blood and qi churning—many spat blood, unable to even stand on the ground, staring up at the sky in terror.
Such terrifying power left everyone in shock. If battles like this happened a few more times, the Immortal Realm itself might be destroyed. No one had expected the Frostbane Imperial Palace’s lord to be so overwhelmingly strong—so strong it made people want to look up in awe.
Ancient Immortals and hidden-sect experts were especially shaken by Evan Chu’s strength. No wonder he could casually behead a late-stage Immortal Emperor in the Frostbane Grand Hall. Even more frightening was that the immortal-beast side had monsters this terrifying too.
If not for Evan Chu, perhaps the Immortal-Beast War really would end in total defeat. Now, everyone pinned their hopes on him—hoping he could put an end to this war.
Nolan Nangong, Jade Qin, and several other late-stage Immortal Emperors were blasted thousands of meters away by the overwhelming force, each coughing up blood in disbelief—they couldn't fathom how they could be hurt so badly from so far away.
No one could imagine the true scale of Evan Chu and Marshal Goldrake’s attack power. All the onlookers began to worry for Evan’s safety—surviving such a strike seemed almost impossible.
The sword-qi of Evan Chu and Marshal Goldrake collided, and the clash of the two giant swords created a black storm hundreds of meters wide—its energy unimaginable. Anyone who entered would be shredded to pieces in an instant.
Evan Chu’s body was layered in earth-stone defenses and Immortal-force barriers. He knew it wouldn’t help much, but he couldn’t help using everything he had—this strike was simply too strong. He never imagined Marshal Goldrake’s Nine-Heaven Divine Dragon Metamorphosis would be so terrifying, entirely on par with his own Divine Cleave.
The sword-qi giant swords broke apart into countless sword-qi fragments, clashing and cancelling each other out—but only about half the force was neutralized. The rest surged at both combatants like a tidal wave.
Now it all came down to defense. Evan Chu was blasted dozens of li away by Marshal Goldrake’s sword-qi before he managed to stabilize himself, his body flayed with deep, bone-revealing wounds—even his internal organs were visible, some of them shattered.
He’d never faced such terrifying power before—the agony made him spit blood again. But the wounds weren’t fatal, just left him feeling incredibly weak.
Inside his body, the elemental cores spun wildly. The wood element surged to heal his wounds, and Evan could feel himself recovering rapidly—but it would still take at least half a day to fully heal.
He hung motionless in midair, focusing on recovery and ignoring Marshal Goldrake for the moment. If he was hurt this badly, Goldrake had to be in even worse shape—maybe even killed outright.
Marshal Goldrake was in a similar state—covered in wounds, but his injuries were even worse. Evan Chu’s sword-qi carried embedded fire and lightning elements, with the fire already at Heavenfire grade and the lightning at divine level.
Marshal Goldrake was smashed deep into the earth by Evan Chu’s strike, carving a bottomless crater into the ground. Yet he still didn’t die—the pain and numbness wracking his body felt worse than death.
He fished out a white pill from his storage ring and swallowed it. Color slowly returned to his pale face, and his wounds began to heal rapidly—but all he could feel toward Evan Chu’s power was shock, and more shock.
The immortal-beast powerhouses were also injured by the terrifying energy, and for a while, none dared approach the two combatants—instead, everyone waited anxiously, praying for a miracle.
Monarch Seraphine was the most shaken of all. She couldn’t fathom how this youth could possess such terrifying power—she’d never even heard of Frostbane Imperial Palace before. And the primordial aura he radiated was unmistakably a dragon’s; even as Phoenix royalty, she felt real bloodline suppression.
After an hour, Evan Chu’s wounds had stabilized and mostly healed—much faster than he’d expected. He’d burned through a lot of Chaos Immortal Force, but after swallowing a Jadeheart Lotus seed, he flashed over to the massive crater left by the Golden Dragon sovereign’s impact.
“Come out, Goldrake! I’m not done yet. Today I’ll show you my true power—don’t you dare hide like a turtle!” Evan Chu shouted loudly.
Marshal Goldrake’s face changed at Evan Chu’s words. He hadn’t expected his strongest attack to fail—he could only use the sixth change of Nine-Heaven Divine Dragon Metamorphosis at his current strength.
The seventh change was a last resort—if he forced it, it would severely damage his body and consume most of his dragon force. He’d only recovered a fraction of his injuries, and going out now would be suicide.
Despair and unwillingness welled up in his heart. Was it truly impossible for immortal beasts to defeat the Immortal Realm’s cultivators? Every Immortal-Beast War brought forth unmatched experts, but this time, the appearance of the Frostbane Lord had overturned all expectations.
But he couldn’t let the Dragon Clan’s dignity be tarnished. Even in defeat, even in death, he couldn’t become a laughingstock. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Marshal Goldrake soared up from the massive crater…