Evan Chu watched as the girl strode toward him. With her Saint Martial Ninth Layer strength, he knew better than to provoke her carelessly. If he could avoid trouble, he would. Someone this powerful, lurking among the Ghost Clan, with a background completely unknown—if she turned out to be someone important in the Netherworld, he’d be in for a world of pain.
Even though he’d have to face Nether Monarch Ming sooner or later, now was definitely not the time. With his current strength, it’d be suicide.
Just as Evan was about to slip away, the girl appeared right in front of him, barely two meters away, her face twisted in anger as she snapped, “Thief! You still want to run? You really think you can escape in front of me?”
Evan glanced at the Netherkin girl and realized she was only wearing a thin single layer—probably rushed for time, she hadn’t even put on her outer robe. The fabric was stretched tight across her chest, the outline of two peaks clearly visible.
Seeing this shameless Ghost Clan guy staring straight at her chest, the Netherkin girl’s anger flared. She raised her palm and chopped at Evan, roaring, “You really deserve ten thousand deaths!”
Evan knew he’d completely pissed her off, but honestly, this half-concealed look was even more alluring than seeing her bare skin. It left so much to the imagination.
As she attacked, Evan didn’t dare get careless. He dodged swiftly to the side, skillfully evading the Netherkin girl’s strike.
“Hey, beautiful, even if you want to kill me, you should at least give me a proper reason, right? I’ve got no grudge with you—don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard?” Evan grinned, thinking that with his experience dealing with women, this kind of girl would soon be wrapped around his finger.
“Thief, you’ve got some nerve to talk! You know perfectly well what you saw. I didn’t expect you to be this strong, able to dodge my attack. Clearly you’re no nobody. If you’ve got guts, say your name—I’ll make sure you die knowing why,” the Netherkin girl spat.
“Heh, my name’s pretty unpleasant. Most people don’t bother with it. Of course, if you really want to hear it, I can’t stop you, but once I say it, I doubt you’ll use it anyway. So I think you’re better off not knowing—wouldn’t want to make things awkward,” Evan said with a smirk.
"Slick talker! Since you won't tell me, I won't bother forcing you. Just die!" the Netherkin girl snapped, and suddenly a black longsword appeared in her hand, its blade shimmering with a ghostly light.
"Wait, why are you so unreasonable? If you want my name, shouldn't you give yours first? That's basic courtesy—give an inch, take a mile. How do you not understand something so simple?" Evan shot back, ready to toy with her.
The Netherkin girl froze, stunned that this Ghost Clan brat dared talk back with such shameless flattery. He actually wanted to know her name? How could a lowly Ghost Clan even dream of that privilege?
"You talk too much. Just die!" she barked, swinging her longsword at Evan with the clear intent to cleave him in two.
"Hey, you dumb girl, you really think you can kill me? You think I'm scared?" Evan retorted angrily, slashing out with his Frostbane Sword.
Their sword-qi collided with a thunderous boom. Evan was blasted back three steps, while the Netherkin girl retreated two, instantly revealing the gap in their strength.
But Evan didn't care. He'd only used eighty percent of his strength in that strike—if he went all out, he might just fight her to a draw. For a Ninth-Layer Saint Martial powerhouse, that was already impressive.
Evan was unfazed, but the Netherkin girl was genuinely shocked. She hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary Ghost Clan youth to unleash such power—only a Saint Martial Seventh-Layer expert should be able to pull that off. Clearly, this boy was no pushover.
"So you do have some skill, little thief. But if that's all you've got, you're still dead. You have to pay for your actions—and now that you know my secret, I can't let you live." she threatened coldly.
"Hey, are you brain-damaged or just shameless? I was resting in this tree, and you started stripping right in front of me! Honestly, your figure's pretty damn impressive—best I've ever seen in a woman. Especially that one spot... I can't believe how lush it is..." Evan laughed, deliberately provoking her.
Her face twisted with rage at his words, and the killing intent pouring off her seemed to freeze the air itself—a sense of danger radiated from her every movement.
In a blur, she flickered forward, her sword spinning out a dazzling flower before unleashing a jet-black sword-mang that shot toward Evan faster than lightning.
The attack warped the very space around them, and dozens of trees within tens of meters snapped in half under the crushing force of her sword-qi. The sheer power was terrifying.
Evan’s heart skipped a beat. He knew she was unleashing a brutally domineering martial technique, driven mad by his taunts. Only his Heaven-Cleave could hope to block this strike.
He gripped his Frostbane Sword and slashed out with Heaven-Cleave, fusing the five elements and lightning. The power was monstrous—he figured even if it couldn’t seriously injure her, it could at least break through her attack.
But he’d underestimated her. A full-force strike from a Ninth-Layer Saint Martial expert wasn’t something he could simply counter. With a thunderous clash, his Heaven-Cleave collided with her jet-black sword-qi.
The massive energy shockwave blasted Evan dozens of meters away, shredding his clothes and leaving him sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for a long moment.
He wasn’t actually hurt, but his pride took a hit. So he just lay there, curious to see what the girl would do next.
Heaven-Cleave didn’t quite match her black sword-qi in raw power, but it wasn’t much weaker either. The girl was blasted back dozens of meters herself, and the lightning element left her numb for a good while before she recovered.
Seeing Evan motionless on the ground, the Netherkin girl was shocked yet again. When had the Ghost Clan produced such a formidable youth? From the look of him, he hadn’t even reached the Saint Martial Realm yet—unbelievable.
After calming the chaos in her body, she slowly walked toward Evan, wanting to see if this strange boy was really dead from her attack... (To be continued)