At this moment, the middle-aged expert facing Evan Lin kept weaving seals with his fingers, channeling his artifact. The golden greatsword hovering in the sky blazed ever brighter, flooding the air with golden radiance. A sword-qi more than ten meters long kept stretching, turning the whole sky gold—then, with a terrifying whistling sound, the golden blade shot straight for Evan Lin.
The speed was insane—almost too fast to see! But as the golden greatsword hurtled toward him, Evan Lin’s body flickered sideways dozens of meters, dodging in a flash. At the same time, his Frostbane Sword hanging in midair erupted with a massive fire sword-qi, slamming straight into the golden blade. If you looked closely, that fiery sword-qi was actually a blazing red dragon phantom, roaring thunderously as it crashed into the golden sword.
Even Evan Lin couldn’t quite explain it. Fire dragon phantoms show up in all sorts of martial techniques, but the real reason was a mystery. Still, he was sure it had something to do with some kind of Dragon Clan legacy passed down to humans—after all, plenty of human cultivators worship the Dragon Clan, or at least hold them in deep reverence.
Boom! A thunderous crash exploded in midair. The energy blast instantly formed a black Glasswind that spread out in all directions, but didn’t touch the ground. Back in the Azure Tide Ruins, a storm like this would’ve flattened Coldriver City, but here in the Immortal Realm, nothing happened—the resilience of this place shocked Evan Lin.
Down below, everyone’s eyes bulged at the spectacle. Who the hell uses a weapon as an artifact and unleashes that kind of terrifying power? No one saw that coming. Right then, the middle-aged man coughed up mouthfuls of blood, nearly falling out of the sky.
The golden greatsword had actually been chopped into pieces by Evan Lin’s Frostbane Sword. When a life-bound artifact is destroyed, the backlash shatters the mind and soul—the guy was done for, even if Evan didn’t bother finishing him off. Unless someone had some ultra-rare miracle medicine to heal his nearly severed heart-meridians, he was dead meat. Even his Immortal Infant was hit hard.
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him and caught him mid-fall. "Elder Lewis, you’re pathetic! Beaten to a pulp by some brat, even your life-bound artifact trashed? Guess you really do live up to your reputation as an outer elder!"
The wounded elder tried to speak but couldn’t get a word out. Hearing those insults, he coughed blood again in rage. "Useless! With your heart-meridians and Immortal Infant ruined, even if you survive, the City Lord can’t use you anymore. Let me put you out of your misery!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the newcomer slammed his palm down on Elder Lewis’s head—brains splattered everywhere, dead on the spot. The whole thing happened so fast that even Evan Lin was startled, staring at the newcomer in shock.
From this newcomer’s aura, Evan Lin could sense he was at least mid-stage, maybe even late-stage Da Luo Golden Immortal. Anyone who can kill an outer elder like that must hold serious rank in the City Lord’s Mansion. The way he called himself ‘old man’ probably meant he practiced some kind of rejuvenation technique to look young.
An outer elder was basically the guy in charge of managing affairs outside the City Lord’s Mansion—pretty much like a sect elder. Evan Lin sized him up, and the guy was sizing Evan right back. But what really made Evan speechless was the dude’s crotch—still standing tall and proud. What, had this guy just come from some wild exercise or something?
"You little punk! Heaven’s road is wide open, but you barge straight into hell! You dare stir up trouble in Coldriver City and ruin my fun? Today, I’ll tear you apart!" the man snarled at Evan Lin.
"Old bastard, look at yourself—acting tough in front of your master? You really don’t know how to spell ‘death,’ do you? Show me what you’ve got, let me see if you’re half as fierce as you claim. Just don’t turn out to be another loser, or I’ll be disappointed!" Evan Lin shot back, calling himself ‘your master’ just to piss the guy off.
"No one’s ever dared talk to me like that! Boy, today I’ll make you suffer a thousand torments before you die!" the man roared, body flashing as he swung a palm straight at Evan Lin.
"Old fart, you’re not even qualified to kill your master!" Evan Lin spat back, instantly channeling his Chaos Immortal Force and throwing a full-powered punch. He wanted to see if he could seriously injure the guy.
In a blink, their fist and palm collided, unleashing a monstrous energy storm that swept outward, spawning countless hurricanes overhead and blasting through Coldriver City. The buildings held firm, but trees snapped in half and roof tiles whirled skyward in a blizzard—scary as hell.
And that was just a fraction of the energy hitting the ground. If the whole blast had landed, Coldriver City would’ve been wiped out in an instant. Both fighters were sent flying back dozens of meters by the recoil.
But Evan Lin didn’t get knocked back nearly as far. He just felt a faint ache in his fist, but it faded in seconds. The other guy, though, turned ashen-faced, sweat pouring down as agony twisted his features.
When their attacks collided, Evan Lin heard bones shattering—his punch had crushed the guy’s arm bones. Too bad he didn’t shatter the whole arm, which annoyed Evan a bit. Clearly, this guy’s defense was tough as nails.
After comparing himself to a late Da Luo Golden Immortal, Evan Lin had a clear sense of his own strength. Right now, he could probably kill a late Da Luo Golden Immortal in two moves, tops—assuming the opponent didn’t have some heaven-defying artifact.
The middle-aged man stared at Evan Lin in agony, so shocked he couldn’t even speak. His strongest attack was always his palm technique, not weapons, and his defensive arts were top-tier too—yet he’d still been wrecked like this. What the hell was Evan’s cultivation? Was he actually a Ninth-Heaven Arch-Immortal?
Evan Lin’s punch hadn’t just shattered the guy’s arm bones—it had wrecked his internal organs too. The destructive force of the five elemental and thunder energies was no joke. The man didn’t just feel pain in his arm; his whole body was numb, like he’d been struck by lightning, unable to move for a moment.
Meanwhile, back in the City Lord’s Mansion, a few people sensed something was wrong. The middle-aged expert had been gone a while and still hadn’t returned, which was odd. The red-robed elder in the grand hall said, "Let’s go see what’s up with Protector He. Why hasn’t he come back yet?"