Evan Lin held only one sword in his hand.
Worldleaver—the ancient sword.
With Worldleaver missing from the Fourfold Sword Circle, the other three swords trembled slightly, their blades humming and cold light flashing.
Whenever Evan moved forward, the swords moved forward with him.
But as Evan willed it, the three swords dipped their heads and hung there in the air, hilts up, not moving a muscle.
To the crowd, Evan swaggered forward with his sword, hand behind his back, looking like he owned the place.
He strode openly toward the person who had just spoken.
You told me to kill you.
So I'll kill you. Right here, right now. You wanted it? You got it.
Not only will I kill you, I'll do it right here, in front of everyone—out of hundreds and thousands, you'll be the first to die!
"What are you planning to do? Are you really going to walk right up to me and kill me?"
The guy froze, then busted out laughing, "I've got the Rowe bros and a whole squad of Diamond Body and Profound Insight dudes backing me up!"
"Just now you were standing there, relying on some weird formation to win again and again. I never thought you'd get this arrogant!"
Come on! I'm right here—come on! Let's see if you've got the guts to take me down!
He kept shouting, all bark, no bite—just big talk and zero guts.
Rowe One and Rowe Two sneered, hands behind their backs, stepping aside to let him walk right into their trap.
Above the Rowe Patriarch's head, clouds swirled, but his gaze stayed coldly fixed on Evan. He had no intention of acting yet—instead, there was a hint of relaxation and satisfaction in his eyes.
For the Rowe house's reputation as an Old Martial House, it's not proper to gang up on a single opponent. We can only use a wheel battle, letting juniors wear you down one by one. But that means casualties—maybe a lot.
But for the Rowe clan's reputation, those casualties are necessary—it's part of the price.
But now, Master Lin from Seacrest, you've given up your biggest advantage—the formation—and are marching right into our crowd.
If you really dare to step in, all these Rowe clan disciples won't just stand by and watch. No more wheel battle.
Elder Rowe One roared, "He's just one guy, just one! Diamond Bodies! Pointing-to-Mystery! Are all our Rowe clan people just sitting around, eating shit?"
After all, there's a huge difference between actively swarming someone and defensively holding them off.
Just simple—swing the sword, drop a body. No fancy moves needed.
Rowe One sneered again and again. Behind him, Rowe clan disciples grinned like wolves, faces twisted and savage.
None of them had the guts to fight one-on-one, but they'd definitely swarm Master Lin from Seacrest if given the chance.
"Of course."
As Evan finished speaking, he stomped the ground, paused for a moment, and in the next instant, everyone stared wide-eyed.
"Where'd he go?!"
Lily Liang's heart clenched tight.
Master Daniel Ward's brows suddenly furrowed; Lucy Sun and Chloe Cheng couldn't help but cry out in shock.
Even Rowe One and Rowe Two, who were sneering, couldn't help their hearts skipping a beat.
The Rowe Patriarch, standing there, saw only a flash—Master Lin from Seacrest, who had been right in front of him, suddenly vanished from sight.
No!
He didn't just vanish.
It was more like he was blown away by the wind!
There wasn't a single shadow left in the air—he just disappeared without warning!
"Ah!"
A startled scream echoed in everyone's ears.
Everyone searching for Evan's shadow up ahead suddenly turned around—and saw him standing right in front of the guy who'd asked to be killed.
Worldleaver—the ancient sword in his hand—its blade stained with blood.
That guy's face was twisted in a feral sneer, frozen in the exact expression he wore a second before death, still taunting Evan.
He didn't even know how he died!
If you didn't look closely, you'd never notice—a wound thinner than a hair on his neck.
Through that wound, sword force entered and instantly pulverized his brain.
Life and death decided in a single moment.
All in the space of a single breath.
The one who screamed was his companion. He hadn't understood what happened—one moment Evan appeared, the next his friend was dead. Only then did he cry out in shock.
"When did he move?" Rowe One was shaken to his core.
"Was that just a residual image left behind?" Rowe Two realized the truth, his heart churning with shock.
Leaving a residual image in space takes incredible speed.
That kind of speed was already beyond Rowe Two's imagination!
Beside them, the Rowe Patriarch's heart burned with rage. His face darkened as he barked, "Kill him!"
As soon as he spoke, all the Rowe clan disciples around Evan snapped out of their shock.
"So what if you're fast! We've blocked your escape—you've got nowhere left to run!" someone roared, blocking Evan's path.
"You jumped into the tiger's den—be ready to die!" another rushed forward.
With a thunderous crash, the ground split wide open.
Hundreds and thousands of streams of force surged at once, shattering the grass and trees all around.
The nearest Pointing-to-Mystery expert and five Diamond Bodies attacked Evan together.
Their force shaped into swords and clubs, joining together to strike at Evan.
They attacked wildly, holding nothing back.
For a moment, Evan was completely surrounded.
No way out!
Lily Liang's heart was in her throat.
Lucy Sun and the others beside her were sweating bullets.
"Can he actually walk out of this alive? Dude just charged into a crowd solo—is he nuts or what?" Lucy Sun shook her head. She'd been kind of scared of Master Lin from Seacrest, but now? The guy was off his rocker.
But these were hundreds and thousands of Rowe clan disciples!
Master Daniel Ward stayed silent, standing calmly.
The next second—
But the earth-shattering roar everyone expected never came.
Everyone watched as Evan, surrounded, flicked his wrist—Worldleaver spun in his hand, blooming into a sword flower.
He barely radiated any force at all.
Worldleaver flashed by.
He struck five times in a row.
The five attackers, who'd rushed him so fiercely, fell from midair as if weightless.
Their faces still showed fierce fighting spirit—but their bodies were completely lifeless.
As for the wild streams of force around them, in front of Evan, they were utterly useless.
He killed five men, just like that—light as a feather, sword at their throats.
"Now, the Rowe clan's countdown begins."
Evan spoke slowly, stepping forward, sword flowers swirling in his hand, cold light flashing—one sword, one life, every cut at the throat, and not a mark on any corpse.
"Kill him!"
Elder Rowe One roared, "He's just one man, just one! Diamond Bodies! Pointing-to-Mystery! Are all our Rowe clan people useless?"
To everyone else, the youth moved forward—no flashy moves.
Just simple—swing the sword, kill.
He entered the storm of force as if it were empty space.