"Nathan Yates! All these years, I treated you well, didn’t I?! Sure, I killed your brother by accident, but everyone saw it—it was just a slip! I even made you deputy commander of the Ink-Blood Legion! And this is how you thank me? You stab me in the back and rebel?!
I must've been blind all these years!
Marcus Inkblood tried to talk his way out, desperate to claw back the loyalty of the Ink-Blood Legion.
But the Ink-Blood Legion’s soldiers had been itching to rebel for ages. Before, they'd just grit their teeth and swallow it because of Inkblood's tyranny. Now, with Nathan Yates leading the charge, they finally saw hope—anything would be better than rotting under Inkblood’s boot.
Inkblood’s real cronies? Most were already wiped out by Evan in this battle, and just now, three more vice-commanders got blasted to bits by the Sky Tiger Legion’s suicide attack.
"Inkblood, cut the crap. Stop pretending! Right now, there’s only one way this ends—a duel! If you’ve got any guts, meet me out in the starry void. Let's settle this once and for all!
"Hahaha! Nathan Yates, do you even know how weak you are? Just some early Saint Venerable nobody, and you dare challenge me? Today, I'll show you—between early and mid Saint Venerable, there's a chasm you can't even dream of crossing!
*Boom!*
Fuming, Marcus Inkblood unleashed everything he had and charged Nathan Yates head-on. Nathan just sneered with pure disdain—Inkblood had some talent, but compared to Aaron Yates, he was dogshit!
His whole career? All thanks to his Temple Master uncle. Without that backing, he’d be nothing! Just thinking about his brother’s death, rage blazed inside Nathan Yates. He’d swallowed his anger for years, forced to hold back—he had the talent to break through, but Inkblood kept him down, scared to make a move.
He was terrified—if he lost, who knew what would happen to his sister-in-law and nephew...
But now, knowing Evan already got his sister-in-law and nephew out safe, Nathan finally made up his mind—he’d fight Marcus Inkblood to the death!
"Today, with my early Saint Venerable cultivation, I'm going to personally avenge my brother!"
*Boom!*
Marcus Inkblood and Nathan Yates clashed fiercely in the skies above, but their battle barely made a ripple in the chaos below.
Meanwhile, one of Nathan Yates's trusted commanders saw him leave and, following Nathan’s prior arrangements, barked out orders:
"Lord Yates orders—wipe out the last loyalists, now!"
"Yes, sir!"
Nearly seventy thousand suborned soldiers instantly turned on the remaining Ink-Blood Legion loyalists. The chaos here blew the three-legion alliance to pieces.
The Ink-Blood Legion was falling apart, and the Flowing-Light and Lanford Legions weren’t any better off. The earlier mass suicide attack by the Sky Tiger Legion had wrecked the rank-and-file—at least fifty thousand dead, easy.
Right then, before the top commanders could even react—still raging and charging at Evan, ready to throw down—they suddenly felt death breathing down their necks.
"Shit, what the hell is that?!"
"Those are... stars?!"
The Lanford and Flowing-Light commanders stared as more than two thousand points of starlight suddenly flared up in the clear sky, each radiating savage force and locking right onto them.
"Retreat now!"
"All legion units, fall back—move it!"
Flowing-Light and Lanford sensed the danger, but these stars were all under Evan’s control—where could they run? Evan pulled thirty thousand stars back into his Chaos World, grinning as the whole space filled with starlight.
Once he blew these two thousand meteors and stripped the Star Souls from thirty thousand more, maybe Evan could push Lynton Chu all the way to early Saint Venerable.
No, not just that—with the power of thirty thousand low-grade Star Crystals, Evan himself could break through to late Saint Lord!
Right then, watching tens of thousands of rebel Ink-Blood Legion soldiers, Evan had a crazy thought.
Maybe... being just a vanguard commander isn’t enough. If I help Frostbane Dynasty conquer a sixth star-region and lock down overlord status, doesn’t that make me... basically the Eighth Legion!
Just thinking about it fired Evan up—he’d be the youngest Throne in Frostbane, maybe in all three thousand dynasties! And he’d only be at late Saint Lord!
While Evan was dreaming big, his crew didn’t hold back. They blasted the enemy high command, while the packed rank-and-file were actually pretty safe.
*Boom boom boom!* Hundreds of meteors exploded—over ten thousand wiped out in the blasts. More than half the captains and vice-commanders got vaporized!
Of course Evan did it on purpose—against true Saint Venerables, he had no other cards to play. All he could do was throw meteors and pray they blew up the right people.
If all two thousand meteors went off and the Flowing-Light and Lanford Thrones and their deputies were still standing, Evan would be totally screwed.
With his current cultivation, he could trash a couple of weak Saint Venerables, no problem. But the stars refined by Flowing-Light and Lanford? Those were almost as terrifying as his Crimson Demon Star. If he had to face both at once—even with the Big Dipper—he’d probably get crushed, maybe straight-up killed!
So, while the two thousand meteors were going off, Evan had to wipe out the enemy’s top dogs. The lower-tier soldiers? Nathan’s rebels and Evan’s lady legion could handle them.
They were all beloved wives and beauties—Evan would never let them face the bloodiest slaughter. Letting them out for some air, a little practice, that was his limit.
The real bloodbath? That’s a man’s job. Unless Evan drops dead, his women will never have to charge the front lines. That’s his rule—his unbreakable bottom line as a man!
"Damn it! Someone’s controlling these exploding meteors. If we don’t take out the guy behind this, we’re dead!"
"If someone’s calling the shots, it’s gotta be him!"
Flowing-Light and Lanford were scrambling for their lives, already battered and bleeding. No joke—these were exploding stars! Each one hit like a late-stage Saint Lord blowing themselves up!
By now, the two were running on fumes. They weren’t about to just sit here and wait to die—they were ready to risk it all for one last shot at survival!
At first, loyal subordinates tried to shield them from the blasts, but the closer you got, the faster you died. The smart ones stayed far away—actually safer that way.
So, no more diehard loyalists threw themselves into the blasts. Everyone scattered, desperate not to get caught in the explosions.
"Oh? Finally figured it out, huh? What a couple of idiots."
Evan saw the two finally get it and charge his way, fury blazing. He curled his lip in a contemptuous smirk.
The final thousand stars—Evan had painstakingly chained them together, all to make these two really suffer! These last thousand would drop together and blow at once. When that hit...
A chill ran up Evan’s spine—even he was half-scared by what was coming.
Good thing this star-region was huge—these explosions wouldn’t do too much collateral damage. Not like that Blood-Demon Clan territory he’d visited before. That place was so cramped, thirty thousand stars blew the whole thing to hell...