"Holy crap! Dragons!"
What the hell!
No way, am I seeing this right?!
The moment the twin dragons appeared, an unbelievably terrifying aura swept across heaven and earth.
The bystanders’ legs went weak—one after another, they gasped in shock and awe.
"Who the heck is that guy..."
Summer Mu stared at the figure standing atop the dragon heads—Evan Lin—and muttered to himself.
Others might not know much about Master Lin from Seacrest, but he’d seen him firsthand in a bar long ago. That was definitely Evan Lin!
But now, the youth blazing atop the two dragon heads—covered in flames—bore a resemblance to Evan Lin, yet if you looked closely, this Master Lin from Seacrest was even more handsome and striking, outshining most celebrities by far!
Summer Mu was puzzled, but didn’t dare say more at a time like this.
Evan stood with one foot on each dragon’s head as the water and fire dragons roared toward Morgan, jaws wide open to bite.
Morgan conjured wall after wall of snow in front of him, trying to block the rampaging twin dragons.
But against the dragons, those snow walls were like tissue paper—utterly useless.
The dragons’ jaws snapped wide, forcing Morgan to dodge again and again, each time barely escaping disaster.
"You wretched beasts!"
Morgan’s face twisted with rage. With a furious roar, he stopped retreating, stepped forward, and jabbed a finger out. In an instant, hundreds of surging waves of inner force appeared before him.
Wave after wave crashed into the dragons, booming and shaking the heavens and earth.
"Today, I’ll kill you right here—there’s no way I’ll let you live!"
Master Morgan’s expression shifted. He surged forward alone, palm raised to the sky, and instantly a long, ancient sword of pure inner force appeared in his hand.
He took several steps forward, treading atop the waves of force, soaring upward.
The water dragon shrieked, lunging at him with jaws wide.
The fire dragon whipped its tail, sweeping across at blinding speed.
Morgan refused to back down. His ancient sword slashed again and again, sending out bursts of sword light.
Wherever the sword light struck, it carved through the dragons’ bodies—within moments, the blade sliced the dragons apart, shattering them completely!
"Not bad."
Evan stepped on a dragon’s head and flipped backward to retreat.
Instantly, Morgan’s sword tip flashed—one sharp strike, and he beheaded the dragon!
Both the water and fire dragons—giant and mighty—were chopped into countless segments, and their heads were sliced off by Morgan’s sword, crashing to the ground!
Bang!
The water dragon dissolved into a cloud of mist, vanishing completely.
The fire dragon became a ball of flame, snuffed out by the falling snow.
"Master Morgan really lives up to his name!"
"Master Morgan—he just slew dragons!"
The spectators were so stunned by the scene that they could barely speak.
Today, they’d witnessed legendary dragons—and watched Morgan slay them!
A feat like this—most people wouldn’t see it once in a lifetime!
"You had dragons, I’ve got my sword. Now your dragons are gone, but I still have my sword—let’s see what you do next!"
Morgan kicked off the ground, charging through the wind and snow straight at Evan.
His sword danced in his grip, thrusting forward—the blade seemed sharp enough to slice the sky itself, whistling through the air.
"Beyond divine wind, all is immortal soil; between yin and yang, a clenched fist becomes a blade!"
Evan silently recited a mantra, then reached into the air and conjured a four-foot sword of pure qi to meet Master Morgan’s sword light.
Ting!
The two swords clashed, sending a sharp metallic ring echoing through heaven and earth.
Evan’s lips curled in a smirk. From start to finish, aside from briefly empowering his Soul-Locking Chain, he hadn’t used any other spiritual qi—making Morgan think he was unbeatable.
Otherwise, with those dragons just now, Morgan would’ve already been completely wiped out!
"Swordsmanship, is it?"
Evan laughed, "Come on, come on! So far, nobody’s lasted three moves against me—you’re the first. Rare chance, so I’ll play along!"
Evan’s excitement soared. The four-foot sword in his hand looked plain, but his sword style shifted from simple to fierce, becoming more unstoppable with every move.
The crowd below had just watched Morgan slay dragons and thought he’d finish Master Lin from Seacrest in no time. But now, with every clash, Master Lin’s sword grew wilder and more dominant, forcing Morgan to retreat again and again—he had no choice but to switch from attack to defense.
"Who taught you? Where did you learn your skills?"
Morgan grew more and more alarmed. Slaying the dragons had been nowhere near as effortless as it looked.
As his sword of inner force passed through the dragons’ bodies, every inch required double the effort. Chopping through their bodies and heads alone had drained nearly seventy percent of Morgan’s strength!
The energy cost was way beyond anything Morgan had imagined.
Morgan had assumed Evan was at his limit, but now, Master Lin from Seacrest looked possessed by a war god—his power never ran dry. Far from weakening, he only fought harder!
"You’re not qualified to ask where I learned."
"Pointing-to-Mystery Morgan? What a joke!"
"Get lost!"
Evan shouted coldly, spun around, and stabbed at Morgan’s chest. Morgan’s face changed as he blocked with his sword, but Evan’s sword tip unleashed an unstoppable force that shattered Morgan’s blade in an instant.
Boom!
Morgan was blasted backward by the sheer force, sent flying. The spectators’ hearts skipped a beat at the sight.
"Master Morgan just went flying!"
Someone shouted in shock.
Master Yan’s eyes glazed over, and Butcher Tu’s soft features froze in disbelief.
Faye Zheng’s eyes sparkled—she wished she could rush up to Master Lin from Seacrest right now.
The snow kept falling harder, cold wind howling.
Evan walked forward, looking at Morgan—white-haired, kneeling on one knee, hair disheveled—and said coolly, "Game’s over. If you’ve got no trump card left, then get ready to die."
"And don’t worry—I said I’d bury you, so I won’t leave your corpse out in the wild. You can tell me where you want to rest."
Vajra or Pointing-to-Mystery, whatever—you so-called experts are a real letdown.
Evan’s quiet words echoed in everyone’s ears; the martial artists below all wore bitter expressions.
Master Lin from Seacrest didn’t even seem human anymore.
Pointing-to-Mystery means nothing to him, and he treats Vajra like it’s nothing?
The crowd looked up at the young Master Lin, feeling like they were gazing at a mountain too high to reach.
Who else could say something like that? Only him.
"Do you know why I chose this place?"
Facing Evan, Morgan—pale and battered—suddenly spoke.
His eyes grew distant as he looked at Evan.
"Why?"
Evan frowned slightly. Suddenly, he saw Morgan slowly rise from the ground, his gaze shifting, lingering with a strange attachment as he looked off to the side.
Attachment...
Evan’s heart suddenly skipped—like he’d remembered something. He whipped his head around, following Morgan’s gaze to see what he was looking at.