Bang!
In the Zheng family’s main hall, Jason Zheng crashed heavily to the ground, his face bruised and battered, unable to fight back at all. The Zheng family members watching turned pale and sighed inwardly at the scene.
“So this is your Zheng family’s so-called Vajra expert?” Flynn Keene laughed loudly. “Pathetically weak!”
He lifted a foot and kicked Jason Zheng toward the main hall doors. Under everyone’s gaze, Jason flew straight out, rolled several times on the floor, and finally came to a stop—right at the feet of a young man.
“Evan! Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to leave for Minghai?”
Seeing Evan Lin appear outside the door, Joy Zheng shot up in alarm, her face full of worry.
As soon as Joy Zheng finished speaking, every gaze in the hall locked onto Evan Lin.
“You actually dared to come back?” Victor Zhu clicked his tongue in surprise.
“Wow, you really think your fighting skills are that impressive, so you can do whatever you want?” Rowan Zhu sneered. “Too bad there’s always someone better out there. Your arrogance will only get you killed!”
Yvonne Zhu looked at Evan Lin, her expression complicated. She glanced at Luke Gu, but saw that his face was grave.
Old Master Zhu glanced at Evan Lin, his eyes full of amusement.
Rowan Zhu snorted, completely unapologetic. "Not bad, you’ve got guts. I thought you packed up and left Oceanport last night, but you actually dared to show up today. Guess you really are a fearless rookie!"
His tone was icy as he added, "And let me warn you—don’t even think about making a move on the Zhu family. Today, we’re just here to watch. No matter how much Yvonne Zhu favors you, our Zhu family won’t get involved, and Master Luke definitely won’t lift a finger for you!"
He thought Evan Lin was trying to use Yvonne Zhu’s affection to force the Zhu family’s hand. The idea made Rowan Zhu inwardly sneer.
"Kid, we still haven’t settled our score from Phoenix Mountain!" Keene No. 2 saw Evan Lin and gnashed his teeth, itching to tear him apart on the spot.
"So you’re that bastard!" Henry Keene glared, eyes blazing with fury as if a sea of fire was raging inside him.
The Keene patriarch looked Evan Lin up and down. "Skinny, but with some training, you’d make a decent slave."
Beside him, Raymond Cold leaned on his cane and let out a few chilling laughs.
Leon Zheng saw Evan appear and glanced at Autumn Zheng, who could only force a bitter smile. Hans Zheng, on the other hand, kept watching Evan, noticing his calm and collected demeanor despite the tense atmosphere in the hall. Hans nodded slightly, clearly approving.
"I came back today to see my mom."
Evan Lin stepped over Jason Zheng’s body and entered the hall, his voice indifferent: "I don’t care about the feud between the Keene and Zheng families. But anyone who tries to touch my mom—"
"—must die."
Evan spoke calmly, his tone utterly composed.
As he finished speaking, he was already standing beside Joy Zheng. Three Maiden Spirits appeared around her, and upon seeing Evan, the spirits affectionately circled him.
"Hmm?"
Raymond Cold seemed to sense something and let out a quiet, intrigued sound, glancing over at Evan.
But Daoist Master Luke, sitting beside Old Master Zheng, appeared completely oblivious, still lounging in his armchair, relaxed and carefree.
"Touch her, and you die? What a bold claim!"
Flynn Keene’s face darkened as he let out a cold snort.
"Fine, fine, fine!"
Old Madam Grace Zheng was visibly moved when she heard this. "My grandson really is amazing! Who else would dare say something like that?"
"Good boy, don’t worry. Today, anyone who wants to harm you and your mother will have to get past this old lady first!"
Her face was full of emotion, and her gaze at Evan Lin brimmed with affection.
Old Master Zheng, though his face was stern, secretly approved of Evan’s words and actions.
Old Master Zhu, however, wasn’t impressed. He shook his head inwardly, thinking Evan Lin was just another reckless youth who didn’t know how to read the situation.
At a time like this, to still speak so boldly—did he really think a few words could scare off the Keenes?
"He actually thinks he’s Master Lin from Seacrest?"
Old Master Zhu sneered inwardly.
"He doesn’t have the fate of Master Lin, but he sure caught Master Lin’s illness."
Rowan Zhu looked utterly disdainful. If it weren’t for all the people present and his own status, he’d have already spoken up to mock Evan.
Faye Zheng looked at Evan Lin’s calm face, her emotions tangled with resentment and something she couldn’t quite name.
"If only Master Lin from Seacrest were here to say those words—how great would that be."
"Too bad you share his surname, but you’ll never be him. Saying things like that here just makes you a laughingstock."
Faye Zheng sighed softly at the thought.
Her gaze at Evan Lin grew more pitying, as if she were watching a fish stranded on the shore, struggling for its last breaths.
"Master Ben, I’ll leave it to you."
Old Master Zheng spoke slowly. Behind him, Ben Moran nodded and stepped forward to face Flynn Keene. "Let me test your Vajra skills."
Ben Moran was originally a first-grade Vajra, but had suffered serious injuries earlier, leaving his strength greatly diminished. He’d spent years recuperating at the Zheng estate.
He had been brought in specifically to deal with Raymond Cold, but since Cold was rumored to be a Yin-Yang-Realm master, Ben—injured as he was—would be at a disadvantage.
That’s why Old Master Zheng had invited Daoist Master Luke as well.
"All right! Let me see what you’ve got!"
Flynn Keene shouted, his body surging with force. He stomped the floor, shattering it, then charged straight at Ben Moran.
The wild energy made Faye Zheng and Yvonne Zhu both gasp inwardly.
But Ben Moran simply stepped forward, instantly appearing before Flynn Keene. With a casual wave of his hand, a gigantic palm of inner force formed in the air, slamming into Flynn and sending him flying across the hall.
"No wonder he’s a first-grade Vajra. Even weakened, he’s terrifying."
Raymond Cold let out a sinister laugh as Flynn Keene was sent flying. Though injured, he wasn’t fatally hurt.
"Next up is you. Come on, let me see what a Yin-Yang-Realm master can do."
Ben Moran locked his gaze on Raymond Cold. If he could defeat him, today’s crisis would be resolved.
But Raymond Cold had been in the Yin-Yang Realm for years, far beyond the likes of Master Baiyun, who had only just broken through.
"Don’t be so hasty. Your opponent isn’t me."
Raymond Cold chuckled. As soon as he finished speaking, a cheerful voice rang out from outside the door.
"That’s right, your real opponent should be me."
"Beat me first, and then you can fight my master!"
As the newcomer entered, every Zheng family member turned pale; Faye Zheng’s face went completely white.
Only Evan Lin watched coldly from beside Joy Zheng, quietly observing the unfolding drama.