Ultimately, this was the ironclad law of the Frostbane Dynasty colliding head-on with Evan Chu’s own view of what matters. It wasn’t a real contradiction—just a clash of values.
Evan Chu’s words were a wake-up call for the four Temple Masters. Suddenly, they had to ask themselves: Were they the ones in the wrong? But Evan Chu was Frostbane’s own—shouldn’t everything be for the dynasty’s benefit? If everyone only looks out for themselves, how can the dynasty ever grow strong?
But they couldn’t understand Evan Chu’s mindset at all. Strong? If I’m strong, that’s enough. If I’m strong, my legion is strong. If I’m weak, you’re all useless anyway.
From start to finish, Evan Chu had only one goal—charging straight for the summit of power. Dynasty interests, development? He never cared. In his eyes, everything was just a stepping stone for him to get stronger.
With their views worlds apart, talks between Evan Chu and the four Temple Masters collapsed. Outside the palace hall, a deafening dragon’s roar split the sky—Evan Chu’s Primordial Dragon true form soared above the clouds.
“The ‘Dragon’ in Dragon-Chen is me! No one else is worthy! Three days from now, come here and fight me. Don’t let me down.”
Standing before the entire Frostbane Dynasty, Evan Chu called himself ‘this seat’—no longer a mere subordinate, but a sovereign power!
The news swept through Frostbane like wildfire. Every soldier was fired up—the Eighth Legion was about to be born, and for its Throne, a mid-stage Saint Lord would challenge late-stage Saint Venerables!
Where did Evan Chu’s confidence come from? Who gave him the guts to take on Saint Venerables? Does he really think he can leap realms to fight them? Saint Venerables aren’t easy prey—he’s just a Saint Lord…
‘Throne, you seem awfully at ease.’
Nathan Yates sat at a stone table, flashing Evan Chu a smile.
Should I be nervous? Saint Venerables… are nothing special. At least within Frostbane, I can take them down.
Nathan Yates was stunned by Evan Chu’s words. The people of Frostbane had no clue about Evan’s ultimate trump card—the Big Dipper. Unless a Holy Emperor showed up, the moment Evan unleashed Star-Snatching Hand, even peak late-stage Saint Venerables would be defeated in a heartbeat.
What did that mean? It meant Evan Chu didn’t need to expose his deepest trump cards this fight—he could go toe-to-toe with peak Saint Venerables using only his regular moves!
If he’s this terrifying as a mid-stage Saint Lord, what happens when Evan Chu breaks through to Saint Venerable, Holy Emperor, or even higher?
Nathan Yates knew that day would come for Evan Chu—and it wouldn’t be long! Evan’s every miracle was about smashing through obstacles, turning every would-be enemy into a stepping stone: Sky Tiger Legion, Flowing-Light, Lanford… and soon, everyone else!
Evan Chu’s confidence was unshakable. All nine of his elemental law avatars had reached early Saint Lord, and with his main body, he could stand toe-to-toe with Saint Venerables.
And don’t forget—Lynton Chu, Evan’s second divine soul, had already hit early Saint Venerable. Add in his Chaos World domain, which crushed all others, and below peak Saint Venerable, Evan Chu truly dared to call himself invincible!
Three days later, the imperial capital’s arena was set. Evan Chu arrived right on time—and with the Heavenly-Dao Witnessing Oath in effect, nobody dared defy it.
Quentin Quan and Lance Li stood above the arena, hands behind their backs. This fight should’ve been easy for them—but with the Heavenly-Dao Witnessing Oath in play, neither dared let their guard down.
The higher your cultivation, the more you understand the terror of a Heavenly-Dao Witnessing Oath. That’s exactly why Evan Chu is so frightening…
‘You confident?’
Quentin Quan glanced at Lance Li, his voice heavy.
‘A little. Not much.’
Lance Li shook his head, then shot Quentin Quan a look. ‘This is your second time, isn’t it?’
‘That’s right. Last time, when I was late-stage Saint Venerable, Jun Yang beat me when he was only mid-stage. Now he’s an early Holy Emperor, and I… still haven’t broken through.’
Evan Chu is even scarier than Jun Yang—even though he’s only mid-stage Saint Lord.
We can’t afford to underestimate him… This is our last shot.
Quentin Quan and Lance Li traded a glance—no more words needed. They understood each other completely.
Once, they’d never have dreamed of treating a mid-stage Saint Lord—a supposed weakling—as a true rival. Now, even their own confidence was hard to summon.
A person’s reputation casts a long shadow.
When someone rises surrounded by miracles, what they bring is not just shock, but dread. The Ninefold Sacred Emperor was like that; Evan Chu is even more so now.
‘First match: Evan Chu defends the arena. Challenger: Lance Li!’
Trenton Zhan’s voice boomed out. On the arena, Lance Li stepped forward, his figure appearing in an instant.
The soldiers below erupted in cheers—experts like these only appear once in a thousand years.
To defend the arena meant Evan Chu was Dragon-Chen Legion’s chosen candidate. Lance Li, though, had the right to challenge for the Throne.
Victory is natural, but defeat means utter disgrace.
Evan Chu knew: defending the arena meant defending the name Dragon-Chen, the hopes of seventy thousand brothers, and his own unyielding obsession.
I, Evan Chu—no one can block my way!
‘Evan Chu, I’ve long admired your name.’ Lance Li said softly, eyes fixed on Evan.
Late-stage Saint Venerable? You still won’t be able to stop me.
‘I want to give it a shot.’
Better not. Being someone else’s stepping stone stings. You’ve got talent—if you join me, I’ll give you my word.
Evan Chu almost never makes promises, but the moment Lance Li appeared, Evan sensed the edge of a sword—hidden for years, waiting to break free and conquer the world!
Crushing a man like this would be a waste. If Evan could win him over, it’d be a dream come true.
How about we make a bet?
Evan Chu grinned.
A duel with a wager—now that’s interesting. So, what’s your bet?
You and me. I know I’m strong—and you’re no slouch either. If you lose, I want you as my chief commander, fighting by my side across the star domains. I’ll show you a bigger world.
And if I win?
No chance. Evan Chu shook his head, deadly serious—no mockery, no arrogance, just stating a fact.
If I win, then our roles swap.
Ha! You’re confident, but you’ll have to beat me first! Ever since my breakthrough, I haven’t had a real fight—give me a surprise!
Clang! The Desolate Dragon Saber flashed into Evan’s hand. Asura Tyrant Saber Art—Shatter the Firmament—unleashed!