With all these factors in mind, Evan Chu—whose odds of victory were never high to begin with—now found his headache growing even worse.
"Is there some other problem?"
Night Wuming, Liam Savage, and the others couldn’t make sense of it. The situation was obvious—there was no way they could win. The only rational choice was to avoid the enemy’s main force and play for time.
They should prepare for a long, drawn-out war—large-scale battles, not rushing to decide victory or defeat in one go. That’s the only truly rational way forward.
"Of course there’s another problem. But this one can’t be solved. Everyone, there’s no other road left. In this battle, not only do we have to face them head-on—we have to win in one strike. If we fail, we’ll be wiped out forever."
Evan Chu’s voice grew heavier as he spoke.
"What? That’s impossible!"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"The gap in strength is way too big!"
The Savage Brotherhood couldn’t understand it, and Nathan Yates, Lance Li, and the others all thought Evan Chu’s decision was sheer madness. How could Dragon‑Chen Hall possibly pull this off right now?
In other words, even if we win, Frostbane will remain our foundation as we keep growing. As you all know, the Three Thousand Dynasties are set—there’s no room for a new one.
Even if Frostbane is renamed Dragon‑Chen, it’s still Frostbane at heart—have you thought about that? So, if Mad‑Blade Li, Lord Jun Yang, and the four Hall Masters die because I ran away, even if we eventually win, what right do we have to take over Frostbane’s star‑region base?
As Frostbane rebels? If the Five Sacred Lands hear about it, they’ll never let us keep this prize. They’ll have thousands of ways to wipe us out in the name of helping the dynasty purge rebels, then take all Frostbane’s resources for themselves.
Evan Chu made his point clear: the four Hall Masters and Seven Thrones must not die!
Because before Frostbane’s upheaval, these people were the real backbone of the dynasty—they represented Frostbane’s original will in the Star‑River Dominion.
Only by keeping these people, overthrowing Holden Hong, and taking Frostbane’s base can Evan Chu truly succeed—otherwise, any so‑called victory is actually defeat.
So… there’s no choice. We have to fight head-on!
Then, Hall Master—how confident are you?
We don’t want to fight an unprepared battle. At the very least, we need some reassurance!
Several Flowing‑Light experts stood up. Unlike Lance Li or Nathan Yates, they weren’t about to risk their lives for Evan Chu without a good reason.
In the end, every alliance is about interests. They needed to be sure Evan Chu wasn’t leading them to their deaths—otherwise, even as defeated prisoners, they’d have to protect Flowing‑Light’s people and bow to Frostbane.
Night Wuming let out a long sigh. Did Flowing‑Light Dynasty have any way out now?
No, there was no way out. Ever since Evan Chu got the Star‑Seal Throne, their fate was sealed—even if they knelt before Holden Hong and begged to be slaves, he’d still slaughter them all without mercy.
As for Evan Chu, his odds were slim, but he was fair-minded—something Holden Hong couldn’t match.
Night Wuming understood, and so did Warren Wu. The two of them quickly spoke up to ease Evan Chu’s worries.
Hall Master Chu must have his own plan! We just need to give him our full support. I believe with Hall Master Chu, no matter how we fight, we’ll win in the end!
Because Hall Master Chu is a once-in-a-billion genius—a true prodigy. He’s so young, yet he’s survived endless dangers and setbacks, and still made it this far.
As for the rest, I trust Hall Master Chu will have the confidence and means to handle it!
Warren Wu’s words had a real effect—they calmed everyone down, and Night Wuming finally relaxed a bit.
Evan Chu understood what Night Wuming and Warren Wu meant, then turned his gaze to Liam Savage and the others.
In the end, aside from his own strength, Evan Chu’s greatest leverage came from Flowing‑Light Dynasty and Savage Brotherhood. As long as both sides truly supported him, he had a sliver of hope!
Earlier, Flowing‑Light’s morale had wavered, but Warren Wu and Night Wuming settled things. Now, what about the other side?
Even now, Evan Chu couldn’t help but wonder—what did Liam Savage really want from following him? Even with Lin Luoxian and Wan Qi Chen married, Evan couldn’t relax; after all, this was life or death.
Liam Savage might not be the sharpest, but after all these years, he wasn’t clueless. He quickly spoke up to declare his loyalty.
Hall Master Chu, don’t worry. We have no hidden agenda. We live and die as Dragon‑Chen’s men! Maybe my brothers don’t get why I follow you, but I swear—if I ever betray you, may heaven strike me down!
I, Liam Savage, will obey any order Hall Master Chu gives!
Liam Savage was a late-stage Saint Emperor, and his authority was unquestioned. With such a solemn vow, Evan Chu could finally relax.
With the great battle looming, there was no time for other worries. Evan Chu’s only thought now was to fight—and win.
Good! A head‑on fight—life or death, who knows. But with you all, I have a chance! So what if Frostbane has more experts? Are we just vegetables? They have their heritage, and I have my own tricks!
I promise again: we share blessings, we face hardships together! If we win, anything I have is yours—except my wife! If I hesitate for even a moment, may heaven strike me down!
Maybe Frostbane will get a new ruler, maybe we’ll all be dust—whatever happens, let’s fight!
The tension in the hall was palpable—everyone’s blood was boiling, and even the most hesitant were swept up in Evan Chu’s resolve.
For the first time, the council was united—whether they lived or died, their path was set: fight alongside Evan Chu.
The decision sent a shockwave through everyone present. Perhaps a new master of Frostbane would rise, or perhaps they would all be reduced to drifting ash in the star‑river.
But no matter the outcome, there was only one path left consistent with Evan Chu’s Dao—fight a head‑on battle, stake everything on this decisive clash with Holden Hong, and carve their future out of the jaws of defeat.
The council’s hot-blooded spirit surged, and across the Flowing‑Light star‑region, the drums of war began to thunder.
Dragon-Chen Hall’s banners unfurled, and the three main legions gathered their forces, ready to meet Frostbane’s Grand Army head-on.
Evan Chu stood at the heart of the war-dynasty’s command, his eyes shining with determination as he prepared to stake everything on this battle.
No matter the odds, no matter the cost, this was the moment to fight for Dragon-Chen’s future—and for Frostbane’s true legacy.
The decisive war was about to begin.
End of Chapter 1833.