As Evan Lin finished speaking, he glanced at the elder and Lucy Bai.
Hearing Evan's words, the elder opened his mouth, his face shifting from green to pale, looking especially ugly.
He certainly didn’t have the guts to confront Evan Lin head-on.
If this were before, when someone mentioned Master Lin from Seacrest, the elder would barely give him a second thought.
But now, things are different.
Having witnessed Evan’s miraculous and mysterious techniques firsthand, the elder figured that even with decades more experience, he’d still struggle to take on the young man before him.
"You only dare act tough in front of us!"
"Let me tell you, this world isn’t about whoever has the biggest fists—reason doesn’t belong to the strong!"
The elder spoke up, his face full of anger.
"On that point, I agree."
To his surprise, Evan didn’t show the slightest sign of anger at his words.
"Reason isn’t something decided by who has the biggest fists. But if my fists weren’t big enough today, you wouldn’t even have the chance to stand in front of me and talk about reason."
Evan spoke in a casual tone: "So, if you don’t dare make a move, just shut up."
Hearing Evan’s words, the elder’s face became even uglier.
That’s just how reality is.
If Evan’s fists hadn’t been big enough just now, he’d have died at Victor Zhou’s hands today.
Evan wouldn’t even have the chance to stand here and speak.
The elder stayed silent. Evan glanced at Lucy Bai, his expression calm.
Then his gaze shifted to the massive bronze sarcophagus: "Hong Kong’s three grandmasters—two are already dealt with, only you remain."
"If you want to come out and test yourself, do it now. If not, that’s fine too."
Evan wasn’t trying to push too aggressively either.
He didn’t care much for these empty titles.
Besides, these so-called Hong Kong grandmasters might seem terrifying to outsiders.
But to Evan, they were just child’s play.
"Today, I’ll meet you—but not for some petty contest over who’s stronger right now."
The massive bronze sarcophagus towered between heaven and earth, huge and imposing.
From inside the bronze coffin, Phoenix Bai’s muffled voice slowly echoed out: "But before we meet, how should I address you?"
"Master Lin from Seacrest will do."
Evan replied calmly: "If you want to submit to me and be used by me in the future, you can call me Young Lord."
Hearing Evan’s words, Lucy Bai furrowed her brow, a hint of anger showing on her face.
Is the Ancestor finally coming out of seclusion?
"You want my master to call you Master Lin, and even want her to call you Young Lord?"
"Aren’t you thinking a bit too highly of yourself?"
Lucy Bai gritted her teeth.
Right now, looking at Evan, she really didn’t like him—didn’t like the calm and overbearing aura he was showing.
That arrogant, ‘eyes-above-all’ attitude only made Lucy Bai dislike him more the longer she looked.
"It’s all up to her. I have no intention of forcing your master."
Evan’s expression stayed calm: "Besides, not everyone is qualified to be taken under my command."
"If it were you, I’d probably have zero interest."
Hearing Evan speak so bluntly, Lucy Bai angrily stepped forward.
"Don’t be reckless, don’t!"
"You can’t beat him."
The elder, startled, quickly grabbed her to hold her back.
Evan shook his head, then looked at the massive bronze sarcophagus. "Three seconds to decide—coming out, or not?"
The moment Evan’s words fell—
The iron chains strapped across the bronze sarcophagus suddenly started moving.
Those massive, pitch-black chains, which had covered the whole sarcophagus, now seemed to come alive—slithering across the bronze surface like snakes.
The huge chains scraped against the bronze, sending out deep, metallic grinding sounds.
The mountain wind curled gently around them.
The chains didn’t move quickly, but—