"Misty Rain—broken!"
"Drake Yu's Misty Rain Sword is broken!"
The crowd stared wide-eyed at the Misty Rain Sword, now snapped cleanly in two on the ground.
Compared to Zack Zhao, Drake Yu is way stronger.
He's a once-in-a-century genius of the Southriver Sword Sect!
But even so, the Misty Rain that Drake Yu wielded still got snapped under Evan Lin’s relentless attack!
"No way—how is this possible?!"
Drake Yu gripped the sword hilt, half a broken blade still attached, his palm dripping with blood.
He stared blankly at the half-blade of Misty Rain lying on the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, eyes bloodshot, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Yesterday, Evan Lin broke Zack Zhao’s Misty Rain Sword using a four-foot blade condensed from pure qi.
Today, Evan Lin broke the Misty Rain Sword in Drake Yu’s hand using pure physical strength!
Senior brother!
Colin Su and the others, all defeated by Evan Lin and lying nearby, changed expression at once. They stared at Drake Yu, frozen in shock, and called out together.
But Drake Yu seemed not to hear them at all. His face twisted in pain, and he suddenly dropped to his knees before Evan Lin.
Break your sword, and your sword heart shatters too? So-called genius, so-called heaven-chosen—how pathetically weak.
Evan Lin sheathed his sword, not bothering to spare Drake Yu another glance.
If not for relying purely on strength and sword technique, Evan Lin could have killed him outright long ago.
But now, Evan Lin had changed his mind.
Killing someone isn’t always the best solution. Rather than letting Drake Yu end it all so easily, it’s better to let him live on.
For a swordsman, the most important thing is a courageous, ever-advancing sword heart. Just now, Evan Lin shattered Drake Yu’s pride by defeating him at his strongest sword. From now on, Drake’s cultivation will likely never progress again.
Drake Yu will almost certainly fall into despair—Evan Lin will become the inner demon he can never overcome!
Mu Boyun, Mu Xuyan, and Mu Wenqu all turned pale as they watched the scene unfold.
At that moment, Evan Lin turned around and looked over at the Mu family members.
Now—who does this sword belong to?
Evan Lin’s tone was calm as water.
Colin Su and the others, fighting through the pain, stepped forward and helped Drake Yu up from the ground. Then they all left in embarrassment.
Even as they left, none of them dared to look at Evan Lin again.
This wasn’t even a contest between equals!
Mu Boyun didn’t speak. Watching Drake Yu and the others leave, his throat felt painfully dry.
I’m asking—who does it belong to?
Evan Lin raised an eyebrow, sword tip lifting slightly.
Mu Wenqu’s expression kept changing. Trembling, he stammered, “Don’t get too cocky!”
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, Evan Lin flicked his sword tip, sending out a burst of sword-qi that instantly shaved a layer off the top of Mu Wenqu’s head.
He’d styled his hair with care, but now, after that sword-qi, Mu Wenqu was left with a bald patch—like a Mediterranean. The shock of near death made him collapse to the ground, wetting himself, his body shaking uncontrollably.
This sword, this sword—the Mu family offers it with both hands!
Mu Boyun gritted his teeth, forced to lower his head.
“Offer it with both hands?” Evan Lin shook his head. “I already said this sword was mine from the start. If you don’t like it, you’ll just have to deal with it.”
Did you understand what I said?
Evan Lin’s gaze was ice-cold and intimidating.
No one in the crowd dared to breathe.
Who could have imagined that Master Lin from the remote Seacrest region would be this terrifying!
Drake Yu, famed and celebrated, didn’t even have room to breathe under his sword!
We… we understand.
Mu Boyun’s face twitched, and Mu Xuyan beside him was forced to lower his head and reply.
Louder—I can’t hear you.
Evan Lin sneered and shook his head.
We understand!
Mu Boyun felt utterly humiliated, but had no choice but to shout as Evan Lin demanded.
The crowd watched as the once lofty Mu family members bowed their heads and obeyed—none of it felt real.
Good—just do as you’re told.
Evan Lin’s words made Mu Boyun want to cough up blood.
Bella Xiao and the others stood in the crowd, watching Evan Lin, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Master Lin! Can you—can you save my father?
Melissa Mu, gathering her courage, stepped forward, eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Evan Lin.
She’d just witnessed Evan Lin crush the Southriver Sword Sect and the others—her emotions were running wild.
Even feeling immense pressure, she still stepped forward.
Evan Lin glanced at her and nodded. “Of course—I always keep my promises.”
With this sword in my hand, you just need to lead the way.
Hearing Evan Lin’s words, Melissa Mu’s face lit up. She wiped away her tears and led Evan Lin toward a separate courtyard at the back of the Mu estate.
Mu Boyun and the others stayed where they were. Only when Evan Lin and Melissa Mu had walked off did Mu Xuyan glance at Mu Wenqu, who’d wet his pants in fear, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration.
He also looked worriedly at Mu Boyun and whispered, “What now? It seems we’ve really offended that man.”
“So what if we have? Do you think the Southriver Sword Sect will let it go just because they didn’t get the ancient sword?” Mu Boyun sighed and waved his hand. “We’ll just have to take it one step at a time. Without the ancient sword, what do we have to offer the Southriver Sword Sect?”
Who would’ve thought that Drake Yu, so famous, would fail to live up to his reputation? Only the true experts of the Sword Sect might be able to deal with Master Lin.
Mu Xuyan fell silent—they had no way to compete with Master Lin from Seacrest.
Let’s all go.
Mu Boyun waved his hand, and Uncle Li, finally recovering from his shock, began ushering the crowd out of the Mu estate.
His mind kept replaying everything he’d just seen—the more he thought about it, the more terrified he felt.
Such a wild young man—who knows who his master is? If he’s this strong, then his teacher…
Just thinking about it made Uncle Li break out in a cold sweat, not daring to imagine further.
I’m sorry. It’s all because of my Mu family that you were wronged.
Melissa Mu led the way, head bowed, full of guilt.
If Evan Lin weren’t so powerful, he’d have died just now when Drake Yu and the others attacked.
Dealing with a bunch of small fry—no big deal." Evan Lin shook his head.
The Southriver Sword Sect is full of experts. What if they come looking for revenge?" Melissa Mu still looked worried.
Revenge?
Then I’ll cut them down—use their lives to hone my sword.
Evan Lin’s voice was cold and wild.