Evan Lin?
Upon hearing Evan Lin’s name again, Roderic Locke glanced at Jason Zheng, but failed to notice Liana Zheng’s eyes fixed on the entrance.
You’re saying this Evan Lin fellow is strong?
Roderic Locke spoke up.
Very strong, incredibly strong! And I’m absolutely sure he has what you want—the energy in those two old folks definitely comes from Evan Lin!
Jason Zheng quickly nodded. "But if he really shows up, Lord Locke, I hope you won’t be too impulsive."
Because Evan Lin—Master Lin from Seacrest—once defeated Pointing-to-Mystery Realm and Life-and-Death Mage experts. His strength is nearly impossible to define!
Jason Zheng wanted to say more.
Roderic Locke waved his hand, eyes narrowing as a strange red glow deepened within them. "I don’t care about your Pointing-to-Mystery or Life-and-Death Mage nonsense. Those mean nothing to me."
As a silver-grade powerhouse under the Western Dark Holy Court, my strength is just as far beyond your comprehension.
Silver-grade powerhouse.
Jason Zheng didn’t really understand what “silver-grade” meant, but seeing Roderic Locke’s certainty, he couldn’t help but feel reassured.
That Evan Lin even attacked me before! That kid’s just a piece of trash who shouldn’t even exist!
Jason Zheng hurriedly pleaded, "If you can, please help me get revenge!"
Helping you get revenge is just a side matter. If that guy doesn’t give me what I want, I’ll make sure he suffers.
Roderic Locke smiled, his pale face seeming even more sinister, and his fangs gleaming coldly.
He turned toward Old Master George Zheng and the others, his eyes filled with greed—their energy made his mouth water.
He was sure that if he could devour that energy, his power would grow tremendously.
No matter what tricks you used just now, now let me…
Just as Roderic Locke was about to step forward, a sense of danger struck again. He dodged several times, and the spot where he’d stood echoed with heavy thuds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dirt and stone flew everywhere.
Blasts of force and fists slammed into the spot—if Roderic Locke hadn’t moved fast enough, he’d have been struck.
An invisible enemy?
Roderic Locke scoffed, “No matter who you are, you think this will stop me?”
What a joke! Once I target my prey, there’s no way they escape my hands!
Besides, with your weak skills, you can’t even scratch me.
Now, right in front of your eyes, I’ll show you how I absorb these two!
The energy flowing in their bodies belongs to me!
As he finished, Roderic Locke’s red eyes blazed, his golden hair swayed in midair, and his fangs gleamed even sharper.
Just as his body was about to shoot forward—
He’s here!
Liana Zheng’s words reached his ears.
He?
Roderic Locke frowned, stopped in his tracks, and followed Liana Zheng’s gaze—only to see a young man standing in the doorway.
The youth walked across the courtyard’s gray stone tiles, his footsteps light and barely audible, moving calmly with delicate features.
He approached with his hands in his pockets, passing shattered walls without a hint of panic on his face.
As if all this was completely ordinary to him.
Who are you?
Roderic Locke sensed almost no energy from the boy, and when he looked at him, he thought this guy was pure garbage with zero power.
He didn’t even qualify to be bitten or drained for blood.
That’s the guy who attacked me just now!
Liana Zheng gritted her teeth, eyes blazing with hatred as she stared at Evan Lin. Her fists clenched—if she had the strength, she’d have rushed over and fought him herself.
Evan Lin!
Jason Zheng cried out in shock. When he saw Evan Lin, his body instinctively trembled.
An Easterner—so you’re the one called Evan Lin.
Roderic Locke turned to face Evan Lin, sizing him up, clearly puzzled. “But you… you look way too weak to me.”
With just one hand—no, I feel like a single finger would be enough to crush you.
So why does someone like you make them afraid?
Roderic Locke’s words were full of confusion.
When Jason Zheng mentioned Evan Lin’s name earlier, he tried to hide it, but Roderic Locke still sensed the fear in his voice.
Right now, as Roderic Locke looked at Evan Lin, he just saw an ordinary person—so powerless he didn’t even feel like attacking.
Because I’m strong enough.
Evan Lin looked at Roderic Locke, a bit curious.
This was Evan Lin’s first time seeing a Western powerhouse.
Though compared to Evan Lin, he was pathetically weak.
Strong enough?
Hearing Evan Lin’s answer, Roderic Locke burst out laughing. “You probably don’t even know what strength means.”
A guy like you isn’t even worth mentioning in front of me!
But before I finish you off, I need you to tell me—where does the energy in these two come from?
Roderic Locke pointed at Old Master George Zheng and Old Madam Mary Zheng.
The abundant energy in the two elders fascinated him.
From a pill.
Evan Lin flipped his palm, and suddenly a Nourishing Spirit Pill appeared in his hand.
As soon as the Nourishing Spirit Pill appeared, its fragrance filled the air. Roderic Locke’s eyes lit up, burning with desire.
Energy!
Such abundant energy!
His face was filled with excitement, and his gaze at the Nourishing Spirit Pill was burning hot.
Roderic Locke stepped forward to grab it, but in a flash, the pill vanished from Evan Lin’s palm.
Give it to me!
Roderic Locke suddenly looked up at Evan Lin. “Give me the energy, and I promise not to kill you today.”
Otherwise, I’ll drain every drop of blood from your body, one mouthful at a time!
Roderic Locke’s fangs curled upward, his gaze at Evan Lin even colder and more ruthless.
The energy in that tiny pill was far more abundant than what the two elders had!
It was pure energy!
Come and try.
Evan Lin nodded, stretched out a finger, and hooked it at Roderic Locke, inviting him to make a move.