Evan Chu’s figure flickered, instantly pulling back dozens of meters before drawing the Frostbane Sword from his storage ring. His vast Chaos Dragon Force surged rapidly, making the Frostbane Sword tremble as if sensing the immense power within its master.
Logan Shaw was shocked to see Evan moving so freely within his Double Domain. He couldn’t understand why his domain was useless against this kid—after all, even the Nether Monarch had been trapped for ages before breaking free, but Evan just brushed it off like it was nothing. It was almost freakish.
Maybe he really did need to use his clone to beat Evan, just like Evan said. Facing such a terrifying opponent, he had to go all out. With a thought, his only clone appeared—though it was still wounded, its eyes stayed locked on Evan.
Evan also noticed Logan’s clone. He was more interested in it than anyone else—after all, he possessed the heaven-defying Ninefold Goldbody Art, but was too weak to practice it yet. If he could understand clones better, it might help him master it in the future.
“Old man, that clone of yours looks pretty decent—seems to be at Fifth-Layer Venerable, huh? How’d you make it? Tell me, would you?” Evan grinned, not caring at all about Logan’s imminent attack.
“Want to know my clone’s secret? Easy—just die first, and you’ll figure it out!” Logan snarled, charging at Evan in a blur. His thin, cicada-wing sword flashed with dazzling light, sword-qi erupting into a several-meter-long greatsword. The air crackled, showing just how deadly that blade was.
Evan frowned slightly. Before his breakthrough, he wouldn’t have dared to take this attack head-on, but now he had the confidence to fight Logan on equal footing. He spun the Frostbane Sword, unleashing a devastating Star-Cleave and darted forward to meet the strike.
At that moment, Logan’s clone moved too. It also wielded a thin sword and launched the same technique at Evan from behind. Getting hit by both attacks would be fatal for most people—anyone else would run for their life. But Evan didn’t even bother to dodge.
As Evan unleashed Star-Cleave, a giant sword phantom over ten meters long appeared before him—now even longer than before, by two or three meters. Wind and thunder roared in the air, twisting the space itself; the force was even more terrifying than Logan’s attack.
Logan’s heart skipped a beat, his face turning pale. Evan’s sword strike was far stronger than he’d imagined—even if he managed to block it, he’d be badly injured. He just couldn’t fathom how this kid had such monstrous power.
Thousands of miles away, the Nether Monarch gazed at the sky and said to Kong Feifei, “Feifei, Frostbane’s power really is heaven-defying. In just two days, he seems like a whole new person. I’m sure Logan Shaw is dead meat this time.”
Kong Feifei didn’t understand, her face full of doubt. “Father, who’s Frostbane? What’s going on? Why are you fighting the Human King—and losing to him?”
“Frostbane is actually your beloved, Evan Chu. I fought him ten thousand years ago, but only with a clone that was limited to Seventh-Layer Saint Martial. Back then, Frostbane was also Seventh-Layer, and there was a human powerhouse called the Blood Emperor, also at the same level.
Both of us fought him together, but couldn’t win. In the end, he chose mutual destruction to end the battle. I never thought he’d survive—and come back even stronger. It’s just baffling.” The Nether Monarch said.
“Father, why do you want to kill him? Did he offend you, or does he have some treasure you covet? We Netherkin rarely leave our own territory—you know that.” Kong Feifei asked.
“That’s right. Back then, I was goaded by someone—never saw his face, but his power was even scarier than Frostbane’s now. I’m sure he could’ve killed me with a finger, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked me to do one thing: kill Frostbane.
He said Frostbane had a treasure called the Samsara Bracelet—a heaven-defying artifact that could turn back time and let someone return to the past. That’s why I got greedy for it.
I believe the Samsara Bracelet is real, because there’s a black bracelet on Frostbane’s wrist. You probably know better than I do—when he chose mutual destruction, he must’ve used its power, or he wouldn’t have survived.” said the Nether Monarch.
“Lin Feng really does have that bracelet. So did he come to the Netherworld to get revenge on you? Father, what should we do?” Kong Feifei’s face went pale at the thought.
“Maybe. But don’t worry—even if he kills me, I won’t blame him. I was in the wrong first. Right now, I’m more concerned about you. Seeing you together with him was my only worry, but now it’s gone. I trust he’s already claimed your body, right?
Who knew he really was a Pure Yang Constitution? That’s a surprise. I’m sure he’ll treat you well—don’t grieve over me.” said the Nether Monarch.
“No! I won’t let Lin Feng hurt you—never! Father, believe me, I’ll make sure of it!” Kong Feifei declared firmly. If Evan refused her demand, she was prepared to threaten him with her own death—that was her last resort.
Meanwhile, Evan and Logan’s sword-qi collided, unleashing a massive shockwave that spread for thousands of miles. The entire landscape was transformed in an instant.
If an earthquake is terrifying, the destruction from Evan and Logan’s clash was even worse—bottomless cracks everywhere, towering hills hundreds of meters high, and eruptions of magma. It was like the end of the world.
Even the two fighters in the sky were stunned by the sheer power. Evan and Logan’s clothes vanished in an instant, their bodies covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds. But if you looked closely, Evan’s injuries were actually shallower than Logan’s…