The seventy-thousand-strong expeditionary force of the Dragon-Chen Legion was fully assembled, awaiting only Evan Chu's command to set out.
The seventy thousand troops marched forth in grand formation, stirring up a powerful wave of commotion throughout the Star-River Dominion. News of the Dragon-Chen Legion's campaign quickly spread to every major dynasty.
"Evan Chu, he’s finally making his move!"
Inside a grand hall of the Duskmire Dynasty, a red-robed elder spoke with bitter hatred in his eyes.
This person was none other than the master of the Sky-Mystic Hall, one of the three great halls—Human-Mystic, Earth-Mystic, and Sky-Mystic—of the Duskmire Dynasty. His hatred for Evan Chu ran bone-deep: if not for Evan Chu, Nathan Yates would never have rebelled, and his nephew, the Duskmire Throne, would not have died in battle!
Even in death, his nephew bore the shame of losing the entire Ink-Blood Legion, his lifetime’s honor and dignity destroyed in an instant.
For this reason, Mo Xuan’s hatred for Evan Chu and Nathan Yates was stronger than anyone else’s. He constantly plotted how to annihilate the Dragon-Chen Legion.
After all, half of the current Dragon-Chen Legion’s soldiers were rebel troops who had defected from his own Duskmire Dynasty.
"Where is the Red Lark Throne?"
"At your command!"
A woman stepped forward, clad in blood-red battle armor. Her devilish figure, enchanting smile, and exquisitely sculpted features made it hard to believe that such a peerless beauty was actually the Throne of Duskmire Dynasty’s true trump-card legion.
Her cultivation was at late Saint Venerable Realm, her power formidable—far surpassing most of her peers at the same level. That was why she had received special training and attention from the upper echelons of the Duskmire Dynasty.
"Hand your current star-region territories over to the other Thrones for temporary management. I want the entire Red Lark Legion to mobilize and follow me to slay that damned Evan Chu!"
"Yes, Hall Master."
Lydia Hong was inwardly startled—Mo Xuan was going to personally take action? If a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse joined the battle, this time the Dragon-Chen Legion might truly be... doomed.
Lydia Hong sighed quietly to herself, feeling regret. Yet she had no choice but to obey the Hall Master’s command, and began assembling all 130,000 soldiers of the Red Lark Legion as instructed.
Lydia was no stranger to the names Evan Chu and the Dragon-Chen Legion. For the past century, Mo Xuan had been gathering every possible scrap of information about the Dragon-Chen Legion, Evan Chu, and Nathan Yates.
Back when the Duskmire Throne was alive, he had always harbored ill intentions toward Lydia. If she hadn’t been so strong, he would have already... Lydia knew this well and had often wished she could cut him down herself. But with Mo Xuan, a Holy Emperor-level uncle, backing him, she didn’t dare.
She endured it for years, but when she suddenly heard that Marcus Inkblood had died in battle, she was overjoyed—she even felt grateful to whoever had killed him.
She had no complaints about fighting for her dynasty, but when it came to facing the Dragon-Chen Legion head-on, she felt deeply conflicted.
"With a million troops from five great legions gathered, can you survive this time? Don’t worry—if I happen to meet you, I’ll look after your other relatives as well. Consider it... repaying your kindness, even though you don’t even know I exist."
Meanwhile, the other four dynasties—Pearlstream, Extinction, Heavenmist, and Skycrest—began making their own moves.
The result? A million-strong army assembled and charged straight toward the direction of the Dragon-Chen Legion.
Pearlstream and Extinction went even further, each dispatching a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse to the front lines. In the history of the Star-River Dominion, this was absolutely unprecedented!
A million troops mobilized just to wipe out a seventy-thousand-strong legion—whose Throne was only at mid Saint Lord Realm.
Holy Emperor-level powerhouses aren’t common candy you can grab by the handful. How many Holy Emperors does a whole dynasty have? Yet this time, three have stepped forward just to destroy Evan Chu!
Evan Chu knew nothing of all this, leisurely leading his harem detachment onward.
Lance Li and Nathan Yates had already led their main forces toward their assigned objectives, while the Heavenwing and Lanridge Dynasties assembled eighty thousand soldiers, marching openly under the Dragon-Chen Legion’s banner through the Star-River Dominion.
Evan Chu was confident: if the Dragon-Chen Legion wanted to grow, it had to fight for its future. Relying only on Pearl-Mountain’s Starstones to gain strength was far too slow.
Or rather, that kind of progress would never meet Evan Chu’s expectations. This chaotic war among over a hundred dynasties was exactly the opportunity he’d been waiting for.
Either he’d soar to dominance over this star-region, or he’d fight until the last man and rise again from the ashes. But with Evan Chu’s confidence, he absolutely believed he’d be the former.
This time, Heavenwing and Lanridge were sending their Vanguard Legion and Unmatched Legion. The strongest fighters in these legions were just five Saint Venerables—most only at early Saint Venerable Realm, with just one at mid-stage.
Of course, they had no idea what they were really up against. If they knew a million-strong army and three Holy Emperors were coming, not even ten billion supreme Star Crystals could tempt them, let alone a mere hundred thousand low-grade Starstones.
Starstones are precious, sure—but what good are they if you’re not alive to spend them?
A massacre was looming ever closer. But who would be the hunter, and who the lamb waiting for slaughter? That remained to be seen.
"Lin Feng, just where are you taking us?"
Roxanne Lin, Yvonne Xuan, and the rest were completely baffled. Evan Chu had taken them out for half a month now, but there wasn’t even a hint of an impending war—if anything, it felt more like a sightseeing trip.
They traveled quickly, but every time they reached a big star-region, Evan would stop and spend lavishly, then discuss ‘child-making plans’ with his wives...
In the Star-River Dominion, aside from the large star-regions occupied by thirty thousand dynasties, there were some big regions in a free state, unclaimed by any power and open to all.
These large free star-regions had no star-mines or treasure troves—just all kinds of high-end trade connecting the entire Star-River Dominion.
Here, as long as you have Starstones, you’re the boss—battle armor, divine robes, miracle pills, fearsome weapons, even spirit beasts and beauties, everything is for sale.
Over the past half month, Evan Chu and his harem had shopped through three massive star-regions, spending Starstones beyond calculation. What frustrated the wives most was that most of it went to food and drink!
"Where to next? There’s a big star-region fifty thousand stars out, and I hear there’s a huge auction coming up. Shall we go check it out?"
"Hey, enough already! Did you bring us along just to play around? If we’d known, we’d have gone with Nathan Star instead!"
The wives all looked exasperated, nodding in agreement. Was this a battle or a vacation? Couldn’t he be serious for once?
Evan Chu just smiled. "Ah, women will always be women—only seeing the surface, never the deeper game. I’ll head back to the star-palace. Whoever serves me tonight gets to hear my real plan."
The wives blushed at his words. With so many sisters, it was hard to choose whom to favor. At first, they tried drawing lots, but Evan shamelessly rigged it so every lot pointed to him.
Now he was even more shameless—using such tricks to tempt them. But... they really did want to know his plan. So, as evening approached, all the beauties gathered in Evan Chu’s star-palace.
"Wahaha! My beloved wives truly spoil me. Come, let’s battle three hundred rounds first…"
With a wild howl, Evan Chu pounced straight into the fray…