News that the Starry Void Sigil has been claimed, with the winner being Evan Chu of the Dragon-Chen Legion, spread rapidly throughout the Yellow-Blade Star-Region, reaching the ears of every power—including many who hadn’t even attended the auction but were plotting in the shadows.
A treasure like the Starry Void Sigil attracts far more than just the three apex clans and four great dynasties you see on the surface—countless hidden experts are lurking behind the scenes, all hungry for it.
Honestly, plenty of people weren’t familiar with the Dragon-Chen Legion before this—Star-River Dominion is just too vast. Sure, Dragon-Chen has fought in a ton of star-regions and made a huge name for itself by going toe-to-toe with the five dynasties, but in the farther reaches, they were still nobodies.
But this time, thanks to the hype around the Starry Void Sigil, there’s barely anyone left in this star-region who hasn’t heard the name Evan Chu of the Dragon-Chen Legion.
Still, even more eye-catching than the name 'Dragon-Chen Legion Throne' is the fact that Evan Chu himself is only mid Saint Lord Realm.
A lot of folks, not knowing the real story, actually thought Frostbane Dynasty must be desperate—why else would they appoint a 'mid Saint Lord ant' as the Throne of such a powerful legion?
The faster the news spread, the more it played right into Evan Chu’s hands. He knew the moment he walked out onto the street, he’d be targeted by countless experts—and just relying on Nathan Yates and Lance Li would never be enough to keep him safe.
Evan had already anticipated this, so when Desmond Mansfield approached him for an alliance, he agreed immediately without hesitation.
"Lance, Nathan, the operation’s already started. Even though I’ll be the one to make the first move, you two can’t afford to let your guard down. The Mansfield Family might fully cooperate, or they might throw a wrench in the works—there’s no predicting the future.
So, no matter what we do, we keep control in our own hands."
"Throne, are you worried about Desmond Mansfield? Afraid he has some hidden agenda? Then why cooperate with him at all?"
Nathan Yates caught the hidden meaning in Evan Chu’s words and couldn’t help feeling confused.
"Not at all. It’s not Desmond I don’t trust—it’s those stubborn old conservatives in his family. Desmond’s got the guts to work with a 'mid Saint Lord ant' like me, but do those old-timers really believe Evan Chu is qualified?
So we stay cautious. Desmond can be trusted—but he’s the only one you can trust! Got it?"
"Understood!"
Evan Chu nodded, then used a thought transmission to block out any chance of outsiders eavesdropping.
"Now, I want you to mobilize all Dragon-Chen Legion main forces—sixty thousand elites. Each of you will command thirty thousand: one group shadows the Mansfield Family, the other goes underground and lies in wait, ready to move at a moment’s notice.
Also, send word to Skystar—have him rush to Frostbane Dynasty and ask my brother Jun Yang for help. Remember, only Jun Yang! Not a word to anyone else!"
"Yes, Throne!"
Evan Chu’s tone was deadly serious. Nathan Yates and Lance Li understood how critical this was and didn’t dare slack off—Nathan would lead thirty thousand troops to shadow the Mansfield Family, while Lance stayed behind with the rest, ready to move at any time.
On Evan Chu’s side, Lance Li and Nathan Yates had already left. Now, Evan stood alone on the bustling streets of Yellow-Blade Star City, right in the center of a small plaza. He swept his gaze around, not moving, not leaving—just calmly standing there.
"This time, I might’ve gone too far."
Watching Nathan Yates and Lance Li walk away, Evan Chu gave a wry, lonely smile. He hadn’t told them the whole truth—what he’d just discovered about the situation was way worse than he’d originally thought!
He’d sent Nathan and Lance away because he was worried that if something happened to him, at least those two—and the whole Dragon-Chen Legion—wouldn’t get dragged down with him.
So, no matter how tough things got, he was ready to face it alone.
"Evan Chu, Throne Chu—I’ve heard a lot about you."
Evan hadn’t even finished sorting out his thoughts when a voice rang out beside him, freezing his wry smile. He looked over at the newcomer, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"You know me?"
"No, I didn’t before. But now I do."
The newcomer smiled easily, his words radiating powerful confidence. Evan Chu stared at him, speechless.
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Haha, what else could it be—the Starry Void Sigil, of course! Such a priceless treasure, wasted on a mid Saint Lord ant like you. It’s an insult to the heavens.
Hand it over now and I’ll even toss you two starstones as compensation. Otherwise, when I kill you, you won’t get a single one."
Evan Chu sized up the guy—plain clothes, nothing distinctive. The sort of face you’d lose in a crowd.
"I figured someone would come to kill me for loot, but I didn’t expect the first one to show up so soon—and even less that it’d be a loser like you.
Ha! If having the Starry Void Sigil is a waste on me, what would it be on you? Just go. You’re not even qualified to be part of this fight."
Evan waved him off. The guy was a Saint Sovereign, but his aura was weak—barely stronger than the old Blood Demon Ancestor. Back when Evan was at peak Saint Lord, he could’ve taken out this kind of trash easily.
But the guy clearly didn’t know his own limits. “Hmph! You dare look down on me? I’ve cultivated for countless years and finally broken through to mid Saint Sovereign. And you dare mock me? Watch me kill you and show you the power of a true Sovereign!”
Evan Chu was speechless—weak cultivation was one thing, but this guy was clueless, too. Did he really not get what kind of monsters were after the Starry Void Sigil? If this guy had a shot, Evan wouldn’t be so worried.
Honestly, Evan almost wished this guy was his biggest enemy. But sadly, this kind of cannon fodder didn’t even qualify as a stepping stone—he couldn’t muster any interest at all.
Roar—
A dragon’s cry split the air as the Ancient Dragonblade materialized in Evan Chu’s right hand. A dazzling rainbow of light burst forth, star power crashing down. No spatial domain, no fancy tricks—just half-strength from his Asura Overlord Slash. With a single blow, the so-called mid Saint Sovereign was reduced to dust.
"Being stupid isn’t a crime—but not knowing your own limits is."
Evan shook his head, but before he could sheath his blade, three terrifying auras erupted where the first man had died.
"Hmm, well said. Not knowing your own limits is the biggest mistake. So, Evan Chu, Throne Chu—do you think you’ve made a mistake yourself?"
Evan Chu stared at the three newcomers, heart pounding. These were the real deal—true Saint Emperor powerhouses, nothing like that previous nobody. If he guessed right, these three were Mo Xuan and his fellow Saint Emperors!