To bury Master Morgan!
The moment those four words rang out, everyone present felt their breath catch.
The sheer arrogance behind those words sent waves of shock rippling through countless hearts.
Lynn Chen's eyes widened as she stared at the crimson-haired boy before her, not sure whether to feel disappointed or secretly relieved.
Just now, she'd thought that person was Evan Lin.
Master Lin from Seacrest—Evan Lin!
If that were really the case, Lynn wouldn't even know how to face this situation or what to feel.
Master Lin from Seacrest!
With a status like that, Lynn felt she could never hope to exist in the same world as him.
Countless plum blossoms bloomed, their gentle fragrance drifting on the icy wind, scattering in all directions.
"Master Lin—that's really Master Lin from Seacrest!"
Faye Zheng's face flushed red, her eyes full of wonder as she gazed at Evan Lin's silhouette, her pupils sparkling.
"So what if he's Master Lin from Seacrest? We'll only know who's stronger when he actually fights Master Morgan!" Leo Li grumbled, clearly unhappy with how much attention Evan was getting.
Evan Lin clasped his hands behind his back, took a single step, and shot into the sky, landing steadily atop the mountain—right in front of Master Morgan.
"So you're the Master Lin from Seacrest who killed my disciple?" Master Morgan frowned, his gaze settling on Evan, lingering on those eyes that seemed to flow with molten lava.
"Your disciple was weak and tried to kill me—overestimating himself. If he's dead, so be it." Evan shook his head, then flicked his arm. Eighty-one invisible chains instantly condensed around him, forming the classic Soul-Locking Chain configuration.
Each chain writhed around Evan like a serpent, densely surrounding him. The chains swayed back and forth as if alive, all stretching taut on the ground and pointing straight at Master Morgan.
"Isn't that—Isn't that Huang Longji's signature move?!"
"How does Master Lin from Seacrest know Huang Longji's technique?!"
Down below the summit, the crowd felt the fierce energy surging from above. Seeing chain after chain of qi appear in the air, their faces filled with shock.
"Soul-Locking Chain..."
Master Morgan's eyes were deep as he looked hard at Evan. "This technique might work elsewhere, but against me, it's completely useless."
"I was the one who taught this move to Longji. Never thought you'd pick it up by watching. Still, let me give you some advice—if you have any real skills, you'd better use them now, or you'll die with regrets."
Master Morgan spoke with ironclad confidence, his entire demeanor exuding pride.
"If the Soul-Locking Chain can't do anything to you, let's see how you handle this!"
Evan let out a cold laugh as his spiritual qi roared to life. The surging energy poured from the spirit-gathering well of his dantian, passed through the Left-Hand Dragon, and turned crimson. Then, from his palm, a stream of scarlet qi flowed into each of the eighty-one Soul-Locking Chains.
In just one second, all eyes watched as the chains seemed to ignite, turning blood-red. Originally formless, the Soul-Locking Chains now looked solid, each one like a raging fire serpent.
"Since we're all here, let me see just how much strength the famous Master Morgan really has!"
Evan burst out laughing, grabbed the crimson chains with his right hand, and charged straight at Master Morgan.
In everyone's eyes, Master Lin from Seacrest was now wielding eighty-one vicious fire serpents. With a single step, he closed the distance—by the second step, he was already in front of Master Morgan!
"So fast!"
Someone below cried out in astonishment.
But even more eyes were glued to the blazing Soul-Locking Chains!
"Come on, come on, Master Morgan! Try the taste of these Crimson Fire Chains! Come on!"
With a wild roar, Evan smashed all eighty-one Crimson Fire Chains down at Master Morgan.
The raging flames and surging chains instantly swallowed Master Morgan's figure whole.
Evan's eyes blazed like molten lava, his blood-red pupils burning with fighting spirit.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The eighty-one Crimson Fire Chains struck Master Morgan with lightning speed.
"Such cheap tricks, and you dare act so arrogant?"
Master Morgan snorted coldly, clenched his fist, and in the blink of an eye unleashed hundreds of punches.
His punches were fierce, each one whistling through the air with explosive force. Countless surging streams of energy gathered at his knuckles, making his fists as hard as steel cables.
Punches and fire chains clashed mid-air, sending wild bursts of force that blew away the falling snow.
"Master Morgan is insanely strong—he's actually blocking all those fire chains with his bare fists!" someone exclaimed in awe.
"But Master Lin from Seacrest isn't weak either. Those fire chains he summoned look terrifyingly powerful. Even after all those punches, Master Morgan hasn't broken the energy bound to the chains. If it weren't for Master Morgan, probably no one in Seacrest could stand against him!"
Others looked up, their faces full of complicated emotions.
Ordinary people like Lynn Chen were even more bewildered, feeling like they were watching a sci-fi movie.
"Master, who's stronger now—Master Lin from Seacrest or Master Morgan?" Faye Zheng's heart pounded as she stared at the flame-wreathed Master Lin.
A prodigy like that—if only I could win his heart...
Beauty loves a hero—it's always been that way.
"Master Lin is on the offensive, Master Morgan is defending. Master Lin's fire chains look overwhelmingly strong, but they're still just streams of qi. Eventually, they'll be worn down and vanish."
"And Master Morgan hasn't moved a single step. He's been standing there, perfectly calm. If you ask me, in this first clash, Master Morgan wins outright."
Master Yan spoke calmly, analyzing the situation.
But despite his words, the amazement in his eyes was obvious.
How old is Master Lin from Seacrest, anyway?
He looks like he's only about eighteen!
Even if he dies here today, cut down by Master Morgan, it'll be a legendary event people will talk about for years!
"Heaven-favored genius!"
The sinister-looking old eunuch, Butcher Tu, stared up at the summit and uttered those words, full of admiration.
Summer Mu looked tense, clenching his fists as he watched. Sawyer Summer took a deep breath—even with all his cultivation, he had to work hard to calm his nerves.
"This time, it looks like Master Lin really might lose."
Someone sighed aloud.
Over on the summit, Evan's attacks were starting to slow, while Master Morgan kept unleashing punch after punch, never letting up.
"Wait, that's not right!"
Suddenly, someone noticed something off and cried out in shock.