Brandon Rowe, Blake Rowe.
When these two names fell on the ears of most people, they looked completely puzzled.
Whether inside or outside the hall, most people only know how terrifying the Rowe clan is. Beyond that, few have ever had a chance to actually interact with them.
Yet everyone noticed that Fourth Elder Rowe, who just moments ago looked so confident, suddenly widened his eyes at these words. His expression went from surprise to shock—and finally, a hint of fear crept into his gaze.
"Who the hell are you!"
Fourth Elder Rowe barked sharply.
All the hair on his body stood on end.
If this had happened earlier, Fourth Elder Rowe would have just scoffed if Evan Lin spoke like this.
But after Evan Lin blocked his fingertip with just one finger, Fourth Elder Rowe already felt something was off. Now, hearing Evan say this again, he couldn't help but believe it.
The boy standing before him was just too calm.
That calmness, if not from some outside force, could only come from his own extreme confidence.
Still, Fourth Elder Rowe found it hard to believe.
He stared at Evan Lin’s face, his skin twitching, eyes suddenly clouded and narrowed like a wolf ready to pounce.
"He’s that Master Lin from Seacrest!"
Before Evan Lin could reply, Logan Rowe blurted out, reaching forward and urgently explaining, "That’s him! Last time at Illustrious Gate Arena, he killed the fake Master Lin brought by Mason Shang—he’s the guy who calls himself Master Lin from Seacrest!"
Seacrest. Master Lin.
Hearing that name, the crowd—all guessing at Evan Lin’s identity—froze in unison.
In Beijing, the name Master Lin from Seacrest wasn’t exactly legendary yet, but after that big mess with the impostor, he’d built up a bit of fame.
Now, hearing this, plenty of people looked at Evan Lin with completely changed eyes.
Down below, those who’d gone to Illustrious Gate Arena and watched the fight in person all showed a hint of suspicion.
That night, the Master Lin from Seacrest everyone saw was a blazing-hot youth—but now, the boy standing here was calm as water, thin as ice, completely different from before.
But no one dared to ask anything or say a word right now.
"Seacrest?"
Fourth Elder Rowe paused—he had barely even heard of this place. He frowned, thinking hard. "Lin..."
"What’s your connection to the Orthodox Lin Clan?"
As soon as Fourth Elder Rowe thought of the possibility, he widened his eyes and shouted angrily.
"I don’t know anything about some Orthodox Lin Clan."
Evan Lin shook his head and stepped forward.
A moment ago, the boy’s presence was unremarkable—but as his foot landed, his aura erupted, rolling out like a mountain about to collapse and split the sky.
Wild vital energy howled around Evan Lin, making the entire villa building rumble; the walls shook as if they might collapse any second.
The crowd who’d been sitting in the hall, just waiting to watch the show, all turned pale and shot to their feet. No one cared about anything else—they just wanted out.
Watching drama is fun, but not worth your life.
They scrambled to escape, rushing out of the villa as fast as they could, terrified that if they were a second too slow, that visible, raging energy would tear them to pieces.
"Even if you’re from the Orthodox Lin Clan, you can’t just kill me!"
Fourth Elder Rowe’s eyes bulged as he roared, feeling death breathing down his neck—the killing intent was so strong, he could barely breathe!
Logan Rowe realized things were going south and didn’t hesitate for a second—he kicked off and shot toward the exit, trying to run for it.
Bang!
A muffled thud.
Logan Rowe hadn’t even made it out of the villa before he slammed into an invisible wall, bounced back, and went flying, blood pouring from his mouth and nose, teeth shattering—his face twisted with terror.
To everyone else, that wild, nearly solid energy blasted out from Evan Lin, completely sealing in Fourth Elder Rowe and the others.
From all four directions—east, west, south, and north—the energy kept squeezing inward.
After that single step, the boy didn’t move at all—but the raging energy kept gathering, even fiercer than before.
"Anyone I said must stay—can’t leave."
Evan Lin’s voice was indifferent, his gaze icy.
The wild energy whipped the black strands at his temples; the boy stood tall like a pine, right in the center of the hall.
All four villa walls were shredded by the energy, paint peeling and cracking, exposing the steel beams inside as they twisted and strained.
"That’s terrifying!"
"What kind of cultivation is this?!"
"This guy... this Master Lin from Seacrest... is he even human...?"
Outside the hall, the crowd cried out in shock, backing away again and again—even from a distance, just seeing that nearly solid energy made them gulp nervously.
Especially those who’d mocked Evan Lin at the start—they spun around and bolted, not daring to stay another second.
"You think this’ll actually stop me?!"
Fourth Elder Rowe’s face turned cold as he clenched his teeth. Behind his skinny frame, a human shape formed from vital energy.
His clothes ballooned out, gray-brown gusts of energy exploded around him—unlike Blake Rowe before, the figure behind Fourth Elder Rowe had a faintly visible face.
That frail-looking body now radiated overwhelming force. He charged forward, moving like a lightning sword, unstoppable and fierce.
His body slammed into the tightening wall of energy.
The two forces clashed, grinding together like layers of blades and spears. In that split second, Fourth Elder Rowe found a tiny gap in the energy and flashed through—suddenly right in front of Evan Lin.
"You deny you’re from the Orthodox Lin Clan, but you act so arrogant—then go die!"
Fourth Elder Rowe’s mind raced—he went straight for the kill.
He couldn’t confirm Evan Lin’s background, so he stopped asking. If someone came after him later, he’d just claim ignorance.
Fourth Elder Rowe’s withered hand, sharp as a blade, gathered all the energy from the figure behind him. His forearm bulged, the pale bones nearly breaking through his skin.
He thrust that hand forward, aiming straight for Evan Lin’s forehead.
In a flash—
It looked like that strike would pierce right through Evan Lin.
The energy sliced off a lock of black hair by Evan Lin’s ear.
Fourth Elder Rowe’s lips curled up—he thought victory was certain. But then he met the boy’s eyes.
No panic, no fear—just calmness, as serene as water.
Fourth Elder Rowe’s heart skipped a beat—something felt off.
But he couldn’t think about it now, and his attack didn’t hesitate for a second.
Except—
He’d thought he’d pierce Evan Lin’s skull in an instant.
But time seemed to freeze with his hand just an inch away.
To everyone else, the unflinching boy calmly extended a finger.
All the energy around them stopped in midair!