God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 603

He lifted the knife and cleanly severed the branch.

The hibiscus fruit trembled once, emerald-golden light rippling across its uneven surface, before falling straight into Ethan’s palm. He did not hesitate in the slightest. With a flick of his wrist, the fruit was sealed inside the jade bottle, layers of restriction locking it away.

"The fifth one!"

Ethan put away the bottle and surged upward again, his body turning into a streak of golden light as he rushed toward the sixth hibiscus fruit hidden among the dense canopy.

"Hateful!"

Sylren’s eyes burned with fury. The sight of another hibiscus fruit disappearing made his teeth itch with rage.

If it weren’t for those damnable rules.

If it weren’t for the restrictions of the Hibiscus sacred tree.

How could the dignified Three-Legged Golden Crow clan ever be forced into such humiliation—watching a human pluck sacred fruits right under their noses?

Long ago, their ancestor had discovered Spiritual Valley and rested upon the Hibiscus Sacred Tree. A pact had been forged: the Three-Legged Golden Crow clan would guard the sacred tree and its fruits from generation to generation.

Unless a hibiscus fruit reached its time and fell naturally, they would never interfere.

Yet when that day came, most hibiscus fruits already possessed spiritual intelligence. The moment they touched the ground, they fled like living beings. Capturing them was almost impossible.

Sylren inhaled deeply, forcibly suppressing the boiling rage in his heart.

As long as they caught this man.

As long as they killed him.

All the hibiscus fruits would still belong to the Golden Crow clan.

Ahead, two Three-Legged Golden Crows tore through the sky, wings blazing, cutting off Ethan’s path. Behind him, Sylren closed in like a shadow.

Enemies in front.

Enemies behind.

"It seems the sixth hibiscus fruit won’t be as easy to take as expected."

The Moonflood Scythe appeared silently in Ethan’s hand, its crescent blade gleaming with cold, otherworldly light.

The moment he grasped it, a terrifying scythe intent erupted from his body. The invisible intent spread outward, layer by layer, unfolding into a suppressive domain that weighed down the surrounding space like a descending moon.

"Moon Void Slash!"

The scythe fell.

A vast arc of pale-blue light ripped through the sky, its edge humming with annihilating power. The scythe energy detonated midair, engulfing the two Golden Crows in a storm of cutting radiance.

Furious roars shook the canopy.

The two Three-Legged Golden Crows burst through the collapsing scythe light, feathers scorched, eyes blazing with killing intent. Their wings flapped violently as Golden Crow flames surged outward, condensing rapidly into two colossal flame spirits.

The flame spirits descended from the sky like twin suns, radiating power that made the air scream.

"Black Mist Hand!"

Ethan thrust out his palm.

A massive black circular sigil bloomed before him, lines of darkness rotating in reverse. Power spiraled inward, compressed to its limit, then erupted outward, forming a gigantic black palm that slammed toward the two flame spirits.

At that instant, Sylren vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Ethan.

"Bloodline Secret Technique — Sunset flame!"

Sylren raised his palm. Golden Crow red flames gathered above his head, demonic energy roaring as it compressed into a blazing fireball. The fireball expanded rapidly, radiating heat so intense that space itself distorted.

Like a falling sun, it crashed downward.

Boom!

The air screamed under the pressure, layers of sonic booms exploding outward as the blazing sphere descended.

Ethan’s hands moved in rapid seals. Original Power surged through his meridians, golden arcs crackling across his skin as the Emperor Star deep within his body trembled violently.

"Star-Reaching Hand!"

A five-pointed star sigil unfolded before him. The power of the stars poured into it, converging into a gigantic radiant palm that reached upward with overwhelming might.

"Ethan, you can’t stop it!"

Sylren roared as the fireball collided with the Star-Reaching Hand.

At the same instant, the Black Mist Hand collided with the two flame spirits.

Boom!

The flame spirits detonated, fire tearing through the sky as shockwaves rippled across Spiritual Valley. Leaves were shredded, medicinal fragrances scattered, and the Hibiscus Sacred Tree trembled violently.

The Star-Reaching Hand did not explode.

Instead, it closed around the blazing sun, fingers tightening with terrifying force. Cracks spread rapidly across the fireball’s surface, spiderwebbing through its core.

Seeing this, Ethan brought his palms together.

The fireball shattered.

The Star-Reaching Hand exploded at the same time.

And Ethan vanished.

Light bloomed violently—dazzling, blinding, like a planet detonating in midair. Terrifying energy waves swept across the valley, flattening foliage and forcing everyone to shield their eyes.

For a long moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

When the firelight finally faded, Sylren stared intently at the center of the explosion.

No body.

No blood.

No fragments.

Even demon lords would have been reduced to nothing under such power. A human—no matter how strong—should have been annihilated completely.

The terrifying fluctuations drew everyone’s attention.

Verelia burst into laughter.

"As a demon, you actually colluded with a human. How laughable! Look at him now—your helper doesn’t seem very reliable!"

Alina slashed forward, forcing Verelia back, yet her gaze flicked toward the fading flames, her brows knitting together unconsciously.

"Don’t bother looking," Verelia sneered.

"That kind of power struck the center. Even if he survived, he’d be crippled beyond fighting."

"Woman, your plan has failed!"

Above them, Veyr watched coldly.

"What terrifying power..."

Then he sneered.

"His Majesty sometimes makes mistakes. How could a mere human challenge three Three-Legged Golden Crows alone and live?"

Seeing Ethan swallowed by the energy storm, Veyr felt no disappointment—only satisfaction.

"A human so arrogant deserves such an end. No one will even collect his corpse."

The shockwaves gradually dispersed. Fire faded into drifting smoke.

Nearly everyone stared at the empty sky.

"Where is he?"

"Blown apart without leaving bones?"

Veyr’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"Ethan..." Alina frowned, her expression dark and uneasy.

Verelia laughed mockingly.

"The man you placed your hopes on is dead. Reduced to nothing. How pitiful."

Sylren stared hard at the center of the explosion.

Nothing.

No trace at all.

"Dead?" he wondered.

Then—his expression changed violently.

He looked up.

There, a golden lightning suddenly appeared. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The direction the golden lightning was going was exactly toward the hibiscus fruit!