God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 682

Lucas and Old Man Xalor did the same. The auras of the four surged violently in an instant, climbing at a frightening rate.

Seeing this, Ethan merely smiled faintly. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.

"You are afraid."

His voice was calm and abrupt.

"But it is too late."

The quiet words fell into everyone’s ears like a final verdict.

Ethan formed a seal with one hand. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Three clones split from his body in a flash.

They rushed toward Old Man Xalor and the other two Ultimate Supremes.

Ethan himself stepped forward and appeared directly before Lucas.

"Pavilion Master Lucas. The Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell of your Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has long fallen into my hands. Without the blessing of that artifact, even if you burn your soul, you will not escape death tonight."

"Originally, I bore no grievance against your Pavilion."

"But you repeatedly targeted me, coveted my treasures, and now you launched a large-scale assault on Noble Sun City, slaughtering countless people."

"Tonight, I will send you to hell to reunite with your sister and Thousand Faces."

"Your blood will be used to honor the dead."

Ethan’s gaze turned ice-cold.

Pure Azure Flame burst forth in his palm.

The flame compressed rapidly and transformed into a blazing blade.

At the same time, identical blades condensed in the palms of the three clones. Though their colors differed, the killing power was no weaker.

Ethan appeared before Lucas in the blink of an eye and slashed down.

Lucas’ pupils contracted violently.

Too fast.

There was no time to prepare a killing technique.

He could only gather all his divine power into his palms and strike outward with full force, attempting to block.

The flame blade passed silently.

Lucas’ arm was severed without sound.

The blade continued forward toward his neck.

At that moment, Lucas felt no pain.

The terror of death and helpless despair had drowned all sensation.

"Ethan, spare me!"

Lucas shouted desperately.

Ethan’s expression did not change.

His movement did not slow.

"Do not worry. A little dizziness and fear are normal."

"Just close your eyes."

His tone was indifferent.

The blade of flame swept across Lucas’ neck.

At the same time, identical scenes unfolded around Old Man Xalor and the other two.

The three clones and Ethan moved in perfect synchronization.

Their arms cut through the air as one.

In the next breath, Ethan withdrew his hand.

The three clones turned into streams of light and merged back into his body.

The Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock dissipated.

Ethan stepped back calmly.

He glanced at Lucas and the others.

Their eyes were filled with hatred.

The light within them dimmed gradually.

Time seemed frozen.

A gust of wind swept across the battlefield.

Ethan’s hair drifted slightly.

Four heads separated from their bodies and fell from the sky.

The corpses were engulfed in flames, reduced to ashes, and scattered between heaven and earth.

All intruders from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets were annihilated.

Below, dozens from other forces remained alive.

When they witnessed this, their pupils shrank sharply.

Their hands gripping weapons trembled uncontrollably.

Their leaders were dead.

The last fragment of fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

"We are doomed. Run!"

The bald man at the front cursed under his breath.

Without hesitation, he waved his arm and fled with the remaining subordinates.

But how could the Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasures Pavilion allow them to escape?

"A bunch of spineless rats. Now you think of running?"

"Where do you think you can go?"

An elder of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion roared angrily and led a group in pursuit.

The Blood Tavern followed suit, chasing the fleeing remnants in all directions.

Ethan surveyed the battlefield.

The true enemies were gone.

The rest were merely scattered vermin.

The Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasures Pavilion had been suppressed and beaten for long enough.

Now that the tide had turned, their fury required an outlet.

Ethan’s mind stirred.

Three clones returned from afar as streaks of light and merged back into him.

Atlas Ashmount, Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.

Asher, Guardian of the Blood Tavern.

Talker Latham of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Blood Sword Supreme, master of the Blood Tavern.

Along with five Supremes ranging from Intermediate to Upper realms.

Eight figures.

They were the core combat force of Noble Sun City.

Through exquisite coordination and unyielding will, they had resisted until Ethan’s arrival.

"Ethan. In only a year, you have reached the Upper Supreme realm."

"Your combat power has surpassed mine completely."

"Even crushed me."

"What a terrifying future."

Talker Latham clasped his hands.

"I always knew Mr. Ethan was no ordinary existence. Yet I never imagined that in such a short time you would stand at a height beyond my reach."

"Such talent is rarely seen in a thousand years."

Atlas Ashmount sighed sincerely.

He felt profound gratitude for his earlier decision.

To stand with Ethan.

To become his ally.

Otherwise, this return would have spelled disaster for the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.

He had trusted his disciple’s judgment.

That trust had proven wise.

In a mere year, Ethan had reached this height.

Such cultivation speed made even Atlas feel the weight of the gap between people.

Given enough time, Ethan would undoubtedly step into the Emperor Realm and become a true giant of the continent.

By then, the Holy Land of Endless Mountains would also ascend to unprecedented heights.

His name would be engraved at the pinnacle of the Holy Land Monument.

A supreme honor.

"What a monster."

"In just one year you have reached the peak of Upper Supreme."

"Your combat power already exceeds mine."

"You can easily suppress several Ultimate Supremes."

"It is only a matter of time before you step into the Emperor Realm."

"With you, the Blood Tavern’s future is boundless."

Asher stepped forward and patted Ethan’s shoulder, his tone filled with pride.

"Recruiting Brother Ethan into the Blood Tavern is the most correct decision I have ever made."

Rain and Lana floated over quietly.

"Everyone flatters me too much."

Ethan’s expression remained calm.

"We are all on the same side."

"There is no need for such courtesy."