Different from Gilbert, all the trendous montum bursting from Ethan arose from his own blood, forming a light red circular field that sealed off the overwhelming killing aura radiating from Gilbert.
"Look, it’s that person—so young?!" murmurs spread among the crowd.
"His aura is so fierce, yet why is there no spiritual energy fluctuating within him?"
"Probably a physical cultivator."
"The man chained beside the Sixth Prince must be above sixth-turn Mahayana in strength."
"This young cultivator rivaling him—what secret ancient force does he hail from?"
"No, fall back!"
As the whispers died, expressions shifted sharply—one after another, everyone withdrew their spiritual energy and retreated.
A potent killing intent, fused with the raw pressure of blood, had beco too formidable to bear.
No one wished to involve themselves further, hastening away to avoid injury from the battle.
The ruthless clash between Ethan and Gilbert had reached a fierce peak.
Shockwaves rippled outward incessantly, shaking the very foundations of Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
"This kid doesn’t appear to be in the Dharma Body Realm at all!" Gilbert gasped.
At that mont, Gilbert’s disdain toward Ethan vanished completely, replaced by deep solemnity.
He had poured nearly 80% of his strength into activating his murderous intent aura, yet he could not suppress Ethan.
An ordinary third-turn Mahayana cultivator should now be trembling on the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A flurry of sharp sounds echoed.
Books toppled from shelves behind the reception desk, shattered to pieces.
"Boy, you must be Ethan of Azure Origin Dao Sect, yes? Well done!"
"A physical cultivator no higher than Dharma Body who can hold against my murderous aura field is indeed a monster."
"But genius is easily broken. Cross , the Vernal Dawn Dynasty and that’s the end for you!"
Gilbert bared his teeth in a charming yet sinister grin.
"All this talk is pointless. If you want my life, co and take it."
"But I worry you have the will but lack the strength," Ethan retorted coldly.
He never feared empty threats.
"Haha, bold words, but I doubt you can land a single blow on this hand of mine."
Gilbert summoned a sphere of blood-red spiritual energy into his palm.
Suddenly, he vanished from sight with a blur so fast the crowd gasped.
Ethan’s expression sharpened with warning.
"Such speed—worthy of a ninth-turn Mahayana cultivator!"
He clasped his palms in a seal, silently invoking, "Emperor’s Seal Technique!"
Suddenly, a dull scolding echoed through the air.
"Stop!"
The command carried such imnse authority that no one could resist its pressure.
Though invisible, the force shattered Gilbert’s attack and pinned him motionless.
"So powerful—I can’t even move!"
"This must be the Supre Realm!"
"The incharge of Myriad Treasures Pavilion in Skyreach Territory?"
Gilbert gritted his teeth as unyielding pressure wrapped around him like a binding chain.
He found himself immobilized by the strength of a Supre Realm cultivator.
Inwardly, he shrank to the stature of an ant.
"This is?!" Ethan’s eyes widened in shock.
A re voice released a pressure so terrifying it made his body instinctively recoil.
"With this power... could they be a Supre Realm expert?" Ethan guessed silently.
Activating his Heaven-piercing Mind Eyes, a faint blue glow lit his eyes as he scanned the surroundings.
His vision pierced through the pavilion and beneath the ground, yet nothing stirred.
Then, as he searched upwards, a suffocating breath lingered above a room on the pavilion’s top floor.
A silent force, like a colossal dragon lurking in the abyss, entrenched in wait.
Ethan quickly withdrew the Heaven-piercing Mind Eyes.
If he had lingered, he feared being struck down by the opponent’s surging power.
Minor injuries matter little, but damage to spiritual consciousness would prove grievous.
"Huh... Supre Realm—it’s such dreadful power."
Ethan inhaled deeply, calming his swirling thoughts.
Yet despite this, a fire of excitent ignited within his heart.
"Is this the power of the Supre Realm? So desirable!"
A longing smile crept onto his face.
The overwhelming strength of his foes made him feel small—yet fueled that ever-rising bloodlust.
His purpose beca clearer now than ever.
"This kid—why wasn’t he suppressed by the incharge of Myriad Treasures Pavilion?" Gilbert’s gaze darkened.
"What’s happening?"
Bram’s expression tightened, startled by the sudden, pulsating pressure.
"Your Highness, do not act rashly," Mr. Willow cautioned.
"Even the pressure of a single voice could suppress Gilbert. This man must be a suprely powerful cultivator in the Supre Realm. I suspect he is the one inchrage of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion in Skyreach Territory."
"I didn’t expect him to be here."
"Acting now is ill advised," warned Mr. Willow.
"A Supre Realm powerhouse?!"
"How is Ethan safe while the incharge is present?" Bram’s brow furrowed in confusion.
"Ethan is too weak," Mr. Willow explained bluntly.
"Oh, I understand now," Bram coldly responded, folding his arms with newfound ease.
At this mont, a tall woman appeared.
Her heels clicked crisply on the floor as she strode forward.
Long black hair cascaded down her back, with a pale pink peach blossom set delicately between her brows.
Golden jade hairpins secured her locks, framing a noble, cold, and exquisitely handso face.
Like a frost-bound celestial fairy painted in motion, she radiated aloof refinent and royal dignity.
Her alabaster thighs peeked invitingly through the slits of her skirt and robes, sparking endless longing.
"Madam, this is Young Master Ethan," the maid who had departed earlier announced, presenting her to Ethan.
This woman was Lana, the Manager of Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
She was no re ornantal figure.
A true Mahayana powerhouse, her aura far surpassed even Gilbert’s.
Reaching the peerless peak of the ninth turn of the Mahayana realm.
Ethan’s face grew serious.
Such power justified Myriad Treasures Pavilion’s status as one of Skyreach Territory’s most prosperous cities.
He had already t three Mahayana experts above the eighth turn and now faced a Supre Realm powerhouse.
"Are you Ethan from the Blood Tavern?"
Lana’s icy gaze swept over Ethan.
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