At the sa ti, Ethan activated the Celestial Jade Physique Scripture.
Golden steam surged violently around him—so dense it looked like molten tal, almost fully condensed into physical substance.
The next heartbeat—
He moved.
BOOM!
His figure erupted forward like a cannonball, chasing after the spinning Moonflood Scythe. His speed tore open the air as he shot straight at the two Supre powerhouses.
The spectators gasped, stunned.
No Nirvana cultivator should move like that.
No Nirvana cultivator should fight two Supres head-on.
But Ethan had never followed common sense.
During his charge, the Original Pill in his dantian trembled wildly. Torrents of golden energy surged like a raging tide, flooding into his limbs, bones, and organs.
The Celestial Jade Physique Scripture erupted to full capacity.
Golden steam wrapped around his body, thick like paint, heavy like magma.
He was a star burning gold.
"The fist intent transforms the world—open."
Ethan muttered silently.
In the next instant—
_BOOM!!!_
The World of Fist Intent instantly unfolded.
The space around Galen and Victor warped violently, as though swallowed by an unseen maw.
Then everything turned—SCORCHING. FLAMING. MOLTEN.
The two Supre experts suddenly found themselves standing in Ethan’s world—a magma hell, deep beneath the earth.
Rivers of magma churned around them. Fla pillars erupted like volcanic geysers. The humidity, pressure, and heat were enough to lt steel.
The magma here wasn’t ordinary fla.
It was created from the Azure Fla and the Profound Purifying Fla, both compressed to their peak.
The temperature soared endlessly.
Even Supres like Galen and Victor were forced to expand their spiritual energy barriers to protect their flesh.
"This is... World of Intent!"
Galen gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching.
Ethan’s display of talent made him feel suffocated.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t human. This was monstrosity.
"He has mastered multiple intent worlds... and all of them can transform the world..."
Victor Ashenvale waved his hand, dispersing a magma wave that shot at him like a beast’s maw.
"But so what?"
Victor’s tone was ice cold.
"What’s the use of mastering more worlds? His realm gap with us is too big."
"When the world of intent is broken, it will enter waiting ti. He can’t use it again imdiately."
"Furthermore... transforming the world drains physical and ntal energy. Ethan absolutely cannot use such techniques repeatedly."
His judgnt was calm and brutal.
Galen agreed.
He swept his spear violently. Purple lightning exploded outward, piercing through a magma dragon that lunged upward.
Even so, he staggered back two steps, boots sinking into half-lted stone.
"What powerful force... this kid is about to strike!"
"He’s strengthening the world! If we stay inside, our spiritual energy will be eroded!"
Victor barked, "Attack together! Break the world as soon as possible!"
"Good!"
Galen didn’t hesitate.
He circulated his spear intent wildly.
Spear intent exploded out, condensing into a Spear Intent World that wrapped around him like a fortress.
The best way to break soone’s world of intent—
Use your own world and smash it from the inside.
But before they could fully stabilize their counterattack—
HUMMMMM—!
A golden light tore open the magma sky.
The spinning Moonflood Scythe ca screaming through like a celestial guillotine, golden arcs trailing behind it like teors.
And behind it—
Ethan descended like a beast unleashed from the abyss.
His ntal energy locked onto both Supres, muscles bulging like coiled steel, veins writhing along his forearms like golden serpents.
"The Abyssal Sixteen Arts."
He flew in faster than sound, tearing through his own world toward Galen and Victor.
"Boy, you ca at the right ti!"
Galen sneered and unleashed his spear intent world at maximum capacity.
ZHILA—!!!
The golden wheel smashed into Galen’s spear world.
A deafening screech of tal against tal filled the space.
Sparks erupted wildly. Magma splashed upward like boiling waves.
"Fist World—SUPPRESS!"
Ethan’s roar shook the magma cave.
His intent world expanded violently—
The flas surged upward, magma boiled hotter, rivers churned with terrifying force.
His world grew.
The magma below rose in towering columns, transforming into magma-shaped beasts: dragons, tigers, serpents, roaring toward the two Supre experts.
Galen’s pupils shrank.
"What?! It... it can still grow stronger?!"
His spear world, originally expanding outward, was suddenly forced back several inches.
He roared angrily, pushing his spear world to the limit.
But the truth was undeniable—
Ethan’s world intensity was equal to, or even surpassing, his own.
Victor Ashenvale wasn’t idle.
He had already completed his killing strike.
He held a long sword forged from pure flas.
Billowing flas rose along the blade, swirling violently.
That alone was terrifying.
But Victor wasn’t finished.
He extended his finger and whispered coldly—
"Secret technique... Blood Explosion Art."
Several drops of bright red blood flew from his fingertips and splashed onto the flaming sword.
HISSSSS—!
The sword suddenly pulsed.
The flas darkened from orange to crimson.
The power surged sharply—its aura more violent than before.
Victor Ashenvale, unlike Galen, was a mid-stage Inferior Supre. His mastery of spiritual energy and combat experience far exceeded that of a fresh Supre.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Inside the magma world, Ethan turned into a golden storm.
His fists struck like a thousand hamrs. Each punch shattered magma beasts, shook the ground, and sent shockwaves through Galen’s spear world.
With the Moonflood Scythe supporting him, Galen’s world—
CRACKED—!
Then—
SHATTERED!
"DAMN BRAT!"
Galen roared, thrusting his spear forward. The sharp spearpoint pierced through Ethan’s fist intent and forced him back temporarily.
Ethan’s body slid backward several steps in the air, but he quickly stabilized.
Purple lightning crawled over his skin, but he flicked it off with a simple motion.
His expression—Relaxed. Calm. Almost amused.
"Ethan," Victor growled, "I didn’t expect a Nirvana cultivator to survive the combined attacks of two Supres."
"But everything ends here."
"Suffer death!"
Before the last syllable left his mouth, Victor surged forward.
The fiery sword in his hand blazed like an erupting volcano.
Its aura alone distorted the magma around them.
Ethan’s expression tightened slightly.
As expected of a veteran Supre—Even he felt genuine danger.
This strike could not be taken lightly.
"Bring it on!"
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