The mont Ethan raised the Moonflood Scythe, the entire valley trembled.
A terrifying scythe intent erupted from his body, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm of invisible blades.
The pressure alone tore open cracks across the scorched earth, and even cultivators far away felt their bones rattle as if they were being dragged toward a battlefield ant only for gods and monsters.
His hair flew wildly behind him.
His clothes whipped in the violent wind.
"You two aren’t the only ones who can burn blood essence."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
As if burning blood essence was nothing more than taking a breath.
He waved his hand.
Bang!
A jade bottle exploded before him, releasing ten remaining drops of the precious blood essence he had once fed to Solara.
The blood essence transford instantly into a roaring mist and surged into the Moonflood Scythe.
The Moonflood scythe humd. The blade flickered. A terrifying aura spread out.
"Autumn Leaf Scythe Technique—Divine Flas Split the Sky."
Profound Purifying Fla and Azure Fla rged on the scythe blade, forming a light blue fire. The burning blood essence stained the edge of the scythe with a faint crimson glow.
The light blue fla turned murderous.
Ethan moved.
His figure blurred, as if he had beco a ghost dancing between worlds. Then—
Boom!
In an instant he closed the distance between himself and Victor Ashenvale and Galen.
The Moonflood Scythe carved out a brilliant arc of light.
A slash that looked like an artist’s stroke—beautiful, breathtaking, yet carrying apocalyptic destruction.
The flaming scythe cut through the sky, saring color across the heavens like a mural of war painted on the canvas of reality.
Every cultivator watching felt their hearts lurch.
"He still has this level of strength after leaving the Intent World?"
"What kind of monster is he?!"
Ethan’s scythe intent wasn’t just powerful—it was awakening fear.
Even Victor Ashenvale and Galen were shaken.
The flaming scythe light glowed like a burning star ring. Wherever it passed, space split cleanly like glass under a master’s blade. Shockwaves spread, slicing trees in half and sending rocks flying like arrows.
Their faces were cut just by the scythe wind.
"This scythe... it’s too terrifying!"
"How does Ethan possess such a technique?!" Galen roared.
"There is no ti to question anything—go all out!"
Victor Ashenvale’s face was ashen.
Speculation was aningless now.
If Ethan wasn’t killed today, the consequences would be endless.
The two Supres suddenly halted midair.
Then, in perfect synchronization, they retreated several ters to avoid the direct edge of Ethan’s scythe strike.
It was a rare sight—two Inferior Supres avoiding the attack of a Nirvana cultivator.
Once they created distance, their hands moved rapidly, forming seals. Spiritual energy surged like a violent tsunami.
They were preparing their strongest techniques.
Boom!
Boom!
Their auras erupted with greater ferocity than before.
Ethan grinned.
He didn’t slow down.
He accelerated.
Zzzzzzwh—!
Like lightning ripping through the world, Ethan shot forward, the scythe swinging continuously. Flaming arcs streaked across the sky, distorting space and ripping open the valley floor.
In a single breath, Ethan appeared right in front of the two Supres.
Less than ten feet.
"You two... suffer death."
The next scythe swing ca.
A slash of incandescent fla extended outward—longer, brighter, deadlier than the previous one—and aid directly at their necks.
Galen and Victor Ashenvale’s hearts nearly stopped.
"How is he still getting faster?!"
His attack speed had already surpassed many mid-stage Inferior Supres... Now it was nearly comparable to late-stage Inferior Supres.
At Seventh Turn Nirvana... This was insanity.
Huuuuuuu—!!!
The flaming scythe ripped through the air like molten lava falling from the heavens, like a waterfall of fire defying gravity.
The mont the scythe beam reached them—
Victor Ashenvale roared.
"SKYFIRE SHIELD!"
His flaming sword fractured, exploding into a vortex of crimson fire that rapidly condensed into a blazing shield.
Galen responded at the sa ti.
"THUNDER BOWL!"
Lightning surged, forming a bowl-shaped cage of thunder around him. The thick lightning arcs intertwined like a prison forged by thunder gods.
The scythe beam slamd into both defenses.
BOOM!!!
Shockwaves erupted like the sky collapsing.
The ground split.
Mountains trembled.
Stone shattered.
Thunder and fire crashed violently as Ethan’s scythe intent raged like a divine beast trapped in the world of mortals.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sonic booms were deafening. Shockwaves tore across the battlefield.
Mahayana cultivators frantically activated shields—but even then, many were blown backward, coughing blood.
The force was simply too much.
Crack...
A crisp sound echoed.
Everyone turned.
Cracks spread across Victor Ashenvale’s fla shield.
Crackle-crackle!
Lightning sparked wildly from Galen’s Thunder Bowl—the arcs turning unstable, a clear sign the bowl was approaching its limit.
"This scythe... what level is it?!"
Galen desperately pumped more lightning into it, sweat rolling down his forehead. But Ethan’s scythe continued cutting deeper, the flaming blade humming with a terrifying edge.
It felt like it was shredding part of his soul.
If this continued... he would truly die.
"No choice—blood essence, burn!"
Galen bit his tongue, letting blood essence drip into the Thunder Bowl. Imdiately, the purple lightning beca streaked with blood-red, intensifying its power.
Victor Ashenvale wasn’t doing any better.
His fla shield’s cracks kept growing.
He also bit his tongue, burning blood essence. The Skyfire Shield thickened, cracks slowly repairing.
But Ethan’s attack didn’t stop.
The flaming scythe kept pressing.
Kept cutting.
Kept devouring.
Finally—
The scythe beam began to weaken slightly.
Its brightness dimd. The killing intent slowly receded.
The two Supres gasped for breath.
Victor Ashenvale’s expression twisted into triumph.
"Hahaha! I knew it!"
He raised his hand, spiritual energy roaring within him.
"No matter how strong your technique is—its power is limited!"
"If you think you can kill us with one strike—dream on!"
He tightened his grip and condensed a blazing sword in his other hand.
He didn’t like getting beaten all the ti.
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