"I will stop these people. They can’t do anything to ."
Latham’s voice echoed inside Ethan’s mind, firm and immovable as a mountain.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Thank you, Talker Latham. Just hold them off for a short while. I only need a bit more ti to recover."
"So fast...?" Latham’s usually-calm heart wavered.
This brat had just survived continuous, brutal battles against beings far above his realm... and yet his strength was already returning at an inhuman rate.
What kind of monster recovers like this?
He felt as though Ethan was forged from divine iron—unbreakable, relentless.
"Alright," Latham finally muttered, "I’ll block River and the others. Recover quickly."
He stepped forward, aura erupting like a storm-torn sea.
River, Belle Thunderhall, and Peter Deepvale imdiately responded, spiritual energy surging as killing intent thickened the air.
Tension rippled across the battlefield.
Isolde Stonebridge and Jorath Ashmount both felt their expressions twist in distress.
Although their hearts were aligned with Ethan’s...
The Thunderhall and Deepvale families were also pillars of the Holy Land of Endless Mountains. A direct battle between these factions could fracture alliances that had lasted for centuries. If they acted rashly here, they risked igniting a political wildfire no one could extinguish.
Ethan noticed their hesitation.
He offered them a respectful clasp of his hands.
"I, Ethan, appreciate your intentions. But today’s conflict is between and them. There’s no need for either of you to intervene."
Relief washed over Isolde’s features. She saluted deeply.
"Thank you, Brother Ethan, for your understanding."
She and Jorath stepped aside, making their stance unmistakable. Their families would not beco Ethan’s enemies.
River’s lips curled coldly.
"Latham, don’t think you’re invincible just because you’re an Interdiate Supre. The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has more than one powerhouse at that level."
His eyes suddenly brightened with joy.
"Senior Drake is here!"
A streak of light blue swept rapidly across the sky from the direction of Noble Sun City. Within seconds, the figure dropped from the heavens, landing before River with astonishing montum.
A man stood there—middle-aged, tall, with dark blue hair and sharply defined features. His erald-green eyes held an exotic chill. He radiated arrogance so naturally it felt like a birthright.
He was no native of Oceanreach Continent.
A monster raised in the harsh cultures of the East Sea Islands—later taken by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and elevated to the position of general manager.
Latham’s pupils contracted.
"Old Demon Drake... You actually ca out of seclusion!"
Drake laughed lightly.
"I heard artifacts appeared here. How could I stay quiet? But you, Latham... your aura is unstable. Have you fought a powerful enemy recently?"
Latham’s jaw tightened.
Of course this cunning old fox would show up only now—waiting to pick up the scraps...
Drake turned his attention to Ethan, his smile widening.
"So you’re the boy nad Ethan? Hand over the divine weapon and I may consider sparing your life."
His tone wasn’t a request. It was the tone of a man who believed everything beneath heaven belonged to him.
Ethan lifted his gaze slowly.
"Who?"
His calm was frightening.
By this point, his body had recovered nearly forty percent. It wasn’t enough to crush an Interdiate Supre—but escaping would be easy.
If he reached seventy or eighty percent...
He could activate the Chaos Clock fully again. And at that point, suppressing Drake Supre would be a simple matter.
Drake clicked his tongue. "It seems I’ve been secluded too long. Juniors these days don’t even know my na."
He straightened proudly.
"I am Drake, general manager of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets in the Skyreach Territory. Others call Drake Supre."
"Drake Supre?" Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of amusent flashing there.
"As expected of your Pavilion—loud nas for loud people. But if you want the divine weapon in my hand, you’d better have the ability to take it."
Drake’s gaze turned razor-sharp.
"Boy, don’t think that just because Latham protects you, you can be arrogant with . I alone can restrain everyone here except him. What will you do when the other Supres from our Pavilion, Thunderhall, and Deepvale families move against you?"
He stood with hands clasped behind his back, smiling with utter disdain.
Ethan’s expression hardened into ice.
"The manager of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets truly loves useless chatter. If you want to seize the treasure, do it. But I doubt Peter Deepvale or Belle Thunderhall dare to fight ."
He turned his gaze toward the two.
A cold, oppressive pressure surged from his eyes alone.
Their hearts pounded wildly.
River imdiately jumped in.
"Master Manager! Ethan may be only at seventh-turn Nirvana, but his combat power is monstrous. Even without a divine weapon, he can fight Inferior Supres—and he killed the city lord of Noble Sun City and the Supre Elder of the Ashenvale family!"
Drake’s brows rose.
"Oh? Quite a monster indeed." His voice chilled.
"Since we’ve already offended him, he must die today. A talent like him—if allowed to grow—will beco a calamity."
"He still has Latham," River warned.
"And isn’t the Blood Tavern’s guardian nearby?"
Drake snorted. "That guardian? I haven’t seen him in fifty years. No one knows where he is. He won’t appear in ti."
At that mont—
"Senior Drake, the head of the Deepvale family is here!"
"My husband has arrived as well!" Belle Thunderhall added quickly.
Two additional streaks of light tore open the skyline, rapidly growing clearer before landing in front of Peter Deepvale and Belle Thunderhall.
Drake’s smile deepened.
"Good. Now we can begin."
His gaze locked onto Latham.
"Old Latham, my Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets does not wish to be your enemy. But if you block us today... don’t bla for showing no rcy."
"The sword has no eyes," he added mockingly.
"In your frail state, a single misstep—don’t say I bullied you."
His spiritual pressure exploded outward.
BOOM!
Dust shot into the air. The ground cracked. Winds scread as spiritual energy surged like a raging sea.
At that exact mont, the two newly arrived figures descended completely—
"Husband, you are here."
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