When Belle Thunderhall saw the handso long-haired man descend like a teor of pale blue light, her expression instantly shifted into a soft, alluring charm. She slid her arm around his as though she had just been rescued from calamity.
"Are you okay?" Alex Thunderhall, Head of the Thunderhall Family, asked gently, eyes filled with concern.
"It’s nothing," Belle said, voice trembling deliberately.
"It’s just that boy Ethan... he bullies others with his artifacts!"
"Ethan?" Alex’s brows tightened as he turned toward the youth standing in the battlefield’s center.
He had heard countless rumors about Ethan.
A physical cultivator with monstrous combat power.
A peerless evildoer capable of fighting across realms as casually as breathing.
Ranked first on the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets’ Heaven’s Prodigy List.
But rumors were one thing—seeing the aftermath of his power was another.
Never had Alex imagined Ethan could be so terrifying that he slaughtered Galen, the City Lord of Noble Sun City, and Victor Ashenvale, a veteran Supre elder... all while only at seventh-turn Nirvana.
Add to that multiple artifacts—two confird, one nine-colored jade bottle suspected to be equally precious...
This boy was no prodigy—he was a calamity in human form.
But Belle whispered again, tightening her grip on Alex’s arm:
"Don’t worry, husband. Ethan has used too much of his energy. His calm expression is fake. He’s at the end of his strength—he can’t activate the artifact again."
Alex nodded silently.
His gaze shifted to another man standing beside him—a stern, sharp-eyed middle-aged figure.
Anthony Deepvale, Head of the Deepvale Family.
Also an early-stage Interdiate Supre.
Just like Alex—powerful, but still far inferior to Drake of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets or Latham of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion.
Alex spoke lowly, voice tense:
"Brother Anthony, Senior Drake—this child holds a divine weapon. We must seize him while he is weakened. If he recovers, we will all suffer."
Anthony Deepvale nodded.
Drake gave a cold smile.
"I’ll stop Latham. The rest of you attack together. Bringing down Ethan will only require a few moves."
The mont he finished—
BOOOOM!
Drake vanished, reappearing in front of Latham in an instant.
Without speaking a single word, Drake’s palm descended with enough force to break mountains.
Latham responded imdiately—
BOOOOM!!
The two Supres collided like stars crashing together, shockwaves tearing open the ground.
Latham was drained—his spiritual energy exhausted after battling repeatedly.
Against the freshly recovered Drake, he was imdiately pushed onto the defensive.
Drake laughed wildly. "Hahaha! Old Man Latham, what’s this? Only a few years apart and you’ve beco this pathetic?"
With a single palm, he sent Latham flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
Yet Latham still stood firm.
"If not for excessive consumption, how could I let a brat like you act so arrogant?"
But there was no ti for talk—
Because at that exact mont—
Belle Thunderhall, Peter Deepvale, River, Reed, Alex Thunderhall, and Anthony Deepvale
—all six—launched their killing moves toward Ethan.
"Brother Ethan, recover your strength first! Magnus and I will block them!"
Zeon roared as he dashed forward.
Magnus imdiately joined him, aura erupting like a volcano.
Lana stepped in front of Ethan as well, eyes sharp.
"Ethan, recover your energy quickly! Once you can activate the artifact again, the situation will reverse instantly!"
River sneered. "A group of Ninth-turn Mahayana dares block Supres? Truly seeking death!"
The combined attacks of the six Supre experts roared forth—
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!
The sky darkened.
The earth split open.
Space shuddered and collapsed piece by piece.
Ethan’s face grew increasingly grim.
He needed a quarter of an hour to recover enough energy to activate the Chaos Clock again.
But Zeon, Magnus, and Lana?
Even burning their souls fully... they couldn’t block one minute of these six Supres.
Ethan refused to let them die.
"BACK OFF!" Ethan roared, spiritual will shaking the air.
"If you can’t handle them—leave it to !"
His mind stirred—
A flash of silver light erupted.
HUMMMMM—!
A colossal silver puppet materialized before him.
Grey’s Interior Supre-level puppet.
One of the two had been damaged earlier, but this one remained intact—bound to Ethan the mont he obtained it.
"Brother Zeon—your puppet!" Ethan called.
The Silver Guardian stomped forward like a tal war god.
Zeon grinned and summoned his own golden puppet.
Two towering puppets—gold and silver—stood beside Ethan.
Three supre-level forces against six Supres.
A temporary balance.
Then—
A soft voice called behind him:
"Junior Brother... let assist you."
Althea appeared, her aura blazing as she waved her hand.
CLANK!
The Prisoner Dragon Lock descended, holy light piercing the sky.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Divine chains shot down, forming a golden prison that wrapped around the six Supres.
Their attacks slamd against the bars—
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
The prison trembled violently, but held.
River’s expression twisted.
"That woman’s spiritual weapon—holy grade! But she can’t sustain it! Break it together!"
"Good!"
Alex Thunderhall and Anthony Deepvale unleashed their ultimate killing moves toward the divine cage.
Althea’s breathing quickened—her spiritual reserves nearly empty.
Suppressing the mysterious female Supre earlier had been possible only because Ethan suppressed her cultivation. Now, facing six Supres at once, her spiritual energy drained rapidly.
"Sister—RETREAT!" Ethan shouted.
"Understood!"
Althea imdiately withdrew the Prisoner Dragon Lock and leapt backward.
At the sa ti, Ethan and his two Supre puppets moved forward, eting the next round of attacks head-on.
But the escalation wasn’t over—
A golden light burst from the northern sky.
A ferocious, hate-filled voice tore through the heavens:
"WHERE IS ETHAN?!"
"If you dare kill so many of my Ashenvale family, today I, Jared Ashenvale, swear I will tear you into pieces and grind your bones into dust!"
Alex Thunderhall and Anthony Deepvale stiffened, turning toward the incoming figure.
"The head of the Ashenvale family is here too!"
Jared Ashenvale has stubble on his face, a strong build, and red, fierce eyes.
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