The two of them wanted to break through the Supre Prisoner's Heavenly Lock with one final blow and kill Ethan on the spot—letting him die here in resentnt and despair.
"Die?"
Ethan laughed softly.
A laugh so cold that it made the air itself freeze.
"I see… it's you who will die."
"Your era ended long ago. You should never have appeared in this age in the first place."
"Now—let send you back to where you belong."
"That's it!"
As the final word fell, Ethan's eyes sharpened instantly, like a venomous serpent locking onto prey.
The next mont—
He vanished.
There was no warning. No fluctuation.
Only a faint crack of thunder echoed through the space.
By the ti the onlookers reacted, Ethan had already turned into a streak of black lightning, tearing through space and rushing straight toward the two ancestral souls at an unimaginable speed.
Elder Ronan and Kairon's expressions changed violently.
Their hearts sank.
Too fast!
This speed had completely surpassed their expectations—even as Emperor-level souls!
"The Path of Boundless, Moon Void Slash!"
Black lightning exploded in the sky.
Ethan descended from above like a falling star, gripping the God-killing Spear with both hands. His arms rose, then swept down in a vast arc.
In that instant, spear intent surged to its absolute peak.
The God-killing Spear awakened fully.
A dark spear-shadow condensed into substance, stretching across the heavens.
The surrounding space could not endure it.
It collapsed layer by layer.
The terrifying divine power overflowing from the spear was enough to kill Ember, Alina, and the others instantly.
Even from hundreds of ters away. Their faces felt as if they were being sliced by invisible blades, their scalps numb with fear.
Had they been any closer, their bodies would have been crushed into nothingness by the residual force alone.
The spear light tore through the void like a judgnt from heaven.
Zhila—!
Black lightning followed in its wake.
Cracks spread wildly through space, then shattered.
Kairon and Elder Ronan froze in place.
Their bodies split cleanly down the middle.
Before either of them could even scream, the terrifying divine power erupted, completely obliterating their flesh and souls.
Emperor-level ancestral souls—
Gone.
Ashes scattered into nothingness.
Ethan did not pause.
Not even for a breath.
His body twisted through space, stepping out of a ripple like a god descending from the void. He landed in front of Ember and the others, spear in hand, his presence pressing down like a mountain.
"The Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique has ended," Ethan said calmly.
"What will you do now?"
Silence.
A suffocating silence.
Ember and the others finally snapped out of their shock and instinctively took a step back.
Eryon and Sorrel felt fear rise uncontrollably from deep within their souls.
This was instinctive terror.
Fear carved into their blood.
Ember stared at Ethan, her expression twisted with rage and humiliation.
"Hmph."
Ethan sneered, casually putting away the God-killing Spear.
At the sa ti, the power of Onyx Orchid slowly receded.
Against Ember and the others—
There was no need for divine weapons.
No need for borrowed power.
Seeing this, Seris let out a cold snort.
"You used secret techniques to forcibly raise your strength and activated a divine weapon," he said sharply.
"You're already at the end of your strength. Right now, you're just putting on an act!"
"Today, I—Seris—will send you to hell!"
"I'll use your blood to honor the dead of the Palace of the Four Cycles!"
As his voice fell, Seris vanished.
Ethan's eyes flickered.
The Celestial Jade Physique Scripture activated instantly. Energy roared through his body like a raging river.
He turned and kicked.
The kick was like an iron whip.
Golden arcs of lightning exploded outward as the leg swept through the air, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom.
At that exact mont, Seris reappeared.
His pupils shrank violently.
The attack was already upon him.
He abandoned offense instantly, demonic energy surging as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Bang!
A dull, explosive sound echoed.
Seris was blasted backward like a broken kite.
The terrifying force smashed into his internal organs.
He barely stabilized himself before coughing out a mouthful of blood.
"Cough—cough—!"
Seris stared at his arms in disbelief.
They hung limply.
Both arms—broken.
"How… how is this possible…?!"
His face was filled with shock and terror.
Ethan had predicted his position perfectly.
A casual kick.
And it had shattered both of his arms.
Worse still—
Ethan's aura was steady.
Unshaken.
As if the battle against the three ancestral souls had never happened at all.
"Weak," Ethan said lightly.
The single word struck like a blade.
Seris trembled, rage and humiliation surging at once, and spat out another mouthful of blood.
His pride—crushed.
At that mont, a gentle voice echoed in Ethan's mind.
"Child, do not forget what you promised ."
It was the Hibiscus Sacred Tree.
"Understood," Ethan replied silently.
He clasped his hands toward the sacred tree in respect.
He had received its blessing.
Naturally, he would honor his word.
Ethan crossed his arms and looked down at Seris, Ember, and the others. The smile on his lips was calm—half mockery, half disdain.
"So this is what the Palace of the Four Cycles calls a genius?"
"So weak."
"With strength like this, you dare call yourselves the pride of the Demon Territory?"
"It's laughable."
"The ancestral souls you relied on have already dissipated."
"So tell —"
"How do you plan to continue surviving in the Training Trial Secret Realm?"
His gaze swept over them like a cold judgnt.
No emotion.
Only indifference.
Ember clenched her fists until her nails pierced her palms, blood dripping down silently.
She used the pain to anchor her mind.
This humiliation—
She would never forget it.
The next ti she t Ethan, she would tear him apart with her own hands.
"What kind of monster is this Ethan…?" Eryon ground her teeth, her face dark with resentnt.
"How can he possess such terrifying combat power—to kill three ancestral souls of my Palace of the Four Cycles?"
"What should we do now?" soone whispered in panic. "Ethan obviously won't let us go!"
Sorrel's eyes flickered.
"…Is there no choice left?"
"Is that the only way?"
Eryon's expression grew grim.
"If we use that… then this Training Trial will be a complete loss."
"Not only did we gain nothing, but we also lost three ancestral souls."
"Worse still—the Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique has been exposed."
She looked toward Ethan, then toward Alina and the others.
"When Ethan and the others leave…"
"The news that we possess the Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique will spread."
"By then, countless powerful forces in the Demon Territory will stop at nothing to seize our forbidden technique."
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