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Lucas and Old Man Xalor did the sa. The auras of the four surged violently in an instant, climbing at a frightening rate.

Seeing this, Ethan rely smiled faintly. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.

"You are afraid."

His voice was calm and abrupt.

"But it is too late."

The quiet words fell into everyone's ears like a final verdict.

Ethan ford a seal with one hand.

Three clones split from his body in a flash.

They rushed toward Old Man Xalor and the other two Ultimate Supres.

Ethan himself stepped forward and appeared directly before Lucas.

"Pavilion Master Lucas. The Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell of your Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has long fallen into my hands. Without the blessing of that artifact, even if you burn your soul, you will not escape death tonight."

"Originally, I bore no grievance against your Pavilion."

"But you repeatedly targeted , coveted my treasures, and now you launched a large-scale assault on Noble Sun City, slaughtering countless people."

"Tonight, I will send you to hell to reunite with your sister and Thousand Faces."

"Your blood will be used to honor the dead."

Ethan's gaze turned ice-cold.

Pure Azure Fla burst forth in his palm.

The fla compressed rapidly and transford into a blazing blade.

At the sa ti, identical blades condensed in the palms of the three clones. Though their colors differed, the killing power was no weaker.

Ethan appeared before Lucas in the blink of an eye and slashed down.

Lucas' pupils contracted violently.

Too fast.

There was no ti to prepare a killing technique.

He could only gather all his divine power into his palms and strike outward with full force, attempting to block.

The fla blade passed silently.

Lucas' arm was severed without sound.

The blade continued forward toward his neck.

At that mont, Lucas felt no pain.

The terror of death and helpless despair had drowned all sensation.

"Ethan, spare !"

Lucas shouted desperately.

Ethan's expression did not change.

His movent did not slow.

"Do not worry. A little dizziness and fear are normal."

"Just close your eyes."

His tone was indifferent.

The blade of fla swept across Lucas' neck.

At the sa ti, identical scenes unfolded around Old Man Xalor and the other two.

The three clones and Ethan moved in perfect synchronization.

Their arms cut through the air as one.

In the next breath, Ethan withdrew his hand.

The three clones turned into streams of light and rged back into his body.

The Supre Prisoner's Heavenly Lock dissipated.

Ethan stepped back calmly.

He glanced at Lucas and the others.

Their eyes were filled with hatred.

The light within them dimd gradually.

Ti seed frozen.

A gust of wind swept across the battlefield.

Ethan's hair drifted slightly.

Four heads separated from their bodies and fell from the sky.

The corpses were engulfed in flas, reduced to ashes, and scattered between heaven and earth.

All intruders from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets were annihilated.

Below, dozens from other forces remained alive.

When they witnessed this, their pupils shrank sharply.

Their hands gripping weapons trembled uncontrollably.

Their leaders were dead.

The last fragnt of fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

"We are dood. Run!"

The bald man at the front cursed under his breath.

Without hesitation, he waved his arm and fled with the remaining subordinates.

But how could the Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasures Pavilion allow them to escape?

"A bunch of spineless rats. Now you think of running?"

"Where do you think you can go?"

An elder of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion roared angrily and led a group in pursuit.

The Blood Tavern followed suit, chasing the fleeing remnants in all directions.

Ethan surveyed the battlefield.

The true enemies were gone.

The rest were rely scattered vermin.

The Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasures Pavilion had been suppressed and beaten for long enough.

Now that the tide had turned, their fury required an outlet.

Ethan's mind stirred.

Three clones returned from afar as streaks of light and rged back into him.

Atlas Ashmount, Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.

Asher, Guardian of the Blood Tavern.

Talker Latham of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Blood Sword Supre, master of the Blood Tavern.

Along with five Supres ranging from Interdiate to Upper realms.

Eight figures.

They were the core combat force of Noble Sun City.

Through exquisite coordination and unyielding will, they had resisted until Ethan's arrival.

"Ethan. In only a year, you have reached the Upper Supre realm."

"Your combat power has surpassed mine completely."

"Even crushed ."

"What a terrifying future."

Talker Latham clasped his hands.

"I always knew Mr. Ethan was no ordinary existence. Yet I never imagined that in such a short ti you would stand at a height beyond my reach."

"Such talent is rarely seen in a thousand years."

Atlas Ashmount sighed sincerely.

He felt profound gratitude for his earlier decision.

To stand with Ethan.

To beco his ally.

Otherwise, this return would have spelled disaster for the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.

He had trusted his disciple's judgnt.

That trust had proven wise.

In a re year, Ethan had reached this height.

Such cultivation speed made even Atlas feel the weight of the gap between people.

Given enough ti, Ethan would undoubtedly step into the Emperor Realm and beco a true giant of the continent.

By then, the Holy Land of Endless Mountains would also ascend to unprecedented heights.

His na would be engraved at the pinnacle of the Holy Land Monunt.

A supre honor.

"What a monster."

"In just one year you have reached the peak of Upper Supre."

"Your combat power already exceeds mine."

"You can easily suppress several Ultimate Supres."

"It is only a matter of ti before you step into the Emperor Realm."

"With you, the Blood Tavern's future is boundless."

Asher stepped forward and patted Ethan's shoulder, his tone filled with pride.

"Recruiting Brother Ethan into the Blood Tavern is the most correct decision I have ever made."

Rain and Lana floated over quietly.

"Everyone flatters too much."

Ethan's expression remained calm.

"We are all on the sa side."

"There is no need for such courtesy."

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