God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 329
Chapter 329: Chapter 329
Skyler let out a furious roar and waved his hand wildly. The monstrous, ghost whale he summoned lunged toward Ethan, its maw large enough to swallow a hill whole.
“Ethan, we underestimated you,” Karl Ashenvale shouted, voice hoarse with rage.
“But the trump cards Skyler and I have unleashed—no matter how you stop them—you will die!”
Above Karl’s head, the towering ancestral phantom raised its long blade, its killing intent so sharp that even the surrounding space hissed.
Together, the two ultimate techniques swept forward like twin calamities descending upon the world.
Ethan’s reaction, however, was surprising.
His eyes brightened with excitement, lips curling in delight.
“That is… an innate treasure technique? Such power… it’s mine.”
He wasn’t intimidated—he was thrilled.
“One Word Severing Technique—Shock!”
Ethan growled softly. Instantly, a wave of chaotic killing intent erupted from him like a tidal wave. The shock force tore through the battlefield.
Karl Ashenvale and Skyler stiffened as their spiritual energy and blood violently reversed, becoming tangled and chaotic. Veins bulged beneath their skin. Their bodies spasmed.
They coughed up blood.
The double suppression of Ethan’s fist world and killing intent domain had already been crushing them. Now, with the added shock force, their ultimate moves faltered visibly.
The ancestral phantom flickered.
The ghost whale staggered mid-air.
Both weakened.
Karl Ashenvale trembled uncontrollably.
“What… what is this technique!? How can killing intent suppress even our blood essence!?”
Skyler’s face twisted in fear. He had never encountered a killing intent cultivator of this level. The shock alone disturbed his very soul.
“One Word Severing Technique—Break!”
Ethan brought his fingers together, flicking outward.
Eight sharp blades of killing intent shot out like silent lightning bolts—so fast their movement blurred into nothingness.
Two blades collided with Karl’s ancestral phantom and Skyler’s ghost whale.
The other six whispered through the air, slicing through space itself. They reappeared in front of Noel Ashenvale, North Ashenvale, and the remaining guards.
“NO—!”
They activated shields, talismans, anything they could—but none of it mattered.
The six blades pierced through their dantians with chilling precision.
_Pfft!_
Noel and North Ashenvale spat blood violently as their spiritual cores shattered. Their faces contorted in agony, disbelief etched deep into their features.
“H-how is this possible…” Noel rasped, shaking uncontrollably.
“Why is Ethan… this strong!?” North Ashenvale croaked, coughing out blood.
But Ethan was already moving.
He wanted their killing intent. To claim it, they had to die first.
He moved like golden lightning.
In the next instant, he appeared before Karl Ashenvale’s ancestral phantom, his fists clenched.
The Abyssal Sixteen Arts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every punch tore open the void itself, shattering space like fragile glass. Shockwaves blasted the surrounding mountains, uprooting ancient trees and pulverizing boulders.
Karl’s ancestral phantom, despite its near-Supreme aura, was nothing before Ethan’s destructive blows.
Three punches.
Then two more.
BOOM!
The phantom exploded into light.
Karl’s knees buckled.
Before Karl could even scream, Ethan vanished again.
This time, he plunged directly into the belly of Skyler’s ghost whale.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Muffled explosions echoed within the whale’s body.
A moment later—
RIP—!
Ethan tore his way out from inside the ghost whale, blasting its enormous spirit body apart. Ghostly blood and spiritual fragments rained like a storm.
The battlefield fell silent for one breath. Then another.
Karl and Skyler vomited blood simultaneously. Their complexions turned pale as paper. Their auras collapsed.
It finally dawned on them what kind of monster they had provoked.
Karl Ashenvale shook violently, hatred twisting his features.
“Damn it! Ethan! If I had known earlier—I would have killed you without hesitation!”
Skyler’s eyes were red, full of regret and dread.
“If… if I had known earlier, I would have never come with Karl Ashenvale! Why did I agree to this!?”
Ethan didn’t even look at them.
He raised his hand.
Killing intent boiled out, forming a colossal sword dozens of meters long.
Karl’s expression contorted into desperation.
“Ethan! If you kill me, the Holy Land of Endless Mountains will hunt you to the ends of the world!”
Skyler roared as well.
“And the City Lord of Noble Sun City is in seclusion no longer! He has broken through to the Supreme Realm! Do you dare kill me?! Can you withstand his fury?!”
Threats. The last shield of cowards on death’s door.
But Ethan only smiled.
“You surrounded me today. So you should’ve been prepared to die here.”
He grabbed the massive killing-intent sword.
The blade hummed, trembling violently as every shred of Ethan’s killing aura condensed into it.
“One Word Severing Technique—Final Move: Kill!”
He uttered the final word like a death sentence.
The executioner’s decree.
The long sword swept downward.
HUMMMM—
The world trembled.
Air shattered.
Stone exploded.
Even Ethan’s eighteen-layer formation collapsed instantly.
The blade looked slow—massive, heavy—but it moved like lightning.
Karl Ashenvale, Skyler, and the remaining looked up, terror enveloping them like a tsunami.
Death itself approached.
Some screamed.
Some cried.
Some begged.
Some cursed.
None of it mattered.
Whoosh—!
The blade passed through.
A single gust of wind whispered.
Ethan stood motionless, the killing sword shattering to dust in his hands.
The breeze blew softly, lifting strands of Ethan’s hair.
“Good night, everyone.”
His whisper was soft, gentle—yet it was the sound the dead would hear in their final moments.
He slowly turned back.
The ground behind him was covered in corpses.
Blood pooled like rivers, dyeing the land a deep crimson. The stench of death thickened the air.
Ethan raised his hand.
“One Word Severing Technique—Swallow.”
Gray killing intent seeped out of the corpses like smoke rising from smoldering ashes. The murderous auras fused into long, ribbon-like tendrils drifting toward Ethan.
Every Mahayana cultivator carried the weight of countless deaths.
This was nourishment.
The gray mist slid into his nose like threads being woven into his soul.
Ethan closed his eyes in pleasure.
“What a wonderful feeling.”
Killing intent surged within him, growing denser, sharper, more refined.
He sat cross-legged on the blood-soaked ground, beginning his cultivation.
A quarter of an hour passed.
The killing intent of Karl Ashenvale and all others had been completely devoured.
At the same time, Ethan opened his eyes, killing intent surged out.
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