God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 336
Chapter 336: Chapter 336
“I’m afraid you used some method to deceive Skyler and the others, and then escaped like a golden cicada shedding its shell before slipping here.”
Galen spoke in a flat, unhurried tone—as if he were explaining a child’s lie. It was obvious he didn’t believe a single word Ethan had said earlier.
Ethan turned his gaze toward him, expression calm as a still lake.
“I think you must be Galen—the esteemed City Lord of Noble Sun City. It’s the first time we meet, I didn’t expect the great City Lord to be someone who enjoyed weaving imaginary stories.”
“The narrative you constructed is impressive. It’s enough to mislead your subordinates… but don’t mislead yourself.”
His tone was indifferent—cold even—yet it struck sharper than mockery.
“…”
Galen didn’t reveal any anger. He simply narrowed his eyes and asked calmly,
“Ethan, you accuse this city lord of imagining things. Then tell me—where’s your evidence?”
“That’s right, arrogant brat,” Victor Ashenvale barked.
“Your strength isn’t worthy of your arrogant mouth.”
He snorted with disdain, his voice rumbling like thunder.
“If you can beat Karl Ashenvale, then I’ll eat shit!”
His words stunned many nearby cultivators.
Ethan felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
“Eat shit… that’s quite interesting.”
His voice was so dry and emotionless that Victor nearly exploded from rage on the spot.
But Ethan’s gaze sharpened suddenly.
“It seems you two won’t shed tears until you’re staring at the coffin.”
“You should recognize these things, right?”
With a flick of his sleeve—
Clink—Clink—Clink—
More than a dozen tokens materialized in the air before him, neatly floating in a row.
The markings on them were unmistakable.
Tokens of the Ashenvale family.
Tokens of Noble Sun City’s Lord’s Mansion.
Five from the City Lord’s Mansion.
Over a dozen from the Ashenvale family.
These were the identity tokens Noel Ashenvale and the others had carried on them.
When Galen and Victor laid eyes on them, their expressions instantly darkened.
Their pupils constricted sharply.
For a moment, even the wind seemed to freeze.
Because they recognized the aura on those tokens.
Recognized the people they belonged to.
Recognized the truth they did not want to acknowledge.
These tokens… should have been carried by the forces they dispatched to kill Ethan today.
Yet all of them—
were now in Ethan’s hands.
This could mean only one thing:
Karl Ashenvale was dead. Skyler was dead. The elites they sent were dead.
A bloodbath. A massacre.
But how?
No matter how they looked at Ethan, he had just stepped into Nirvana. And Karl was a Half-Step Supreme. Skyler, also a Half-Step Supreme. Many Ninth-Turn Mahayana. Many elites.
WHY should Ethan be able to kill them?
Their minds refused to accept it.
A chilling killing intent erupted from Galen and Victor.
Their killing intent poured out in waves.
Clothes fluttered. Hair flew wildly. The ground beneath their feet cracked like dry earth.
Their faces twisted with boundless fury.
Galen struggled—barely managing to restrain his killing intent.
But Victor Ashenvale could not contain it at all.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging around his temples.
The Ashenvale family’s losses were unimaginably severe.
First, Alissa died.
Then Cain—one of the most promising geniuses with a Four Spirit Holy Body.
Then Noel Ashenvale.
North Ashenvale.
Karl Ashenvale.
More than a dozen elites.
Nearly half of the Ashenvale family’s future pillars—all gone.
All destroyed in Ethan’s hands.
Victor’s heart felt like it was being carved by knives.
“Ethan!” His voice trembled with barely restrained madness.
“Where are the people of my Ashenvale family? Where are their bodies?!”
He wanted to tear Ethan apart.
But Ethan’s reply was chilling in its calmness.
“Senior Victor, don’t worry.”
“I buried them alive on the mountain east of Noble Sun City. The scenery there is beautiful—it’s a good place for them to rest quietly.”
Every word was clear. Every syllable was delivered without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Everyone fell silent.
Ethan’s voice didn’t mock. It didn’t boast. It didn’t gloat.
He simply stated the truth.
But that calmness… was more terrifying than any fury.
It was the calm of someone who did not put Victor Ashenvale in his eyes at all.
Even standing before an Inferior Supreme, Ethan looked completely fearless.
No one could understand where his confidence came from.
Their conversation didn’t go unnoticed.
Every Supreme in the vicinity heard it. Every cultivator hiding in the bushes heard it. The scavengers trying to pick up scraps heard it.
All of them froze in disbelief.
Especially the four great families of the Holy land of Endless Mountains—they exchanged shocked, horrified glances.
The Ashenvale family was one of their five pillars.
And it had been gutted. Crushed. Half destroyed.
By a single young man.
Isolde Stonebridge narrowed her eyes and whispered to Damion.
“Commander Damion, this Ethan… his power is infinitely close to the Supreme Realm.”
“This kind of monstrous talent hasn’t appeared in thousands of years in Skyreach Territory. If he grows, he will become a peerless existence—invincible and untouchable.”
Her tone carried awe.
Damion nodded heavily.
“You’re right. Ethan’s talent is terrifying. If only the Ashenvale family hadn’t provoked him in the beginning… But now?”
He sighed.
“A fight to the death is inevitable. Half their family is gone—how could they possibly let this go?”
He hesitated.
“But if the Ashenvale family is left alone, what will the Skyreach Territory think of us?”
Damion was not someone with real authority. The Holy Lord and the Saintess were the true decision-makers of the Endless Mountains Holy Land.
But Damion also did not want to make an enemy of Ethan.
Because Ethan was— A monster. A problem. A calamity.
And the most terrifying part—
He wasn’t even fully grown yet.
Killing him would be extremely difficult.
Especially since both Blood Tavern and Myriad Treasure Pavilion had begun showing interest in him.
Unless the Holy Lord moved personally, no one here could take Ethan’s life.
Isolde shook her head.
“Let’s wait and observe.”
“Offending Ethan will bring endless disaster. Abandoning the Ashenvale family… might be the better choice.”
Damion’s expression froze.
He prayed silently that Victor wouldn’t demand help.
That would make everything troublesome.
The Supremes of the other three families shared the same sentiment.
They didn’t move. Didn’t interfere. Didn’t involve themselves.
They would wait to see who lived, who died, and who would remain standing.
Latham of Myriad Treasure Pavilion narrowed his eyes at Ethan, full of interest.
“This kid… why did Blood Tavern pick him up?”
His gaze drifted to Lana, a trace of reproach flickering faintly.
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