God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 337
Chapter 337: Chapter 337
Lana felt Latham’s gaze and froze for half a breath before hurriedly explaining:
“Talker, I’ve always been polite to that kid Ethan. I even stepped out to help him last time.”
“He’s a person who distinguishes kindness and grudges clearly. Even if he cannot become a friend of our Myriad Treasure Pavilion, he will definitely not become an enemy.”
“Besides… Rain used a beauty trap!”
Latham blinked twice.
“Oh? Is that so… Heroes since ancient times have always stumbled on beauties.”
Then he added, half-joking, half-serious:
“But why didn’t you use a beauty trap? Are you worse than that girl Rain?”
“…”
Lana was speechless.
How exactly was she supposed to answer that?
But honestly… it wasn’t her fault.
When Ethan first arrived in Noble Sun City, he immediately went to the Blood Tavern. Myriad Treasure Pavilion had simply been unlucky that day, and missed the chance to make contact first.
Latham chuckled lightly.
“Haha, don’t blame yourself.”
“Some things simply cannot be forced.”
“The Blood Tavern and our Myriad Treasure Pavilion have a long-standing good relationship. Ethan won’t be our enemy.”
He waved his hand dismissively.
“I was joking with you earlier.”
“Understood.” Lana nodded gently.
Her gaze drifted back to Ethan. She still found it unbelievable.
In just half a year, he had grown into someone who could terrify Supremes.
Unbelievable.
Unfathomable.
…
“Ethan!”
Galen’s cold shout cracked through the air.
Ethan heard it and a faint amusement appeared on his lips.
“Don’t worry, City Lord,” he said calmly. “Deputy City Lord Skyler is also buried with them—there’s even a monument.”
“YOU WANNA DIE!” Galen erupted like a thunderclap.
“Ethan! If I, Galen, do not kill you today, then I swear I am not human!”
His voice was drenched in killing intent.
He and Ethan were now locked in a death feud.
If Ethan survived today, with his monstrous talent, then once he set foot into the Supreme Realm, Galen would only be waiting for his own death.
“Victor Ashenvale!” Galen barked, “If Ethan doesn’t die today, neither your Ashenvale family nor the City Lord’s Mansion will know a single day of peace!”
Victor’s face twisted. “You still need to say it?”
Galen grinned fiercely. “Let’s strike together. With your strength and mine, killing Ethan is guaranteed.”
“Do it!” Victor growled.
Before the word finished leaving his lips—
His figure vanished.
A torrent of murderous intent swept toward Ethan like a tidal wave.
The battle erupted instantly.
Ethan’s eyes sharpened like cold blades.
“Brother Magnus! Brother Zeon! Retreat quickly!”
Magnus and Zeon were not ordinary Ninth-Turn Mahayana cultivators. The instant Ethan shouted, they sensed death itself approaching. They circulated their spiritual energy and fled without looking back.
Ethan, however, stood unmoving.
He faced the incoming Supreme head-on.
Victor Ashenvale’s killing intent thickened the sky. It was oppressive—heavy enough to crush stone.
Ethan inhaled lightly.
Golden power surged.
_BOOM!!!_
A terrifying wave of golden Original Power erupted from his body.
Crackling golden arcs slithered around him like living lightning.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The shockwave shattered the ground around him.
The earth trembled violently. Massive cracks split open beneath his feet. Debris was flung everywhere.
Within seconds, the entire area collapsed—leaving only a single stone pillar jutting from the ruined ground.
Ethan stood atop it like an evergreen pine rooted in the storm, unmoving, unshakable.
Victor streaked through the air, the space behind him exploding repeatedly as he moved.
He roared:
“Everyone! I’ll leave the mysterious Supreme expert to you. I will personally fight Ethan to the death! Once I kill this brat, I’ll assist the rest of you!”
A declaration.
A threat.
A warning to everyone that Ethan was his family’s mortal enemy—and whoever dared help him would be treated the same.
“Ethan!” Galen thundered. “You killed too many of my City Lord’s Mansion people! Today YOU DIE! No one can save you!”
He flew forward, spear intent exploding out like a tidal wave.
A black spear materialized in his hand—undeniably an immortal spiritual weapon.
Purple lightning writhed across its surface. Spear intent condensed into a world of its own, pressing down with suffocating might.
“Ethan!” Victor roared, now only ten feet away.
“You should be proud! Dying under the hands of two Supreme experts—go to hell peacefully!”
Flame spiritual energy surged around Victor’s palm.
His five fingers curled like claws.
A condensed fireball formed—only fist-sized, but dense enough to annihilate mountains.
“Ethan! After killing you, I’ll send your relatives, friends, and your entire sect to join you!”
Galen joined the charge, lightning transforming his spear strike into a massive thunder dragon.
The two Supreme killing blows struck simultaneously.
Ethan’s pupils reflected Azure and white flames.
The Moonflood Scythe appeared in his hands.
His scythe intent exploded outward, forming its intent world.
He raised his arms.
The scythe howled.
Golden energy and Profound Purifying Flame spiraled around its blade.
In a flash—
A full moon blossomed before him.
The light was beautiful—like a heavenly ring.
_Slash!_
The scythe light split Victor’s fireball and Galen’s spear strike cleanly in half.
But both men’s attacks detonated violently.
BOOOOOOM!!!
An explosion ripped through space.
Ethan shot backward, sliding across the air.
He spun mid-flight, stabilized himself, and expelled the shock from his body. His golden energy flooded his limbs instantly.
Before the dust even settled—
Two figures burst out of the explosion, murderous intent rising like a volcanic eruption.
Galen.
Victor.
The two Supremes were relentless.
They would not let him go.
“Well done.”
Ethan’s voice was cold.
He slid his fingers along the scythe’s blade.
Flames surged—golden energy roaring—then thunder intertwined with both.
Zila—Zila—Zila!
Golden lightning danced along the scythe’s edge.
Ethan lifted his arms and hurled the weapon.
The Moonflood Scythe transformed into a spinning golden wheel.
The blade shrieked like a swarm of furious bees.
Thunder cracked violently around it.
Wherever it passed—
Space trembled. Collapsed. Shattered. And then desperately pieced itself back together.
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