God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 344
Chapter 344: Chapter 344
“Mr. Victor is doing a lot of bloodletting this time. My Thunderhall family will take care of it!”
“My Deepvale family also accepts!”
Victor pressed his fists together respectfully. “Thank you both for taking action!”
Belle Thunderhall and Peter Deepvale stepped forward, arriving at Victor Ashenvale’s side like two hawks taking position.
Belle narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Mr. Victor, don’t forget your promise. Each of our families gets one quota. No less.”
“Don’t worry,” Victor replied with a firm nod.
“Once everything is done, the quotas will be granted.”
His tone was resolute, but deep within his heart, blood churned. To give up two Holy Land Heir quotas… Meant that the Ashenvale family would lose its footing for centuries.
But as long as Ethan died— The future losses would be worth it.
Latham’s sharp eyes flicked toward Victor.
“So the Ashenvale family truly intends to spill blood today…”
They had managed to gather two helpers. Two Supremes on their side.
“The Ashenvale family now has four Supremes,” Latham murmured.
“Including Peter Deepvale… late-stage Inferior Supreme. Dangerous.”
His expression remained calm, but his heart tightened.
“Even though Ethan is strong, Supremes are never to be underestimated. It won’t be easy fighting four at once.”
He glanced sideways.
“But Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets is unpredictable. Lana—watch them closely. If they intend to make a move… we must not be caught off guard. I’ll help Ethan.”
“Understood,” Lana replied.
Ethan meanwhile was observing the two newly arrived Supremes.
His brow twitched slightly.
This Victor really was an old viper. To drag in two more Supreme experts at the last second…
“Ethan!”
A cold yet melodious voice cut through the air.
Belle Thunderhall stepped forward, blue robe fluttering.
“Thunderhall family, Belle Thunderhall. If you abandon your cultivation right now and return with Mr. Victor to be punished, the Thunderhall family will refrain from interfering. But if you remain stubborn—then don’t blame us for bullying you with numbers.”
Peter Deepvale also stepped up.
His gaze icy.
His aura murderous.
“Your talent is shocking. But you’re too arrogant. You don’t realize—arrogance kills.”
“You killed people from the Ashenvale family and the City Lord’s Mansion. You’ve offended the Holy Land of Endless Mountains. Even if you had ten lives, they wouldn’t be enough.”
Ethan chuckled.
Then threw back his head and laughed loudly.
“Hahahaha!”
When his laughter died down, his expression turned razor sharp.
“What’s the point of talking nonsense like this? If I didn’t have the ability, I would’ve died months ago.”
“You want to kill me? Then come and try.”
He lifted the Moonflood Scythe.
The scythe intent erupted instantly, forming a twisted miniature world—a world carved from pure slaughter, flame, and shadow.
The world around Ethan distorted, spiritual energy trembling as the tiny scythe world opened around him.
But its range was limited. To trap all four Supremes, he needed to get closer.
Ethan bent his knees slightly, preparing to launch forward—
When—
A voice came from the side, dripping with amusement:
“You four are hundreds of years old. Does bullying a junior make you feel powerful?”
Before the echo faded, a figure descended.
Latham.
He landed calmly before Ethan, hands clasped behind his back, looking at the four Supremes with an expression of pleasant curiosity.
“Latham!”
Victor’s brows sank.
Of course the Myriad Treasure Pavilion wouldn’t ignore this situation. But he’d hoped the timing would be later. Not now.
“Manager Latham,” Victor said coldly, “this boy slaughtered half the elites of the Ashenvale family and the Lord’s Mansion. Do you really intend to protect him?”
Latham smiled gently.
“Ethan is an honored guest of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion. A friend. If a friend is in trouble, how can I not intervene?”
“And as for the people who died… they were the ones who attacked first. The strong devour the weak, yes?”
His gaze sharpened.
“You should understand this better than most.”
Galen stepped out angrily.
“Manager Latham! We respect you as a senior, so we are speaking politely. But if you insist on protecting Ethan—are you planning to oppose Noble Sun City and the Holy Land of Endless Mountains?”
He knew the truth: If Latham fought alongside Ethan… Their chances plummeted.
Unless Victor could shake the entire Holy Land, they wouldn’t restrain Latham in time.
Galen lowered his voice, whispering to Victor: “What should we do? Why don’t the Saint of the Holy Land and the Ashmount family take action?”
“If Damion and the Ashmount family Supreme move, we still have hope.”
He clenched his fists.
“With three people restraining Latham, the other three can attack Ethan! He may not escape!”
Victor thought for a moment.
“The Stonebridge and Ashmount families refuse to help. So we ask the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.”
He looked at Galen.
“Your City Lord’s Mansion has good relations with them. You handle it. Ashenvale has already paid enough to mobilize help from Deepvale and Thunderhall.”
“…”
Galen frowned, but after a long second—
“…I’ll try.”
He sent a message to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets members.
“Everyone, stop this. There’s no point fighting like this. Unknown enemies are watching from afar.”
“How about we work together? Capture the mysterious Supreme and share the treasures equally?”
Across the battlefield, Latham’s voice echoed.
“Heh. Or better yet, join hands with the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to suppress her. Then we divide the treasures.”
But Victor Ashenvale shook his head.
“Hehehe… Not necessary.”
The mysterious female Supreme showed no sign of intervening. She had already realized that acting alone would be suicidal.
Victor narrowed his eyes.
“Well?”
Galen suddenly looked ecstatic.
“It’s done!”
Victor clenched his fists triumphantly.
“Good.”
He turned toward Latham and Ethan.
“Talker Latham… since you insist on protecting Ethan today—don’t blame us for being rude!”
He raised his hand sharply.
“Belle Thunderhall, Galen and me. The three of us will deal with Ethan.”
“As for Latham—leave him to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and Peter Deepvale.”
Victor’s voice rang like a war drum.
“Good.”
Everyone nodded.