God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 347
Chapter 347: Chapter 347
Belle Thunderhall’s lotus-filled sword energy surged upward—vertical and horizontal slashes weaving layered illusions of green lotus petals that fluttered through the air.
Ethan’s descending cross-shaped sword light and scythe light tore through the sky like a collapsing star. The moment they met—
HUUUUUUSH!
A blinding explosion erupted.
The Boundless Intent World and Belle’s Sword Intent World shuddered violently at the same time, like two great beasts ramming into one another. The shockwave split the air, distorting light, tearing the world apart at its seams.
The pressure alone made Victor Ashenvale’s scalp numb. Even the City lord Galen felt a chill run down his spine.
But neither of them withdrew.
They couldn’t.
Breaking Ethan’s Boundless Intent World was their only chance.
“Ancestor…”
Victor Ashenvale inhaled deeply, then fiercely sliced open his entire palm. Blood poured freely, sizzling as it hit the air.
He clasped his hands together, eyes closing as he muttered an ancient incantation only known to his bloodline. Galen strained to listen, but the words themselves were foreign, archaic, carrying power beyond his comprehension.
Then—
BOOM!
Victor’s heart ignited.
Crimson flames erupted inside his chest, sending a monstrous aura spiraling upward. Behind him, a massive shadow slowly rose—indistinct at first, but growing clearer with each heartbeat. The phantom’s outline sharpened, muscles defined, presence oppressive.
An Ashenvale ancestor’s spirit body.
Victor’s blood burned, rushing upward into the phantom. Its aura skyrocketed.
Intermediate Supreme level.
Galen felt his heart tremble.
“C-crazy… this is already reaching Intermediate Supreme in just seconds…”
But Victor was not satisfied.
“It’s not enough. I need more!”
His eyes snapped open—bloodshot, wild, and filled with hatred.
“Ethan, today, you must die!”
He gritted his teeth, face twisting as he ignited the most precious essence in his body—
His heart blood.
Life essence.
BOOOOM!!
The phantom behind him solidified instantly, its presence no different from a true Intermediate Supreme. Victor’s face drained of all color in an instant. Sweat poured down, his breath ragged and unstable.
But his killing intent was sharper than steel.
“This is enough,” he hissed, voice trembling with cold fury. “Ethan… I’ll tear you apart!”
He raised his trembling palm toward the sky.
“Ancestor—lend me your hand. Break this intent world. Then kill Ethan!”
The towering spirit body roared silently. It lifted its enormous palm—
—and brought it down upon Ethan’s Boundless Intent World.
CRAAAAAAAAACK!
The sound rang across the heavens.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the Boundless Intent World instantly, spreading like a plague. The cracks widened, split open, and began collapsing the world of intent from the inside out.
Belle’s brows tightened.
Her sword skill, empowered by an Immortal-level secret technique, had failed to overpower Ethan. Even with borrowed strength at the Peak Inferior Supreme realm, she was only evenly matched.
No matter how she thought about it… it felt impossible.
How long had Ethan cultivated? How could a junior reach this level so fast?
Was he a monster?
Ethan watched the Boundary crack, felt the collapse begin, and calmly lifted his palm.
With a sharp grasp—
“The Boundless Intent World… shatter.”
BOOOOOM!
The Boundless Intent World dissolved instantly, melting away like mist meeting sunlight. In the blink of an eye, the illusory dimension vanished, and all cultivators returned to the valley floor.
Then—
The aftermath struck.
A violent recoil exploded outward, flattening the trees, shaking the mountains, ripping apart the ground. Cultivators scattered in panic. Some dodged. Some resisted. The brave ones attempted to comprehend the insights hidden within the remnant energies.
But Galen had no attention to spare.
He stared at Ethan, fury burning in his veins.
He had used every trump card.
Every technique.
Every ounce of his power.
Yet Ethan remained unmovable.
Galen’s first breakthrough into the Supreme Realm gave him no time to stabilize his realm. Against someone like Ethan—someone who fought like a devil—it was nearly hopeless.
He clenched his fists.
He had no choice but to cling to Victor Ashenvale.
“Is this the Ashenvale family’s last trump card?” he murmured.
Looking at the colossal ancestor phantom towering over Victor, Galen felt hope surge wildly.
“As long as the ancestor’s phantom is here, Ethan… you’re dead.”
In the distance, Latham released a terrifying palm strike, ripping open the sky. The brothers opposite him staggered back dozens of meters. Even Peter Deepvale was forced back.
But everyone’s gaze shifted in the same direction—
Ethan, scythe in one hand, sword in the other.
A terrifying figure standing proudly against the wind.
Victor Ashenvale stood across from him. His aura surged to the Intermediate Supreme, his burned heart blood staining the air crimson.
“This brat actually forced Victor Ashenvale to burn his heart blood…” River muttered coldly. “Terrifying.”
Peter stroked his beard, eyes narrowing.
“But the moment that old monster used the Ancestor bloodline technique… everything was already over. Ethan cannot survive the next strike.”
River turned, smirking. “Talker Latham, do you think Ethan can block this? Do you think he can block the next attack?”
Latham didn’t even bother replying.
He simply vanished.
And flew straight toward Ethan.
“Brother Peter—stop him!”
River’s expression twisted as he launched himself after Latham. The two siblings unleashed binding techniques mid-flight, trying to slow Latham’s advance.
Their voices echoed:
“Victor Ashenvale! Finish Ethan quickly—we cannot hold Latham long!”
At the same time, River’s voice resounded through a spiritual transmission:
“Esmor! Aric! Assist Victor Ashenvale—kill Ethan!”
The two Half-Step Supremes reacted instantly.
Esmor’s eyes glinted. “Let’s go.”
The pair shot toward Ethan like two streaks of silver lightning—
—but three other streaks intercepted them.
Althea.
Magnus.
Zeon.
The trio appeared simultaneously, blocking the path.
Esmor halted mid-air, narrowing his eyes.
“Magnus?” he sneered. “You three wish to oppose the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?”
His voice dropped dangerously low as he swept his gaze across them.
“Think carefully. Fighting us means losing your lives.”
His eyes stopped on Althea.
His lips curled into a smirk.
“Especially you, beautiful girl. Tell me—what’s your name?”
He glanced sideways at his partner.
Aric understood.
A/N:
Hey everyone! Just a quick update about the Extra chapters.
I’ve adjusted the gift-to-chapter system to something more manageable for me so I can keep writing consistently without burning out.