God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 348
Chapter 348: Chapter 348
“Shadowstep Through the Clouds!”
Aric’s voice erupted like thunder.
His figure blurred—no, it fractured—splitting into countless afterimages that flickered across the sky like streaks of distorted lights. His speed surged past the limits of normal vision, leaving shimmering echoes behind each footstep.
In a flash—
He pierced straight through Althea, Magnus, and Zeon’s blockade.
Zeon’s expression collapsed.
“fk—what kind of movement technique level is that?!”
He looked back only to see Aric already a hundred meters away, the distance growing with every heartbeat.
Magnus didn’t even look.
“Leave him. The three of us must keep Esmor occupied—Brother Ethan is dealing with the real threat!”
He ripped the heavy sword from his back, aura erupting, and swung with a ferocious downward arc at Esmor.
Zeon unleashed a flurry of formation compasses and shining spiritual weapons—each bursting with thunderous force.
Althea’s eyes gleamed sharply.
“Bloodline Secret Technique!”
Golden radiance burst from her back—
A pair of magnificent golden wings unfurled, each feather shimmering like divine metal.
Her cultivation rose instantly.
From first turn Mahayana… to fifth turn… to Ninth turn…
In an instant, she stood at the Ninth Turn Mahayana, her bloodline awakened for the second time—the power roaring like an ancient heaven beast.
Esmor’s pupils contracted.
This woman… This monstrous woman…
A half-step Supreme like him could not afford to take this lightly.
Magnus and Zeon were already Ninth Turn Mahayana, and now Althea’s bloodline had pushed her even higher than before.
Facing the three of them head-on… couldn’t be underestimated at all.
Esmor snorted coldly. “Very well… Let me witness the might of the Blood Tavern!”
He unleashed his full momentum, clashing with the three as shockwaves burst in every direction.
…..
In the valley’s center.
Ethan stood calmly atop a fallen tree trunk.
His scythe and sword glowed with faint, ominous light.
He watched Victor Ashenvale with mild curiosity, as if observing a predictable result.
The massive ancestral phantom behind Victor towered like a giant mountain.
The same secret technique Karl Ashenvale once used— But Victor’s was far, far stronger.
Karl could barely summon a Supreme phantom.
Victor had summoned a fully materialized Intermediate Supreme phantom.
Ethan grinned faintly.
“Not bad. Come.”
No fear.
Not even tension.
Just that familiar wild gleam.
Galen, exhausted and pale, struggled to regulate his chaotic energy not far away.
Belle Thunderhall, meanwhile, emitted a suffocating wave of sword intent—her aura spiking. She was ready to unleash her strongest strike.
“Ethan!” Belle’s eyes burned with hatred.
“The next attack—between me and that old Ashenvale dog—will send you straight to hell!”
She tossed her long sword into the air—
It spun, humming, absorbing the the spiritual energy as she slit open her right palm.
Slash—!
Blood flowed freely.
“Blood Essence—BURNNNN!”
Her blood splattered onto the suspended sword.
Instantly, the long sword devoured the blood, its blade bursting into a blinding cyan lotus bloom. Sword intent flooded the sky above Ethan, suffocating and oppressive.
The ground below cracked under the descending pressure.
The rocks turned to dust. Trees were sliced in half by the mere presence of the sword intent.
But Ethan… did not move.
Not even the golden steam around him scattered.
Belle Thunderhall breathed sharply, pupils widening in excitement.
“It’s done. Blue Lotus Flowing Blade—Kill!”
Her finger traced downward.
The long sword dropped like a divine executioner’s judgment— A massive, cyan blade of condensed power screaming toward Ethan.
At the same time—
Victor Ashenvale’s ancestor phantom roared, lifting a colossal golden palm.
Its surface rippled with ancient symbols, each containing crushing might.
This was the final attack— The strongest blow the Victor Ashenvale could muster.
Victor’s voice trembled with madness: “Die, Ethan!”
Ethan slowly sheathed the sword he held.
His aura condensed, calming like a lake without ripples.
Around him, time seemed to still.
Even Aric, who had finally arrived and positioned himself behind Ethan, paused for half a breath before drawing his bow.
A violet arrow appeared at full draw.
“Go!”
Aric released it—
A streak of shimmering violet tore the sky, aimed straight at Ethan’s back.
His strongest killing move—not to kill Ethan, but to ruin Ethan’s stance and timing.
“Withdraw,” Esmor’s voice sounded in Aric’s ear.
His mission was done.
The two lethal attacks above Ethan—Belle’s cyan lotus sword and the ancestor’s falling golden palm—
combined with Aric’s unexpected violet arrow from behind…
Three deadly forces. Three devastating angles.
Space around Ethan cracked apart.
Reality collapsed inward.
The valley quaked as if about to collapse entirely.
Wind howled against Ethan’s clothes and hair.
But his face remained utterly calm.
When the massive attacks were moments from hitting—
Ethan opened his eyes.
A faint starry glow ignited in his gaze.
“Nine Emperors Dao Body.”
Deep within him, the tiny Emperor Star prototype lit up for the first time— pulsing with the starry power of the stars.
A torrent of star power coursed through Ethan’s limbs.
“The laws of heaven and earth.”
Ethan’s body expanded.
Muscles and bones surged. His entire figure grew, enlarging into a towering, overwhelming presence—
“Celestial Prism Dharma Body!”
His shout shook the air.
A giant shadow burst outward, wrapping around him—
A towering dharma body formed of transparent, multicolored glass.
Smooth as jade.
Radiant.
Divine.
Golden streams of star power ran across its surface, Empowered by the Nine Emperors Dao Body.
Victor Ashenvale froze.
“This is… the dharma body of a physical cultivator…?!”
Belle scoffed. “Hmph. So what? A Nirvana Realm dharma body can’t possibly withstand the combined attack of two Supremes!”
But her voice trembled.
Then—
BOOOOOM!!!!!!
Three attacks struck the Celestial Prism Dharma Body simultaneously.
The valley collapsed.
A mushroom of colorful light exploded outward. Space shattered around Ethan.
The entire mountain range trembled.
For a moment—nothing could be seen.
Even Latham frowned.
“…Ethan’s aura vanished… Did he fall?”
He refused to accept it and searched again.
Victor Ashenvale threw his head back and laughed hysterically.
“Hahaha!! Ethan’s aura is gone! He’s dead! DEAD!!”
His whole body trembled in triumph, eyes glazed with manic ecstasy.
“Huh… just die.”