God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 364
Chapter 364: Chapter 364
Drake Supreme’s expression twisted in terror the moment he sensed Asher’s killing intent locking onto him. He didn’t hesitate—not even for a breath. His body turned into a streak of blue light as he fled.
But he had barely moved when—
“Old Demon Drake, where are you going?”
A calm, faint voice whispered behind him.
Drake’s heart stopped.
He turned stiffly—
Asher was standing directly behind him, hands clasped behind his back, smiling as if amused by a child’s tantrum.
“Blood Marquis,” Drake growled, spiritual energy surging, “don’t go too far!”
He instantly activated his strongest defensive technique.
HOOOM—
Dark blue spiritual energy erupted, nearly black in color, forming a massive watery sphere that wrapped around him like an impenetrable shell.
This was his trump card.
A defense that few Supremes could break.
“Go too far?”
Asher chuckled lightly.
With a flick of his fingers, the blood long sword returned to his hand, humming with murderous joy.
“Since when,” Asher said softly, “does the Blood Tavern need approval for its decisions?”
Before Drake could respond—
HUUUUUSH!!
A blood-red sword arc split across the sky, brilliant and terrifying, as if slicing open heaven and earth itself.
The blade descended.
CRACK—!!!
Drake’s defensive sphere, which could withstand several Supreme attacks, split like soft tofu. The sword ripped through it and smashed into Drake’s crossed arms.
BOOOOM!!
Drake flew backward like a meteor, smashing into the ground. His arms trembled violently, covered in deep, bleeding sword marks. His clothes were shredded, and dense red lines crisscrossed his entire body.
When the blood sword energy faded, he staggered to his feet, panting.
Asher descended lightly beside Ethan, smiling pleasantly.
“Everyone, how’s my technique? Pretty good, right?” he asked as if discussing cooking rather than slaughter.
“I merely gave you lot a small punishment,” Asher continued gently.
“If there’s a next time… I’ll kill you.”
Drake and the others clenched their fists, humiliation burning their faces.
A small punishment?!
They were seriously injured—bones fractured, spiritual energy trembling.
If they didn’t enter seclusion immediately, they wouldn’t recover their peak even in months.
Asher raised a brow, voice turning cold.
“Why are you still standing here? Do you think you’ve lived too long?”
“Hateful…”
River clutched his ribs, face pale, blood dripping from a long gash on his chest.
“Manager Drake… what now?”
Reed, equally battered, asked weakly,
“We can’t fight him. What should we do?”
Drake’s face was grim and pale.
“I didn’t expect the Blood Marquis to reach the Upper Supreme realm. In the entire Skyreach Territory, few can resist him. Today, we’ve hit an iron wall.”
He clenched his teeth.
“We withdraw.”
“But Manager—” River began.
“The three divine weapons—” Reed added miserably.
Drake glared at them.
“We will never give up on them. After I return, I’ll heal in seclusion. You two—send a message to headquarters immediately.”
“Yes!”
The two brothers nodded.
Everyone from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets gathered, limping and battered, then retreated toward Noble Sun City.
“Blood Marquis!” Drake shouted over his shoulder, forcing out a final threat.
“Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets will remember this insult!”
Asher waved lazily.
“Good. Remember it well. Maybe next time you won’t forget your pain.”
Then his gaze swept toward Jared Ashenvale and the others.
“If you don’t leave now…” Asher’s eyes narrowed, “…do you want to stay and train with me?”
Jared Ashenvale froze.
Rage burned in his eyes, but the fear of death smothered it.
“Ethan!” Jared snarled.
“My Ashenvale family will fight you to the death! Don’t expect the Blood Tavern to protect you forever!”
He turned and left.
The Thunderhall and Deepvale families looked at each other helplessly. They couldn’t provoke Asher. Not today.
“Ethan, consider yourself lucky,” Alex Thunderhall growled before leaving.
Anthony Deepvale spat a cold snort and followed.
The spectators, who had been watching from the cliffs and treetops, scattered instantly.
No one dared remain near the Blood Marquis.
Finally—
Silence descended upon the shattered valley.
Ethan released a long breath.
If Asher hadn’t come… escaping today would have demanded a serious price.
He stepped forward and cupped his hands.
“Senior, thank you for your help.”
“No need,” Asher waved. “Once you join the Blood Tavern, we’re family. No thanks needed.”
Then Asher turned toward Isolde Stonebridge and Jorath Ashmount.
“You two aren’t leaving?”
Isolde bowed gracefully.
“Senior Blood Marquis, I am Isolde Stonebridge, saint of the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.”
Jorath cupped his hands.
“And I am Jorath Ashmount.”
“We’re also from the Endless Mountains,” Isolde added, “but unlike the Ashenvale family, we hold no hostility toward Ethan.”
Asher nodded lightly.
“Good enough.”
Then he smiled broadly.
“Well then! Today’s nonsense is over. Let’s go home and drink until we drop! Meat, wine—plenty for everyone!”
Zeon blinked.
“Brother Asher is treating? That’s rare!”
Asher narrowed his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You implying I’m stingy?”
Zeon raised his hands helplessly.
“What if I am?”
“You brat—come here, I’ll teach you manners!”
“Nope! Wrong, wrong! Brother Asher, I’m wrong!”
Zeon hid behind Ethan, making everyone burst into laughter.
Latham walked over.
“All right, enough chaos. Let’s return to the city.”
“Agreed. Let’s go!”
But—
As Asher turned, his expression sharpened suddenly.
Ethan and Latham felt it too. Their faces tensed.
Spiritual energy—strong, numerous—approached from the horizon.
Althea’s eyes narrowed.
“They found me… after all,” she whispered.
Dozens of bright light spots appeared, growing larger and closer.
Soon, three massive flying boats descended from the sky, each equipped with two enormous luminous wings. All three were top-tier Immortal-grade skyships.
Twenty-six cultivators stood atop them, clearly from the same faction.
At the front, a man wearing silver armor and a black mask stepped forward. His long silver hair flowed like a waterfall, and his dark green eyes glowed with chilling depth.
His aura—
It was almost on par with Asher’s.
A Upper Supreme.
The man in silver armor looked at Asher, his eyebrows furrowed.