"Look for an opening to counterattack. If we strike together at the right moment, we can kill Ethan!"

Galen's voice trembled with suppressed excitement.

He felt it.

The weakening edge of Ethan's scythe.

The diminishing radiance of the flame.

"Victor Ashenvale, this scythe is losing power fast. Ethan ends here!"

He clenched his thunder spear, determination flashing across his face.

Ethan's slash was indeed terrifying. Terrifying enough to force two Supremes to burn blood essence. Terrifying enough to crack their defenses.

But a technique that powerful must consume an astronomical amount of energy.

Galen thought he had misjudged earlier.

But now— Now everything made sense.

Once this attack ended, Ethan would have nothing left.

Two choices awaited him:

Run. Or die.

"Ethan should be completely drained. Let's finish him now with one strike!"

"And don't let him run! That brat is too slippery!"

Victor Ashenvale scoffed. "I don't need you to tell me!"

He hated hearing orders from someone who had only entered the Supreme Realm due to sheer luck. To him, Galen was a child who stumbled his way into power.

After killing Ethan, Victor fully intended to visit the City Lord's Mansion and have a chat with certain people. Conveniently.

Meanwhile— Ethan watched the fading flames on his Moonflood Scythe.

He frowned slightly.

"As expected of Supremes… One scythe won't take them down."

He tightened his grip.

"Looks like I'll have to go all out."

The next instant—

HOOOOOM—

The golden steam around him erupted, becoming thick enough to distort the very air around him.

His hair billowed wildly, robes snapping in the scorching wind. A golden arc crackled across his body—alive, rotating around him like an orbiting sun fragment.

Victor Ashenvale and Galen froze.

Their pupils shrank violently.

Ethan's aura— had risen again.

"What… what is this?!"

"There's no way! He hasn't weakened at all—he's getting stronger!"

Ethan didn't respond.

His mind moved.

"Onyx. Increase."

The black liquid spread instantly from his heart, crawling across his neck, coating half his face in sinister markings. His right eye darkened, swallowing light, while the left gleamed like molten sun.

His aura exploded.

Tripled.

The ground trembled. Space twisted.

The valley shuddered as if some ancient demon god had awakened.

Ethan rolled his shoulders slowly.

"What a wonderful feeling."

The crisp crack of his joints echoed like small detonations.

At that moment, everyone who felt his aura turned pale.

Even distant spectators felt their hearts seized by fear.

If moments ago Ethan could barely match a late-stage Inferior Supreme…

Now?

Now his combat power climbed directly to the peak of Inferior Supreme.

Enough to kill both Supremes standing before him.

Victor Ashenvale's face twisted with horror.

"This Ethan is a monster!"

Galen didn't dare breathe.

Before they could react—

BOOM!

The Skyfire Shield shattered into dust.

CRACK—BOOM!

The Thunder Bowl exploded violently, scattering lightning like shattered stars.

Their combined defenses were finally undone by the lingering power of Ethan's scythe technique.

Though the scythe light had faded, the backlash still hit them like an iron hammer.

Victor Ashenvale and Galen were flung through the air like broken arrows, sliding dozens of meters before they managed to stabilize themselves.

Pu!

Both spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Ashen-faced.

Trembling.

Their expressions looked as though they had swallowed an entire chamber pot's worth of filth. Sheer humiliation.

The battle paused.

But the outcome was clear to everyone watching.

Ethan held the advantage. Completely.

A Seventh Turn Nirvana cultivator… Suppressing two Supremes by himself.

This era's understanding of physical cultivation shattered into dust.

Even ancient legends rarely spoke of such feats.

At this moment, Ethan was dazzling—blindingly radiant.

No genius in Skyreach Territory could compare.

No prodigy dared call themselves peerless in front of him.

.....

Althea's gaze was fixed on Ethan.

Her chest tightened with emotion.

Her eyes shimmered, filled with pride and excitement that she couldn't conceal.

"Junior Brother Ethan…"

Her lips curved slightly.

In her heart, nothing could surpass this feeling.

"With his talent, even among my Riverborn clan—even combining every ancient clan in Oceanreach—few, if any, could match him."

Meanwhile, Zeon stared blankly at Ethan's soaring aura.

"...I thought I was a genius."

He gulped hard.

"But Brother Ethan's talent… even in our Verdant Lantern Empire, he'd rank top three…"

He paused.

Then shook his head.

"No. That's wrong."

He exhaled sharply and corrected himself.

"He'd be first. Definitely first. No one can compare."

He turned and looked at Magnus.

"Magnus, didn't you challenge Brother Ethan before? Go on, now's your chance."

"…"

Magnus stared at him blankly.

Challenge Ethan now?

Was he insane?

"Compared to Brother Ethan… No, compared with someone like him, we're truly nothing."

Magnus exhaled deeply.

"But people like Ethan appear once in a thousand years. There's no need for us to feel inferior. As long as we do our best and walk our path… that's enough."

He smiled faintly—admirably calm.

Zeon snorted.

"Who feels inferior?"

He crossed his arms arrogantly—

Then suddenly clenched his shirt between his teeth and trembled.

"Oh heavens… why is Brother Ethan so strong?! Suddenly the spiritual marrow and heavenly treasures in my ring feel worthless!"

Magnus replied immediately: "If it doesn't feel good, give some to me?"

"Beautiful dream. If you can beat me, I'll give you a Spiritual Heart Stone."

"Haha! Then get it ready!"

While the two bickered—

A group arrived at the battlefield.

Their presence immediately shifted the atmosphere.

Six figures wearing matching uniforms.

Their aura—uniform, sharp, and oppressive.

Everyone instantly recognized them.

Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

Two Inferior Supremes.

Three half-step Supremes.

And a Mahayana realm.

A terrifying lineup.

And this wasn't even their true full strength.

Rumor had it their Pavilion Master—an Inferior Supreme Peak—had been in seclusion for decades and was about to break into Intermediate Supreme.

Meanwhile other forces refrained from mobilizing all their manpower.

Myriad Treasures Pavilion only sent Latham; their other two Supremes were guarding their domains.

One remained in the northern branch, and the other stationed at Noble Sun City.

The other one is guarding the pavilion in Noble Sun City.

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Extra chapters

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200 power stones - 2 Extra chapters

Massage Chair - 1 Extra chapters

Luxury Car - 2 Extra Chapters

Dragon - 5 Extra Chapters

Magic Castle - 15 Extra Chapters

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