"Even Bram—his skills were inferior to others. He deserved to die!"

Ethan's voice rang out coldly, each word carrying killing intent.

"But you colluded together and attacked my Blood Tavern. Today—"

"I will send you to hell!"

The moment his voice fell, the Eight Trigrams diagram beneath everyone's feet accelerated violently.

Boom—!

The suppressive force inside the Boundless Intent World exploded like a collapsing heaven.

Crackling sounds rang out.

Except for the three Upper Supremes, every other Supreme spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, their bodies trembling as they were slammed to the ground.

They couldn't even stand.

They couldn't even resist.

This was no longer suppression—it was absolute domination.

At that moment, Ethan transformed into a streak of white lightning.

His arms extended forward as the holy-grade weapon Desolation-Annihilating Sword appeared in his hands.

The instant the black long sword manifested, boundless sword intent surged outward.

It poured down from the sky like a torrential rainstorm—dense, violent, unending.

Sword intent flowed like a raging river.

Whoosh!

In a single breath, the defensive barriers painstakingly erected by the Inferior and Intermediate Supremes were shredded apart.

Spiritual shields collapsed.

Armor cracked.

Formations shattered.

Then—

The sword intent descended.

Even with spiritual weapons and protective armor, they could not withstand such tyrannical sharpness.

In the blink of an eye, they were torn open.

Their robes were shredded, blood spraying everywhere, their bodies riddled with deep wounds as if they had been dragged through a forest of blades.

"Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell—open!"

Malrik roared desperately, coughing blood as he flung several more drops of essence into the air.

The palm-sized turtle shell expanded violently, transforming into an enormous green shell that descended like a dome, shielding the remaining Supremes.

Ethan's brows furrowed slightly.

His gaze landed on the turtle shell.

Dark golden light flowed across its surface. Ancient characters flickered faintly.

"That's an artifact," Ethan said, surprised.

Then he sneered.

"But it's incomplete. And without divine power—its limits are obvious."

This half turtle shell…

Belonged to him.

The next instant, Ethan vanished.

He reappeared directly above the Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell.

Raising one arm, he swung the Desolation-Annihilating Sword down without hesitation.

A silver arc bloomed.

Like a half crescent moon suspended in the darkness.

Stab—!

The sword struck the turtle shell.

A deafening screech erupted as sparks burst outward, illuminating the void.

The silver sword light spread, expanding slowly, inexorably, like time itself being stretched.

Malrik and the others gritted their teeth, pouring power into the artifact, barely blocking the terrifying blade.

But—

The Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell's coverage was limited.

Only River, Drake Supreme, Carlos Vernal, and Seth Vernal stood within its protection.

The rest—

Were exposed.

Even as they screamed and unleashed every trump card they possessed, it was futile.

Their strength was heavily suppressed in the Boundless Intent World.

Not even one-third of their peak strength remained.

Their defenses were fragile as tofu.

The silver sword light swept through them effortlessly.

Eyes widened.

Bodies stiffened.

Their pupils dilated as disbelief, unwillingness, and regret froze on their faces.

If they could start over—

They would never have stepped into this abyss.

But this world offered no second chances.

Ethan hovered in the air, Desolation-Annihilating Sword in hand, watching calmly as more than a dozen Supreme bodies were severed cleanly at the waist.

Upper bodies slid off.

Blood erupted like rain.

Vitality extinguished instantly.

Each of them—

A being capable of founding a first-class force.

Yet none could block a single strike.

"Disintegrate."

Ethan's thought moved.

The Boundless Intent World shattered instantly.

Reality returned.

Malrik and the others gasped for breath, staggering as pressure vanished.

Their faces were pale with fury.

Even protected by the turtle shell, they had suffered severe internal injuries.

But not fatal.

They could still fight.

The Blood Marquis and the others looked up.

Corpses rained down from the sky.

They counted.

Eight.

Only eight Supremes remained from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets alliance.

In a single clash—

Ethan had slain fourteen.

The Blood Marquis burst into laughter.

"Good heavens," Asher said loudly.

"I can no longer fathom your current strength!"

Callum stared at Ethan in shock.

"This… this is terrifying," he muttered.

"If this man survives, he might truly open the path to the Emperor Realm one day."

Rain slowly unclenched her fists pressed against her chest.

Seeing Ethan stand unharmed, her heart finally settled.

"Brother Ethan…" she whispered.

Lana, dressed in purple, glanced sideways, her eyes shining.

"Sister Rain," she asked softly, "do you think I still have a chance?"

Solara smiled brightly and suddenly shouted, "Daddy!"

Ethan laughed.

"Solara. Don't worry," he said gently.

"Just watch your dad teach these bullies a lesson."

Three figures descended and landed behind him.

Zeon.

Magnus.

Atlas Ashmount.

Atlas stared at the battlefield, eyes wide, breath catching in his throat.

Corpses everywhere.

Supreme corpses.

He then looked at Drake Supreme and the others, his heart trembling violently.

With one encounter—

Ethan had slaughtered over a dozen Supremes.

Even the three Upper Supremes were severely injured, their auras chaotic and unstable.

Atlas steadied himself and asked cautiously, "Is… is this the end?"

"It was only a small test," Ethan replied lightly, smiling.

"Holy Lord Atlas, what do you think?"

Atlas fell silent.

Then he sighed deeply.

"I am ashamed," he said honestly.

"Mr. Ethan's strength far surpasses my imagination."

Relief flooded his heart.

Fortunately—

He had chosen submission.

Otherwise, Heavenly Lake would have been his grave.

Ethan hadn't exaggerated.

He truly intended to cleanse Skyreach Territory.

And he didn't need anyone's help.

This land—

Was about to change.

"Atlas Ashmount!"

Drake Supreme roared angrily, his face twisted.

"Haha—Holy Lord of the Endless Mountains!" he shouted.

"You've become Ethan's dog?!"

"Today he can destroy us. Tomorrow he can erase your Endless Mountains Holy Land!"

"Turn back while there's still time—join us!"

Atlas laughed coldly.

"Old ghost Drake, is your brain broken?"

"I'm not blind," Atlas said calmly.

"I know who's strong and who's weak."

"And Mr. Ethan is not a despicable schemer like you."

"I believe in Mr. Ethan's commitment and character."

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