"So fast!"

Milo's pupils trembled violently.

This time, he failed to react.

When Ethan's figure finally became clear in his vision, the man was already standing at his side—as if space itself had folded.

"If you want to stop His Royal Highness the Holy Son, you must get through me first!"

Milo roared, his voice hoarse, forcing every remaining drop of bloodline power to surge. Demonic patterns blazed like living fire, and his wings trembled as he twisted his body, launching a desperate counterattack.

But Ethan did not even look at him.

He passed by like a gust of wind.

A silent gust.

"Pfft—!"

Milo spat out a mouthful of thick blue blood. His body stiffened, the strength in his limbs evaporating in an instant as he staggered helplessly in the air.

"How… how can this be…?"

His gaze lowered subconsciously.

At the center of his chest, there was a hole the size of a fist.

Clean. Neat. Terrifying.

At this moment, the position where his heart should have been… was empty.

Only then did Milo understand.

Just now—just for an instant—when Ethan brushed past him, a palm had pierced his chest and torn his heart free.

Ethan stood a short distance away, a faint red glow illuminating his palm.

A heart.

Milo's heart.

It still beat powerfully, thumping with terrifying vitality, as if unwilling to accept death.

Without even glancing at it, Ethan's fingers tightened.

Crack.

The heart shattered into fragments of flesh and blood, vitality dissipating like smoke.

Milo's pupils dilated.

His consciousness began to drift, darkness swallowing his vision inch by inch.

Cold.

Hopeless.

He had believed that by burning his essence, sacrificing his soul, and activating the bloodline forbidden technique, he could at least stand on the same stage as Ethan.

Now he understood.

That belief had been nothing more than arrogance.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well mistaking moonlight for the sky.

The gap between them was immeasurable.

Milo's body fell stiffly from the air, swallowed by the murderous tide below, vanishing without a trace.

Ethan did not stop.

The moment Milo fell, Ethan's figure flashed again, charging straight toward Luca.

Roslyn and the remaining two elites reacted instantly, rushing forward to intercept him.

Three Mahayana experts attacked together, unleashing their strongest techniques without reservation.

Yet Ethan's expression did not change in the slightest.

He rushed straight through them.

Their attacks pierced his body—

And passed through.

"What?!"

"Afterimage?!"

Roslyn's face changed drastically. She turned around in horror.

Only then did she realize that Ethan was already above Luca, less than one foot away.

"Ethan!"

Luca raised his head, eyes bloodshot, roaring with all the hatred and unwillingness in his soul.

"Don't think you can kill me today!"

At this moment, he had no retreat left.

Luca slapped his own chest violently.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out and splashed onto the Heavenly Net Demonic Pearl.

"Go!"

"Suppress him for me!"

Luca roared madly, pouring his remaining will into the pearl.

The Heavenly Net Demonic Pearl trembled violently.

A terrifying purple radiance erupted, space itself warping as the pearl shot forward like a falling star.

At the same time, a blue scythe appeared in Ethan's hand.

The scythe's edge shimmered like a crescent moon hanging in the void.

A chilling, desolate intent spread instantly, as if the night itself had been cut open.

Ethan slid his fingers slowly across the blade.

Blue-gray flames ignited, burning fiercely.

The Pure Azure Flame—original spiritual fire born from the fusion of four spiritual flames—roared to life.

Ethan lifted his gaze, calm and indifferent, looking at the purple demonic pearl rushing toward him.

The Heavenly Net Demonic Pearl unleashed a beam of violet light.

That beam tore space apart, carrying unstoppable might as it shot straight toward Ethan's brow.

"The Boundless Moon-Severing Scythe."

"Moon Void Slash."

Ethan stepped forward.

The world seemed to freeze.

Then—

A flaming scythe arc split the night sky.

The sound was like glass shattering.

Space fractured, collapsed, and repaired itself in the blink of an eye.

The violet beam was cut apart cleanly, severed mid-flight.

Ethan's figure turned into a streak of light.

He passed through Luca.

Pure Azure Flame burned silently along the scythe.

Behind Ethan, Luca's pupils trembled.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

For a brief moment, Luca did not move.

Then—

His head slid slowly from his shoulders.

His body fell stiffly from the air.

In his hand, he still clutched a talisman.

The last of the three sword talismans his master had given him—an weapon capable of severely injuring an Ultimate Supreme.

But he had never had the chance to use it.

Luca's vision darkened completely.

Disbelief, resentment, and unwillingness froze on his face.

"How could I… fall…"

"On the eve of the demon clan's revival…"

"Why…"

"Why… you, a mere human… could kill… me…"

His voice faded.

Life stopped.

Ethan waved his hand.

Azure flames surged outward like a tidal wave.

Roslyn and the remaining elites screamed in despair as the terrifying fire engulfed them.

Their bodies twisted, collapsed, and turned into ashes within breaths.

When the flames subsided, nothing remained.

Ethan's consciousness moved.

Dozens of storage rings floated toward him.

"Thank you for the gifts."

Ethan smiled faintly.

He put them away and turned, disappearing into the crimson night.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the jade token at his waist, judging Elara's direction.

.....

Far away.

Deep within the BlackSpire Mountains.

Beneath the Demon Ancestor Altar.

An empty bronze hall lay in silence.

Bronze lamps flickered, their light dim and unsteady. Massive copper pillars encircled the hall, carved with ancient reliefs depicting a single, repeating scene—demons kneeling beneath a towering ancestral shadow.

At the center stood a round platform.

A man in black-and-red robes sat cross-legged atop it.

His long hair draped over his shoulders, obscuring much of his face.

Suddenly—

His eyes snapped open.

Sharp features emerged from the shadows. Purple pupils gleamed with an eerie, oppressive light.

He frowned.

Slowly, he raised his hand.

Three soul jades appeared before him.

The one in the center—Luca's.

Cracks spread rapidly across all three.

Click.

They shattered.

Fragments fell into his palm.

Silence reigned.

Then—

"Why did Luca die?"

His voice was low, heavy with disbelief.

Purple light surged from his hand as he closed his eyes, searching.

The next instant—

His expression twisted.

"Who… is it?!"

The man could no longer hold his nerve and roared angrily as a terrifying wave of air spread outward.

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