God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 706

So long as they disregarded their reputation, they could roam the White North Ice Field with immunity. Had that wretched Star of Calamity not manifested, they would never have bothered launching a campaign against the Riverborn Clan.

"A camel, even when starving, remains larger than a horse. Regardless of their current decline, the Riverborn Clan is still an ancient power."

"Even a lion exerts its full power when hunting a rabbit."

"Do not lose sight of the fact that, centuries ago, the Riverborn Clan stood at the pinnacle of all ancient clans," the Fourth Elder cautioned.

"That was eons ago. The Riverborn Clan of today is nothing more than a gathering of garbage."

"Enough. Let us conclude this promptly to ensure no complications arise," Helena replied, casting a side-eyed glance at Wilford.

"We shall defer to Fourth Sister then. A swift end it is," Wilford agreed.

As his ice awl dissipated, a silver longsword appeared in its place. Jason followed suit, summoning his own Spiritual Weapon. Both blades were of High Holy Grade. Fully awakening their bloodline potential, Wilford and Jason activated their Ancestral Patterns, driving their divine power to its absolute threshold.

"Fourth Sister, leave Tiberan to us. Go assist the rest in shattering the Riverborn Clan's final blockade," Wilford directed.

"Understood. Be cautious, both of you. Do not grow complacent."

"Rest easy. At this intensity, Tiberan can survive for another quarter of an hour, at most."

"After fifteen minutes, his death will be inevitable," Wilford declared with immense confidence.

Just as Wilford and Jason surged toward Tiberan, a streak of gold light shot upward from below. Clang. With a sharp resonance, their combined attack was intercepted by a single figure. Zeon, wielding his sword with both hands, was repelled by the overwhelming force. He skidded through the air for dozens of feet before coming to a stop atop a massive boulder on the mountain peak.

"Truly, the reputation of Perfect Supremes is justified. Even with all my strength, blocking a single strike is an immense struggle," Zeon muttered, wiping blood from his lip. He stood before Tiberan, his golden longsword glowing with formidable divine force. Although Zeon had received his family's legacy and experienced a massive surge in power recently, he had only just reached the Upper Supreme realm and his foundation remained somewhat unstable. Merely by going all out and utilizing his Divine Artifact, he had barely managed to deflect their initial attack. Even then, the impact had rattled his organs, leaving him with severe internal damage. A second strike would surely claim his life.

Despite these injuries, Zeon seemed unconcerned. He quickly swallowed two restorative pills, sensing his internal damage rapidly mending. "Might I ask who you are, young friend?" Tiberan queried.

"The Eldest Miss of your Riverborn Clan is a peer of an old friend of mine. As the saying goes, a friend of a friend deserves support. Seeing the Riverborn Clan face such disaster while passing through, how could I simply walk away?" Zeon replied with a slight smile.

"A friend?" Tiberan was dumbfounded. What sort of connection could drive someone to risk certain death to save him? It seemed almost surreal.

"Young friend, I am deeply moved by your spirit. But the Moonfall Clan has descended with overwhelming might, and every member is terrifyingly strong. You are only an Upper Supreme, and you have sustained grave internal wounds..."

"These are merely minor injuries. I can handle them myself. Be at peace, Clan Head Tiberan; I am not fighting alone," Zeon reassured him.

Before his words could drift away, Wilford and Jason charged again. "Damn it. I was wondering who had arrived, but it is just a piece of Upper Supreme trash. No wonder he managed to catch our blades; he was banking on the Divine Artifact in his grasp," Wilford sneered. "I care little for your identity. Interfering in the affairs of the Moonfall Clan is a death sentence. Brat, hand over your life." Jason thrust his longsword directly at Zeon's throat.

"Insolent." Two deep, muffled voices resonated in perfect unison. Zeon’s bodyguards appeared instantly to block the assault, their palms emitting power that sent both Wilford and Jason reeling.

"Peak Perfect Supremes." Wilford and Jason realized the situation instantly. The combat prowess of these cloaked figures was definitely not inferior to their own, perhaps even superior. "Who goes there? Why meddle in the affairs of the Moonfall Clan?" Wilford demanded.

"No particular reason. I merely drew my sword because I could not ignore an injustice," Zeon said with a laugh. "Let us all do each other a favor and cease this fighting today."- "You yellow-haired brat, did anyone invite your input?" Wilford bellowed.

"Insolent." Zeon’s bodyguards spoke again, cold and sharp. James and John—whom Zeon affectionately dubbed Uncle White and Uncle Black—launched their palms simultaneously. Terrifying golden divine power coalesced into massive palm prints, sending Wilford flying back thirty feet. "These two old monsters are powerful." Wilford’s complexion soured.

At that moment, Glacien, who had been observing from the rear, arrived with a flash of light. Standing before Wilford with his hands locked behind his back, he scrutinized Uncle Black and Uncle White before turning his gaze toward Zeon. A youngling at the Upper Supreme realm carrying a Divine Artifact, flanked by two formidable Perfect Supremes? His background had to be extraordinary. "Could this youth be the fated Star of Calamity for my Moonfall Clan?" Glacien contemplated silently.

"May I inquire as to the honorable name and origins of our young friend? Speak, and perhaps we are acquainted," he requested.

"Clan Head Glacien, you think too much. We share no common bond," Zeon replied dismissively. Wilford frowned, clearly annoyed by the arrogance of this junior. "Since you refuse to declare your origins, young friend, I am forced to treat you as an enemy."

"Believe whatever pleases you. We were never friends, to begin with," Zeon said, gesturing with nonchalant indifference. "Hmph. You invite destruction." Glacien gave a cold snort. "Great Elder, Commander, the three of us shall unite to handle these two old goats. Let us bring this to a swift conclusion."

"And what of Tiberan?"

"Let Fourth Sister restrain him. As for this arrogant brat, leave him to Lucien," Glacien sneered. "Agreed," Wilford nodded. Nearby, Helena turned her attention back to Tiberan. Tiberan stared in astonishment, overwhelmed that this youth possessed not only a Divine Artifact but also such powerful personal protection.