God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 707

The two guards wielded power that was truly formidable. As Perfect Supremes, their strength was in no way inferior to Wilford and his companions.

What exactly was the origin of this young man?

Amidst his brewing doubts, Tiberan felt a sudden spark of excitement. With two such formidable experts at their side, the Riverborn Clan might actually withstand this disaster.

"I offer my sincere thanks to my young friend for your help. May I be enlightened as to your honorable name, as well as the name of your companion?" Tiberan inquired.

"I am called Zeon. As for my friend, you may have heard of him. He is known as Ethan," Zeon replied with a smile.

"Eth... Ethan."

Tiberan felt his heart skip a beat. The name was indeed familiar to him.

After his daughter returned to the clan, Ryan had disclosed every detail regarding Althea and Ethan.

Back then, he had even exploded with rage at his daughter. Why would she settle for some insignificant brat who possessed no background whatsoever?

However, Althea possessed an even more stubborn disposition. She insisted she would rather perish than be wed to anyone aside from Ethan.

Later, she made the ambitious vow to restore the clan to glory through her own power. She had succeeded, successfully inheriting the clan's Ultimate Inheritance without failing his expectations.

Ultimately, he could not out-stubborn Althea and was forced to accept the bond between his daughter and this Ethan.

Subsequently, after consulting with the upper echelon of the clan, they resolved to stand by his daughter's resolve. Rather than live on their knees, they would choose to die standing while fighting for their future.

"This Young Master Zeon is actually friends with Ethan? Wasn't it said that the kid had no background?"

"Yet, to have someone with such an illustrious background risk so much for the Riverborn Clan, the connection between Ethan and Young Master Zeon must be profound. There is certainly more to him than meets the eye."

"Could my initial assessment have been entirely wrong?"

"Perhaps the Ethan that Althea never stops talking about is truly, as she claimed, a heaven-sent genius with limitless potential."

Just as Tiberan was lost in these thoughts, a frigid voice cut through the air.

"Let me see which insignificant scoundrel dares to meddle in our Moonfall Clan's business."

Lucien descended from the firmament. His hair flowed behind him, and his temperament was ethereal, with dense, crystallized ripples of divine energy radiating from his form.

At the sight of him, Zeon's brow furrowed.

"So this is the legendary Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan. A Perfect Supreme. Truly a heaven-sent genius. I wonder if my sister could best him," Zeon contemplated.

Lucien's eyes locked onto Zeon with a sneer.

"So it is merely an Upper Supreme piece of trash."

"Hehe, and in my opinion, you are nothing but an idiot," Zeon retorted.

"You are courting death!"

Lucien's expression shifted drastically.

"It seems my time in seclusion has been too long. Truly, any piece of trash now dares to act presumptuously before this Venerable."

"Kid, you should know that to end your life, I require but a single move."

Before his words fully faded, Lucien raised his hand and performed a light gesture.

A massive circular array materialized in the empty air. Two of Lucien's fingers surged from the center of the rune, growing to a colossal scale, while condensing terrifying, icy divine energy upon their tips.

In his current state, Zeon knew he was incapable of blocking such a strike.

"This Moonfall Clan has actually reached this level of development."

"It appears their family even harbors an expert who has already stepped into the Emperor Realm but has yet to reveal themselves. It seems I will be unable to resolve this today," Zeon thought.

Watching the gargantuan icy fingers plummeting from the sky, he shouted aloud.

"Big sis, save me!"

The moment his cry left his lips, two distinct voices echoed simultaneously.

"Insolent!"

"Halt!"

One was a man, and the other was a woman.

Zeon recognized the woman's voice as his older sister's. She had also journeyed to the White North Ice Field; though they were not traveling together, she was nearby and prepared to intervene at any moment.

As for the man's voice, he had truly not anticipated it.

While it felt somewhat familiar, he could not place it until he saw a bolt of cyan lightning tearing across the distant horizon.

That aura was growing increasingly recognizable.

Zeon's eyes widened in realization.

"Holy crap, no way? What a coincidence!" he mused.

The next instant, the icy fingers hovered directly before his face.

Boom.

A massive golden dragon and a razor-edged streak of cyan light arrived at the exact same moment.

The cyan light pierced through the icy fingers, and the gargantuan golden dragon instantly pulverized the fractured shards into dust.

As the debris settled, a woman clad in purple robes manifested before Zeon. She radiated a dignified, noble aura and possessed a devastating, peerless beauty.

Beside her stood the spot where the cyan light had struck. A long sword pulsed with silver radiance, its keen blade buried deep into the bluestone, emanating a fierce and piercing sword intent.

"A Perfect Supreme, a Golden Dragon of Destiny."

"Such a potent Golden Dragon of Destiny. It must be the destiny of the Great Verdant Lantern. This lady is the Eldest Princess of the Great Verdant, Liora."

"To think it would be her."

Lucien identified her immediately.

During his youth, he had visited the Imperial capital of the Great Verdant and chanced upon Liora once.

At the time, he had been completely enamored by her beauty and grace. He had privately vowed to cultivate until he became a peerless expert, then travel to the Great Verdant Emperor to request her hand in marriage.

He had originally intended to do so only after the Moonfall Clan conquered the White North Ice Field. He never imagined Liora would reappear before him in such an unexpected manner.

Still, was this not also a form of destiny?

Swoosh.

The sound of tearing winds echoed from the horizon.

In a fleeting moment, Ethan stood before everyone. His hair and garments fluttered wildly in the gale. His pitch-black eyes were deep and tranquil, resembling an ancient well, betraying no sign of joy, anger, or sorrow.

He extended his hand. The sword below let out a sharp hum and returned to his grasp in a flash.

"And who might you be?" Lucien demanded chillingly.

Ethan ignored him completely, opting to scan the surroundings instead.

His gaze fixed upon Liora and Zeon. He had to admit that fate worked in truly mysterious ways.

To encounter Zeon in the distant White North Ice Field—and to find his sister, the Eldest Princess of the Great Verdant, Liora, there as well.

A genuine, undisputed Proud Daughter of Heaven.

"It has been only two or three years since we last parted, yet Liora has already ascended to the Perfect Supreme realm. Such a massive leap in cultivation is truly terrifying."

Ethan observed Liora from head to toe. Not only was her strength immense.