God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 710

Frightening shockwaves erupted instantly, devastating the terrain beneath them.

Lucien retreated from the radiant mist.

He lifted his palm, causing dense, frigid divine power to coalesce rapidly.

A moment later, this icy divine energy fractured into thousands of keen threads, surging outward amidst a flurry of wind and snow.

The luminous mist was cleared away in an instant, exposing Ethan to view.

"The Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan, truly remarkable."

Ethan inspected his arm. During their brief clash of palms, the icy divine energy Lucien unleashed had left his hand and limb frozen stiff.

"Ethan, that you managed to withstand a move from this Supreme while only at the Upper Supreme realm is enough to warrant your pride."

"With this next maneuver, I will shatter your limbs," Lucien declared, his expression radiating the innate haughtiness of a superior.

"Hehe, even your late Seventh Elder dared not address me in such a manner. You, a Perfect Supreme whose own foundation is barely stable, possess the audacity to boast so brazenly?"

With a mere thought from Ethan, the Pure Azure Flame erupted.

The pale blue fire instantly thawed the frost encrusting his arm.

"It actually neutralized my icy divine power. That is an Original Spiritual Fire."

Lucien’s brow furrowed slightly. Original Spiritual Flames were by no means foreign to him.

What stood out was that Ethan’s flame could actively consume his icy essence. Those pale azure fires were certainly no ordinary Original Spiritual Fire.

"An Original Spiritual Fire, is it? Let me see if it can withstand this upcoming strike," Lucien scoffed.

The icy divine power radiating from his palm intensified dramatically.

"I have no need to employ my Original Spiritual Fire to handle someone like you," Ethan remarked with a smirk, his tone layered with untraceable arrogance.

Terrifying sword intent manifested instantly.

The blade in Ethan’s grip erupted with a brilliant silver light.

Rather than adopting a defensive stance, he lunged forward. He moved with the velocity of a lightning strike, his long sword carving a radiant silver arc through the night like a streaking meteor.

"You dare to seize the initiative and attack? You are courting annihilation," Lucien snorted, fury crossing his features.

Ethan’s realm was significantly lower than his own.

Instead of bracing for a defense, Ethan had the gall to confront his strike head-on.

A blatant act of defiance he found deeply humiliating.

Ignoring the taunts entirely, Ethan slashed his blade directly into the incoming assault.

No retreat. No hesitation. He carved a horizontal path.

The blade forged a crescent moon of energy that cleaved through the thousands of threads of icy divine power.

Immediately, the sword whirled in Ethan’s hand. The blade’s aura expanded like a full moon, continuing to dismantle Lucien’s technique.

The net of icy energy was severed in two.

One half dissipated into the sky.

The rest plummeted toward the earth.

"How can this be?"

Watching Ethan charge straight through his defense, Lucien’s composure faltered.

Ethan’s divine power was immensely profound, and his swordsmanship was far too lethal. How had he accomplished this?

Could it be that this man was concealing his true cultivation realm?

He refused to accept being suppressed by an inferior. From his youth until this hour, through endless confrontations, he had always been the one to defy his level. The reverse was unheard of.

"Falling Autumn Leaves."

Ethan had already closed the distance to Lucien. Still spinning the sword, he abruptly halted the blade, gripped the hilt backhanded, and struck toward Lucien’s neck.

The strike was abrupt and lethal. It held the chilling, murderous intent of late autumn, triggering an involuntary tremor in anyone watching.

Overwhelming sword intent cascaded down onto Lucien like a sudden downpour.

"Scram!" Lucien bellowed in rage.

He withdrew one hand and thrust his remaining palm toward Ethan. The massive Ice Dragon manifestation behind him extended its claw in perfect rhythmic synchronization.

Ethan felt a bone-numbing chill brush his cheek. He yanked the sword back, pivoted in mid-air, and dodged right, immediately unleashed another horizontal sweep.

"Moon-Devouring Slash."

The brilliant blade cut through the void, severing the Ice Dragon's claw entirely.

Lucien’s main body suffered a brief backlash. His brows knitted together, and ire boiled within him.

"Ethan, you have pushed me past my limit!"

"Great Extinction Frost Palm!"

Lucien rapidly condensed icy divine power into his palm, revealing a deep blue sigil.

Bang.

A gargantuan icy palm carrying unstoppable force surged forward. The velocity generated a piercing sonic boom, tearing spatial fabric in its wake.

"Too fast."

Ethan’s gaze sharpened.

With a twitch of his wrist, he sent his sword spiraling into the sky. Simultaneously, he pressed his palms together to form seals, and the Original Spiritual Fire erupted from within.

"Seven Layer Flame Mirror."

Ethan thrust his palms outward before the incantation was finished.

The Original Spiritual Fire, infused with star power, crystallized instantly. Within a heartbeat, seven translucent mirrors forged from fire and starlight appeared before him.

The massive icy palm struck at the same moment.

Boom.

Snow-white frost permeated the air, freezing the atmosphere solid. Ethan, struggling against the icy palm, was forced into a continuous retreat through the air.

Crack.

The primary Flame Mirror shattered into fractures, though the power of the frozen palm weakened slightly.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

A rapid sequence followed. Ethan’s defenses disintegrated layer by layer until only the final barrier remained.

Just as the last mirror teetered toward destruction, Ethan drove force into his arms and launched it upward.

The massive icy palm followed, soaring into the sky along with it.

In the next instant, Ethan channeled power into his legs and propelled himself at Lucien like a cannonball.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Every movement Ethan made caused the compressed air to detonate in rhythmic pops.

In high-level combat, the transition from defense to offense occurs in a mere fraction of a second.

"Onyx!" Ethan roared internally.

Ebony patterns raced across his skin. His aura surged, temporarily elevating his realm to the Ultimate Supreme level and exponentially increasing his combat capabilities.

"Star Reaching Hand."

A radiant sigil materialized before Ethan.

The star power saturating his form spilled out, wrapping around his divine power to manifest a massive handprint that hammered toward Lucien.

This blinding, giant palm contained power many times greater than his previous strikes.