God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 721

A blade formed from frigid divine power advanced, scraping against the colossal palm. The potent icy energy pressed onward relentlessly, causing the Star Reaching Hand to crumble layer by layer until it dissipated into myriad motes of stardust scattered across the heavens.

"Hmph, a mere boy who overestimates his abilities. Let's see how you escape this," the Moonfall Clan's Ancestor emitted a faint chuckle.

His strike bisected the Star Reaching Hand with terrifying swiftness. In its wake, a sharp, freezing glint sliced through the nocturnal sky, instantly severing an arm from Ethan's Dharma Body and sending it flying.

"Truly worthy of an Emperor Realm expert."

"Despite activating the Onyx Orchid's power to its second stage, fending off his assault remains exceedingly difficult."

"If I could ascend to the Ultimate Supreme realm and undergo the baptism of the Great Dao's Power, perhaps I could then exchange a few blows with an Emperor," Ethan mused internally.

His gaze fixed upon the piercing ice blade hurtling towards his face.

The blade seemed imbued with sentience. It abruptly began to rotate at an immense speed, transforming into a whirling saw that tore through the Dharma Body's final defenses and plunged directly towards the true Ethan concealed within.

"It's here!" Ethan's expression turned grim.

The speed of this attack rivaled lightning itself. Blocking it was out of the question; an ordinary Perfect Supreme would scarcely have the time to erect a defense!

"Heaven and Earth Reversal!"

Just as the ice blade was poised to strike, Ethan vanished from his original location.

The blade met only empty air but completely impaled his Dharma Body. The Dharma Body disintegrated entirely, and the ice blade soared into the night sky, hurtling directly towards the God Killing Spear.

"Is Ethan... deceased?" Lucien's expression wavered slightly.

What a shame, Ethan had been obliterated without leaving even a trace.

He had not had the chance to inflict torture upon him.

The burning animosity within his heart remained unappeased.

"My apologies. I inadvertently pulverized that boy."

"However, there is no need for you to fret over it."

"He is already dead."

"The most formidable individual in the White North Ice Field remains you; there's no need to continue contending with a departed soul," the Ancestor stated, placing a hand on Lucien's shoulder.

"I understand, Ancestor," Lucien nodded in agreement.

The Ancestor was correct. Ethan had already fallen. There was no necessity to continue vying with a corpse.

So what if Ethan had been powerful? So what if he had caused him suffering today?

The victor claims all, the vanquished are relegated to the shadows.

From this moment forth, the person known as Ethan ceased to exist. There was only him, Lucien! The preeminent Heaven's Chosen of the White North Ice Field, the Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan!

"This Ethan was truly an ignorant youth."

"Did he genuinely believe he could affront the majesty of an Emperor Realm expert?!" the Ancestor sneered, casting his gaze towards the spot where Ethan had been annihilated.

Witnessing this event unfold, Tiberan and his companions' eyes widened. Their expressions were a mixture of fury, regret, and profound remorse.

Had they foreseen this outcome, they would never have permitted Ethan to continue the fight. They should have forcibly intervened to halt him.

"Young Master Ethan!" Tiberan clenched his fists, his teeth grating audibly.

How would he possibly offer an explanation to his daughter now?

"Hahahaha! Tiberan, did you witness that?! Behold the current might of our Moonfall Clan! It is a force that none of your affiliated clans can possibly withstand! Even if you were to introduce your strongest prodigy, it would be futile!"

"In the presence of our Moonfall Clan's Ancestor, everyone else is nothing more than an insignificant ant!" Glacien bellowed with laughter.

Ethan was dead; their harbinger of calamity had vanished.

Henceforth, all the treasures and hidden legacies on Ethan's person would rightfully belong to the Moonfall Clan! Unifying the White North Ice Field was now merely a matter of time!

"Everyone, prepare yourselves to burn your souls! Even if we perish, we shall drag the Moonfall Clan members down with us and exact vengeance for Young Master Ethan!" Tiberan commanded.

With circumstances having escalated to this precipice, their only recourse was to fight until their final breath. If they did not succeed, they would face death in the attempt!

"It's over... everything is finished... My brother Ethan!"

Zeon's countenance turned ashen. "Moonfall Clan, you shall rue this day! This young master right here will undoubtedly avenge Young Master Ethan!"

"Impudent brat, why are you causing such a commotion? That Moonfall Clan Emperor is far too self-assured. Ethan has not fallen at all!" Liora stated dismissively.

"What?!" Zeon exclaimed, his face a mask of utter astonishment.

"Just continue observing, and you will soon see," Liora replied, rolling her eyes at her younger sibling.

Meanwhile, the Ancestor declared, "This Divine Artifact belongs to me!"

His hand was extended. The fearsome residual might held within the ice blade sliced towards the God Killing Spear.

However, a peculiar scene unfolded.

The long spear, though its master was gone and should have become an ownerless artifact, still possessed a potent sentience, actually managing to evade the incoming attack on its own.

The Ancestor's expression flickered slightly. His gaze swept across the surrounding area.

He realized... Ethan had not perished!

"Return!"

Suddenly!

An emotionless voice reverberated from a bluestone atop a distant mountain peak.

Every head reflexively turned towards the origin of the sound.

The figure standing there was, astonishingly, Ethan!

Shock!

Bewilderment!

The instant he appeared, everyone exchanged incredulous glances. Utterly speechless, they were at a loss for words.

What kind of monstrous being was this, to have survived an assault from an Emperor Realm expert! It was simply too hard to believe!

Ethan extended his hand, and his sword flew back, vanishing into his spatial ring. The God Killing Spear, meanwhile, settled firmly into his grasp.

His hair was in disarray, his aura turbulent, and a thin streak of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His body was marred by numerous wounds.

The bones in his right arm had crumbled into several fragments.

The injury appeared grotesque, a vivid spectacle of fresh blood dripping, clearly exposing the shattered golden bones within.

"Old geezer, you celebrated a bit too soon!" Ethan declared coolly, directing his gaze at the Moonfall Clan's Ancestor.

The Heart of Hibiscus within him began to beat with increased rapidity. Vitality brimming with profound life force surged outwards, converging upon his fractured right arm.

A soft, pale cyan luminescence gradually emerged around Ethan's right arm.

His broken bones and torn muscles inexplicably began to writhe, snapping back into their proper alignment before mending and regenerating at a rate that was plainly visible.