God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 723

To repel the Emperor Realm expert's onslaught, over a third of his stamina was depleted in mere moments.

For him, this represented a colossal expenditure.

Under normal circumstances, even a combined assault from three Perfect Supremes would struggle to render him so vulnerable so rapidly.

"Ethan!"

Lucien, occupied with mending his wounds, turned a glare of intense malice upon seeing Ethan's reappearance.

He had somehow survived!

Moreover, his injuries were mending at an alarming rate. However, his own severed arm offered no such hope of swift regeneration without the aid of immortal elixirs and potent medicinal remedies.

He might even be forced to transplant a limb from another.

This realization fueled Lucien's burning frustration.

The composure he had painstakingly regained teetered on the brink of collapse. A surge of anger coursed through him, causing a trickle of blood to escape the corner of his mouth.

The Moonfall Clan Ancestor's gaze flickered towards Lucien, a subtle disappointment shadowing his eyes.

Lucien was the Holy Son of their Moonfall Clan, a prodigy of unparalleled rarity, a beacon of hope for the clan's future.

Alas, the young man's mental fortitude proved lamentably weak, his state of mind vastly inferior to Ethan's.

It seemed the clan's consistent pampering, shielding him from adversity since youth, had ill-prepared him.

Consequently, encountering a talent superior to his own had shattered his inner resilience.

The Ancestor did not linger on this thought.

A wavering mentality could be addressed and strengthened later; the immediate priority was subduing Ethan, and importantly, alive.

He intended to cripple Ethan's cultivation, shatter his limbs, and then deliver him to Lucien for personal retribution. Only through such a decisive act could the Holy Son's fury be appeased and the potential for an inner demon be averted.

"Your name is Ethan, is it? Quite astonishing."

"You are the most audacious individual this elder has encountered in my lifetime. To dare challenge the authority of my Moonfall Clan single-handedly... you possess a remarkable audacity!"

"To withstand a blow from this elder while only at the Supreme realm... you are also the first!"

"Your innate talent and combat prowess are undeniably fearsome, yet I suspect you ought to comprehend the principle that even the most brilliant stars eventually fall."

"Today, escape from death is impossible for you. Annihilate your cultivation now, prostrate yourself, and surrender that dark, elongated spear to this elder, and I shall grant you a swift demise. Otherwise..."

"You are fully aware of the repercussions," the Ancestor stated with a low chuckle.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he observed Ethan with an air of relaxed confidence, betraying no concern about any potential escape attempt. His faith in his own might was absolute.

Barring the intervention of another Emperor, any being within his purview, down to the smallest ant, would be unable to flee if he so willed it!

"Old man, neither of us are children anymore. Your lengthy pronouncements are futile. If you covet the Divine Artifact I possess, then come and seize it yourself!"

Ethan brandished his long spear, meeting the Ancestor's gaze with a placid expression. Simultaneously, a rapid calculation for an escape route unfolded in his mind.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! Such unbridled arrogance!"

"Since you insist, then this elder shall allow you to witness the true might of an Emperor Realm cultivator!"

"The reason you evaded my earlier strike was due to the deployment of some spatial law-based secret technique, was it not? How many more times can you invoke a technique of such magnitude?"

The Ancestor's voice carried a subtle resonance, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

Before his words concluded, he had simply vanished from his position.

Ethan's pupils constricted violently, his expression shifting dramatically.

"So swift?!"

He frantically scanned his surroundings, yet the Ancestor's figure remained elusive!

This venerable elder was clearly unleashing his full power!

"Is this the true capability of an Emperor Realm expert? As expected, an overwhelming disparity!"

Ethan clenched his jaw. His instincts screamed that the Ancestor was about to materialize directly before him. He retreated with desperate speed, straining to pinpoint the old man's location.

"Whelp, regardless of the potency of your secret divine techniques, or any enhancements afforded by Divine Artifacts, it is beyond your capacity to contend with an Emperor Realm expert across such a vast disparity in realms. Before me, a Supreme like yourself is naught but a common gnat!"

An icy voice whispered near his ear, Ethan's face contorted with displeasure. He channeled his divine power and unleashed a forceful palm strike to his right, a torrent of blazing divine energy erupting outwards.

The strike met only empty space; the Ancestor had not appeared there.

"Not there!"

Ethan whirled around abruptly, only to perceive a streak of azure light hurtling towards him.

At this proximity and velocity, save for employing his final two ultimate trump cards, he was left with no other recourse!

"Boy, your life concludes here!"

The Ancestor unleashed his palm. A fearsome, icy divine power surged forth like a relentless tide.

At such proximity, Ethan acutely sensed the might of an Emperor Realm expert. The immense power threatened to suffocate him, slowing the divine power flowing through his body to a mere trickle.

"Master, it is time for you to intervene!" Liora's voice was a mere whisper as she observed the unfolding scene.

In the very next instant, the terrifying icy divine power coalesced into the phantom of a ferocious tiger, engulfing Ethan completely. A frost breath that pierced to the bone instantly expanded, blanketing the entire night sky.

"So what if Ethan possesses high talent? When the Ancestor of my Moonfall Clan decides to unleash his full power, a single move is all it takes!"

"Did you witness that, Tiberan?!"

"Continue your futile defiance, and your Riverborn Clan shall meet the very same doom!" Glacien declared with a warning tone.

Swoosh!

Precisely at that critical juncture, an urgent tearing sound of wind erupted.

High above in the night sky, a beam of light, as straight and unwavering as a slender azure thread, streaked across, instantaneously bisecting the space before it. Turbulent spatial energies surged forth, completely consuming all the frost breath.

Immediately thereafter, a formidable sword intent pierced straight into the heavens. Razor-sharp sword light descended from above like a furious, unending downpour.

In the span of a heartbeat, the Moonfall Clan Ancestor's onslaught was utterly demolished.

Divine power erupted across the night sky, and three figures were propelled backward from the impact.

The Moonfall Clan Ancestor recoiled several dozen feet before managing to halt his momentum, his expression etched with profound gravity.