God-Tier Fishing System Chapter 732 732

"Aaron Verdant, don't you think you are crossing the line?!"

"Crossing the line?"

"If it wasn't me, Aaron Verdant, but my brother Zael, who came today, your Moonfall Clan's blood would have flowed like a river, and you wouldn't even exist!"

"I'll give you ten breaths' time," Aaron Verdant replied indifferently.

"..." Silvon clenched his teeth, remaining silent. He glanced at Ethan.

Ethan simply offered a smile.

That smile almost shattered Silvon's resolve. He clenched his fists, wishing he could strike and kill Ethan at that very moment. However, with Aaron Verdant present, he was powerless.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"..."

"Three."

"Two."

Each second that passed felt like an eternity. Aaron Verdant's voice was like the chilling whispers of the Grim Reaper, counting down the fleeting moments of their lives.

"Everyone from the Moonfall Clan, heed my command! Cripple one of your arms!"

Silvon commanded. Then, gritting his teeth with profound resentment, he directly shattered his own left arm!

Simultaneously, all the Moonfall Clan members clenched their jaws, faces etched with utter unwillingness. Yet, they had no choice but to follow their Ancestor's decree and cripple their own arms.

"Not bad. Silvon, your decision today has spared your Moonfall Clan. You will be grateful for this choice in the future."

Aaron Verdant’s faint smile returned, reverting to his usual approachable demeanor.

"My Moonfall Clan solemnly vows: within three hundred years, we shall absolutely not cross the Glacier Rift Valley!" Silvon declared once more.

The other Moonfall Clan members echoed his vow, their voices filled with resignation.

"Scram!" Aaron Verdant stated plainly, then turned towards Ethan.

"Let's go!" Silvon lowered his head, his countenance grim, and led the Moonfall Clan members away.

With that, the dramatic confrontation concluded. The Far North Ice Field would now enter a period of peace lasting three centuries.

"Many thanks for your timely intervention, Senior. I, Ethan, am deeply indebted. Should you ever require my assistance in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. This junior will spare no effort," Ethan said, cupping his hands in a deep bow.

"A friend of Liora is a friend of my Great Verdant. It is only right and proper to lend a hand when a friend is in need," Aaron Verdant replied with a smile.

"You are an exceptionally unique young man. To have defeated a Perfect Supreme while only at the Upper Supreme realm... your future accomplishments will undoubtedly be extraordinary."

"I suspect it is only a matter of time before you surpass even me."

"If Liora and Zeon ever find themselves in trouble in the future, I hope you will extend your aid," Aaron Verdant added.

"Senior, you may rest assured. As you said yourself, we are friends. How could I possibly stand by idly while a friend faces peril? However, with an expert like Senior in the Great Verdant Sect, I fear the moment you speak of will never arrive."

"Hahaha, you certainly know how to speak, young one... But the affairs of this world are fraught with peril and unpredictability. Who can truly foresee the future state of the Oceanreach Continent?" Aaron Verdant chuckled twice.

"The hour grows late, and I have matters to attend to. I shall take my leave now."

"Safe travels, Senior."

"Safe travels, Uncle Aaron."

"Safe travels, Master."

Ethan, Zeon, and Liora cupped their hands in farewell.

Before their words had even fully left their lips, Aaron Verdant had vanished into the night sky.

Once Aaron Verdant departed, an profound silence enveloped the area.

Ethan remained hovering in the night sky, observing his surroundings. Broken walls and scattered ruins lay everywhere, painting a picture of complete devastation.

With the dust settled, the Moonfall Clan retreated in utter disgrace. Having lost a peerless genius like Lucien and over a third of their fighting force, their recovery would take a considerable amount of time.

As for the pact spanning three hundred years... any sensible person would understand it was merely a hollow promise.

The Moonfall Clan's aspirations had not been extinguished. Once Aaron Verdant was gone, they would undoubtedly recuperate in secret while hatching new schemes.

Nevertheless, they should no longer pose a significant threat. By the time the Moonfall Clan managed to regroup, the Riverborn Clan and the other Ancient Clans would have accumulated sufficient power to confront them directly.

Following this decisive battle, the Moonfall Clan's true intentions were laid bare for all to see.

The various factions within the Far North Ice Field were not oblivious to this exposed ambition.

Even if past conflicts had created significant grudges between them, for the sake of maintaining peace within the Far North Ice Field, they would temporarily set aside their animosities and unite.

Regardless of future events, the Moonfall Clan had irrevocably lost any semblance of hope for dominating the Far North Ice Field.

Forget about conquering the world again. In the future, merely avoiding ruin from the other Ancient Clans would be seen as a tremendous fortune.

"This area belongs to the Riverborn Clan. The conflict is over. If you people aren't leaving, why are you still lingering here to watch?"

"Could it be that you wish to spar with me?" Ethan inquired, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd.

Though his voice was mild and pleasant, it possessed an immense power that swiftly permeated the night air, reaching everyone's ears.

Upon hearing his words, the onlookers exchanged looks filled with apprehension before hastily beginning to retreat.

Who would dare to exchange blows with Ethan? He was a figure of notoriety, having personally slain the Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan! Unless an Emperor Realm cultivator intervened, who could possibly stand against him?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The multitude vanished with great speed. Hundreds of streaks of light departed from the Riverborn Clan's domain in quick succession.

At this moment, Elder Boren of the Silvermere Clan approached Ethan and brought his hands together in a respectful gesture.

"Many thanks to Young Master Ethan for stepping in to halt the Moonfall Clan's attempt to absorb the Riverborn Clan, thereby saving the Far North Ice Field from descending into utter chaos."

The others present also joined their hands and bowed, their demeanors and attitudes towards Ethan radiating profound respect.

After all, in this realm, might truly reigned supreme.

A cultivator at Ethan's caliber was virtually unmatched below the Emperor Realm. Despite the unknown origins of his power, his formidable strength was undeniable.

Should anyone incur his displeasure, they would undoubtedly face a fate worse than hell.