God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 590

This Ghost Flame Insect Mother was only at the Peak Inferior Demon Lord realm.

Under normal circumstances, this situation would be troublesome.

But to Ethan, whose physical cultivation had already broken away from conventional limits, subduing her was never an impossible task.

Ethan exerted force with his palm.

Crack!

He seized the Ghost Flame Insect Mother’s ankle, swung her body twice in midair, and then hurled her out like a war hammer.

Bang!

A muffled explosion echoed as her body smashed heavily into a stone pillar. The pillar trembled violently, dust raining down from above.

She stabilized herself with difficulty, blood and demonic energy surging chaotically in her body. She coughed twice, a trace of blue-black blood seeping from the corner of her lips.

Her gaze dropped to her ankle.

It was numb—completely numb.

Not only was she unable to exert strength, but a distinct crimson handprint was branded on her pale skin, as if it had been burned there.

"How...?"

Her pupils shrank violently.

"The physical strength of a human body cultivator isn’t bad, right?" Ethan said with a faint smile.

His tone was calm, confident, without the slightest urgency—as if the outcome had already been decided.

"Are you human... or some kind of beast?" the Ghost Flame Insect Mother gritted her teeth, staring at him.

"How can you possess such terrifying physical strength?"

The power Ethan displayed had already shattered her understanding.

This was no longer something that could be explained by talent or secret techniques.

"Use whatever methods you have left," Ethan reminded indifferently.

"You won’t have another chance later."

"Damn it!"

"Even a mere human dares speak to me like this!"

Her face twisted with rage.

"Bloodline Power—OPEN!"

She roared, and a violent momentum erupted from her body.

Boom!

Demonic energy surged wildly, rising layer by layer in a short span of time, rapidly approaching the threshold of an Intermediate Demon Lord.

Her long hair danced chaotically in the air. Dark blue light engulfed her entire body, arcs of unstable demonic lightning flickering around her—clear signs that she was forcing her power beyond safe limits.

Yet compared to the golden arcs coiling around Ethan’s body, her lightning was still crude and chaotic.

Limits were limits.

The bone scythe in her hand ignited, dark blue ghost flames crawling up its surface, burning fiercely.

"Human!" she shrieked.

"I will kill you!"

Her aura peaked.

In the next instant, she vanished.

A streak of blue lightning tore through the hall, dragging a long afterimage behind it as she rushed straight toward Ethan.

The bone scythe swept out, carving crescent-shaped flame blades through the air. Each blade carried searing heat and corrosive demonic poison.

The overflowing power struck the pillars and stone floor, leaving shallow scars.

These were structures built by the Emperor Sage, not on the level of the bronze door, but still refined from rare materials. Even Supreme-level experts would struggle to damage them.

Yet now, faint traces appeared.

That alone proved how terrifying her current power was.

Her speed was so fast that only fragments of light could be seen.

Elara’s face went pale.

"I... I can’t even see her movements," she murmured.

"This level... it’s completely beyond me."

"So strong," Risa said solemnly, forcing herself to track the battle. "Her combat power has at least doubled."

Ethan watched the Ghost Flame Insect Mother dart around like a bolt of lightning.

To others, her movements were dazzling and terrifying.

To him—

Everything was slow.

Every shift of her muscles, every fluctuation of demonic energy, every change in trajectory—nothing escaped his perception.

Whoosh!

She lunged in close, bone scythe slashing toward Ethan’s neck in a streak of blue flame.

Ethan stepped back calmly, twisted his body, and rotated twice midair, evading the strike with ease.

"How can you still react?!" she screamed in disbelief.

"Human, can you only dodge?!"

She charged again.

Blue flames erupted, transforming into snarling, clawed phantoms that rushed toward Ethan from multiple angles.

Ethan swept his sword.

A blazing sword light split the attack cleanly in two.

The Ghost Flame Insect Mother dispersed the flames instantly, appearing right in front of him and swinging the bone scythe down with all her strength.

Clang!

A crisp metallic sound rang out as sword and scythe collided.

Sparks exploded outward.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Sword shadows and scythe arcs crisscrossed chaotically, shockwaves rippling through the hall.

The ruins trembled slightly.

After nearly half a minute of continuous clashes, the Ghost Flame Insect Mother suddenly pulled her scythe back and swept it toward Ethan’s throat.

Ethan raised his sword and blocked effortlessly.

She roared, pouring demonic energy into her arms.

Ethan retreated one step, leapt up, stepped on the scythe’s shaft—and kicked hard.

Boom!

A dull explosion echoed.

The Ghost Flame Insect Mother was sent flying backward, crashing across the floor before barely regaining her footing.

Her breathing grew ragged.

Blood and energy churned violently inside her body.

Her arm trembled uncontrollably, numb to the point she could barely grip the sickle.

Her face turned pale.

Even after pushing her bloodline to its absolute limit, she still couldn’t gain the upper hand.

The realization hit her like a hammer.

Failure.

Complete failure.

As the Ghost Flame Insect mother, she had been defeated by a single human.

Humiliation burned through her soul.

"I came here only for secrets and inheritance," Ethan said calmly.

"I have no intention of killing."

"I’ll give you a choice."

"Surrender to me. Become my spiritual pet."

"Or—die."

Her body shook violently.

"Surrender?" she spat, eyes blazing with fury.

"That is worse than death!"

"I have cultivated here for countless years. Even if I die, I will never bow to a human!"

She raised her scythe again, hatred overflowing.

She had cultivated here for countless years, and innumerable human cultivators had fallen before her.

Some were torn apart by her subordinates, others placed neatly upon her plate and devoured alive.

Once defeated, none were given the luxury of escape.

Yet this man—this insignificant human—stood before her now and dared to speak of turning her into his spiritual pet.

"Human!"

The killing intent around the Ghost Flame Insect Mother surged violently, her aura boiling like black fire ready to erupt.

Ethan merely sneered.

He did not retreat. He did not heal. He did not flinch.

Instead, he silently recited the incantation.

Deep within his body, the Emperor Star pulsed—then blazed—star power roaring outward.

"The Secret Technique of the Stars, Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock!"

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