God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 695

Darron’s plan was simple. Abandon the city. Run as far as possible.

At the peak of the Ultimate Supreme realm, he could find some remote corner of the world, make himself comfortable, and rule whatever backwater would have him.

Better than being dead.

"Darron, you defect right before the battle! Are you courting death?!"

"Your current actions make you an absolute traitor! Your family, the entire City Lord’s Mansion, and even all of Flying Snow City might end up buried with you!"

Erna’s voice cracked with fury.

Watching this spineless coward surrender and slander the Moonfall Clan in the same breath pushed her past restraint.

The killing intent in her eyes had nowhere to go.

The golden chains bit into her wrists and held her there, useless, while Darron sold them both out with his tongue.

If those chains weren’t there, she would have gutted him already.

"Only begging for mercy now?" Ethan smiled, cold and thin.

"Too late."

"Young Master Ethan." Darron’s voice dropped low, frantic.

"You are a magnanimous man. Give me a chance to live. Spare me, and I’ll tell you everything I know about the Moonfall Clan."

"The Moonfall Clan is an Ancient Clan."

"The world has heard of them, but very few truly understand them. You’re going to be enemies with them, Young Master. You’ll want to know their background."

"I can give you that. Their information. The location of their ancestral lands. Even some of the secret operations they’re running."

His tone shook as he spoke. The words tumbled out fast, desperate.

"Darron, you really don’t know how to spell the word death."

Erna’s voice turned to ice.

"Even if the Seventh Elder and I fall here today, Ethan won’t be arrogant for long."

"My Moonfall Clan will find him out in the shortest time possible and grind his bones to dust. Following him is a dead end."

"Dog, shut the hell up!"

Darron’s eyes went red. "We’re about to die. Do you think I still care about your Moonfall Clan’s revenge?!"

"A piece of trash dares to yell at me." Erna’s voice dropped colder.

"If I weren’t bound, you’d already be a corpse."

They tore into each other right there, right in front of him.

Ethan watched. A quiet laugh escaped him. "Your alliance is truly fragile beyond belief."

He turned to Darron. The amusement didn’t reach his eyes.

"With Ryan here, do you really think I need you for intelligence?"

The words fell flat and final. A sentence being read aloud.

"Ethan." Darron’s panic curdled into anger.

"You should show mercy where possible. I’ve already been reduced to this state. Are you still unwilling to let me off?"

"Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself." Ethan’s voice didn’t change.

"City Lord Darron is no longer a child. Do you not understand this simple logic? Did you think of this moment when you attacked Ryan? Why didn’t you choose to let him off?"

Darron said nothing.

He clenched his fists.

The Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock had flooded his body with Star power, and it tore at his organs without pause.

Pain lanced through his limbs in continuous waves. Blood came up his throat and spilled past his lips.

"Fine." His eyes split with rage.

"Ethan, you will regret this. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off."

His doom was clear to him now. He reached for the last bits of spiritual energy still sitting in his body. If he could self-destruct, he might not kill Ethan, but he wouldn’t go quietly either.

"Noisy."

Ethan said it without inflection. His hand moved. Pure Azure Fire poured out and swallowed them both, Darron and Erna, in a single breath.

Their screams rose through the flames.

"Ethan, you cowardly rat!" Darron howled between shrieks.

"Come fight me fair and square if you have the guts!"

"You want to self-destruct and drag me down with you." Ethan shook his head. Snapped his fingers.

"That thought is written all over your face. You’re too green."

The flames spiked. Heat surged.

Darron’s hope collapsed. He screamed. He cursed. He ran through every branch of Ethan’s family tree with what breath he had left.

Incompetent rage. Nothing more.

Under a minute, and the Original Spiritual Fire had reduced him to white bone.

Erna held on longer. Her skin split. Her flesh began to go.

"Ethan." Her voice came out scorched and brittle.

"My Moonfall Clan will not let you off."

"The affairs of our Ancient Clans are not something an ant like you can interfere with. Dare to enter the White North Ice Field and you will die. Our Moonfall Clan will bury you alongside the Riverborn Clan."

Then she was ash.

Ethan swept a hand across the battlefield.

He pulled every space storage artifact into his possession without breaking stride. Every battle. Every time. The harvest was obscene.

No wonder cultivators loved killing and looting. The money came in far too quickly.

"Let’s go."

He retracted his clone and stepped up beside Lunara. Ryan still stood with his mouth open, replaying everything in his head, stuck somewhere between shock and disbelief.

Ethan grabbed him by the back of his collar. The three of them vanished into the night sky.

Deep within the White North Ice Field. The Glacier Rift Valley.

Moonfall Clan Encampment.

Dozens of tents filled a sunken depression in the terrain. Campfires crackled across the camp, and the men gathered around them wore standardized heavy coats. Powerful cultivators, all of them. They drank wine, ate roasted meat, talked and laughed.

At the southernmost edge of the camp sat a cavern.

A figure approached it at a rapid, slightly anxious pace.

She wore an exquisite headdress and a red mask. Her robes carried complex, distinct patterns. In one hand she carried a staff. Around her neck hung a necklace strung entirely with demon skulls, and as she walked they clattered and rubbed against each other in a dense, subtle rhythm.

She stopped in front of the cavern, planted her staff, and tapped it once.

"Great Elder. Something has happened."

Her voice was clear and light as a swallow’s call.

Young, almost girlish. But within the Moonfall Clan, she held a pivotal position that silenced elders and earned deference from the Clan Head himself.

The High Priestess.

Every Ancient Clan kept figures like her.

The cavern went quiet for a moment. Then the stone shuddered faintly. A streak of light flashed out from within.

"High Priestess."