God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 686

Furthermore, she had witnessed Ethan’s endurance with her own eyes. It could only be described as terrifying.

"Rest. Do not concern yourself with me."

"Following me, you need only worry about your own condition," Ethan reminded her calmly.

"Understood."

Lunara nodded and sat cross-legged upon the bed. She closed her eyes, regulating her breath and adjusting her state.

Roughly two hours passed.

Ethan, who had appeared to be asleep, abruptly opened his eyes.

At the same moment, a surge of air burst outward from his body, shattering the wooden window.

Whoosh.

Freezing wind roared into the room, whipping his hair violently in the darkness.

Lunara’s eyes snapped open. "Mr. Ethan, what has happened?"

Ethan’s gaze fixed upon the night sky beyond the broken window.

A streak of rainbow light shot upward from within the city and tore across the sky above Flying Snow City. Dozens of streaks of light followed close behind in relentless pursuit.

"So many presences. Judging by the fluctuations, they are all Supreme Realm experts," Lunara analyzed quickly.

"However, their auras are unstable and somewhat weak."

"Ryan."

A faint smile curved at Ethan’s lips.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest. To think he hid within Flying Snow City itself. Unfortunately, he has still been discovered."

He knew that aura well.

Though they had only crossed paths once, Ethan would not mistake it.

"Shall we intervene?" Lunara asked.

"Move."

Before his voice fully faded, Ethan had already vanished through the shattered window.

Saving Ryan would grant him direct knowledge of the Riverborn Clan and the other Ancient clans.

It would also provide a guide into the depths of the White North Icefield, and perhaps lead him directly to his Senior Sister.

Flying Snow City. Southern outskirts.

Four beams of blue light descended from the sky. They rotated rapidly and formed a circular barrier of light, sealing off the escaping streak.

A disheveled man with blood and grime smeared across his face came to an abrupt halt.

He glanced around.

The barrier, condensed from dense spiritual energy, formed an unyielding circle that imprisoned him within.

As the light dimmed, four cultivators revealed themselves at the cardinal points. Their auras were heavy and oppressive.

All stood at the peak of the Ninth turn Mahayana Realm.

From their attire, they were clearly members of the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Ninth turn Mahayana..."

Ryan laughed bitterly as his vitality reversed. Blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

"I truly am a tiger driven onto the plains, now bullied by dogs."

Heavy snow melted into mist beneath the violent spiritual fluctuations.

Shockwaves mixed with the piercing wind, striking his face like blades and sending bone-deep pain through his body.

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

Ten additional streaks of light arrived from the distance and landed around him.

"Ryan, there is nowhere left for you to flee."

"Who gave you the audacity to hide in Flying Snow City and make us search this long? Did you think you could hide forever?"

Ryan stared at them coldly.

"To think that I, the newly appointed commander of the Silver Armor Guards, would be reduced to this. Surrounded by trash who forcefully swallowed pills to elevate themselves to the Supreme Realm."

"But surviving until now is enough."

"I have already dragged dozens of elite Moonfall Clan disciples into the grave with me. I destroyed the mineral vein they coveted so desperately."

"I die without regret. I have not failed my fallen brothers, nor my master, nor the Eldest Miss, nor the Riverborn Clan."

His final words thundered through the snowy night.

"Hehe. Ryan, is it?"

The Chief Commander of Flying Snow City stepped forward. His smile carried cold mockery.

"A rare prodigy among the Riverborn Clan’s younger generation. Less than a hundred years to reach the Supreme Realm. Extraordinary combat strength. Few rivals at your level."

"Seeing you now, it is clear the rumors were not exaggerated. You carry yourself with natural arrogance."

"It is a pity. You are severely wounded."

"At this moment, you likely possess less than thirty percent of your peak strength."

"Forget me. Any one of the peak Ninth turn Mahayana experts here could sever your head and use it as a chamber pot."

"Enough talk."

Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot.

"If you wish to fight, come. Even with this broken body, I can still drag one or two of you into hell."

He tore off his outer robe, revealing battered silver armor beneath.

The flower crest upon his chest was shattered, soaked dark with blood.

"You are considered someone of status within the Riverborn Clan. Orders from above demand that you be captured alive. You are fortunate to retain your life."

The Chief Commander’s gaze turned colder.

"But while death may spare you, suffering will not."

"The Riverborn Clan may be an Ancient Clan, but they have long declined. All factions of the White North Icefield will eventually kneel before the Moonfall Clan."

"Today, you will understand the consequences of opposing Flying Snow City and the Moonfall Clan."

He swung his arm down sharply.

"Do it. Shatter his cultivation. Sever his hands and feet. Deliver him to the City Lord to claim the reward."

Behind him, nine Inferior Supremes with unstable auras surged forward like rabid beasts.

Master. Eldest Miss.

I have done all that I could.

Yet in the end, I have still failed you.

Ryan did not even look at the nine charging figures.

Instead, he lifted his gaze toward the night sky, allowing the blade-like wind infused with spiritual energy to tear at his flesh.

In that instant, a face flashed before his eyes.

"Ethan..."

The name escaped him unconsciously.

That was the man the Eldest Miss had chosen.

By now, he was surely far stronger.

Could a genius of that level save the Riverborn Clan?

A moment later, reality struck.

The crisis facing the Riverborn Clan was not one a single prodigy could resolve.

Only a Super faction from the mainland might turn the tide.

Or perhaps the Miss herself.

Before the thought could settle, the experts of Flying Snow City arrived before him.

"To cripple a genius of an Ancient Clan. That truly is exhilarating," a young man sneered as he thrust his palm forward and struck directly toward Ryan’s chest.

Ryan did not retreat.

He gathered the last remnants of his strength and clamped both hands around the man’s arm with iron resolve.

"What are you doing?" the man shouted, struggling violently yet unable to break free.