God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 706

As long as they didn’t care about reputation, they could walk sideways across the entire White North Ice Field.

If it weren’t for that bullshit Star of Calamity appearing, they wouldn’t have chosen to launch an attack against the Riverborn Clan at all.

"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter how much the Riverborn Clan has declined, they are still an Ancient Clan."

"Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength."

"Don’t forget, many years ago, the Riverborn Clan was also the head of the Ancient Clans," the Fourth Elder, reminded them.

"That was thousands of years ago. The current Riverborn Clan is nothing but a bunch of trash."

"Enough. Let’s finish this quickly to prevent any mishaps," Helena replied, rolling her eyes at Wilford.

"Then we will do as Fourth Sister says. A swift victory," Wilford said.

The ice awl in his hand melted away, replaced by a silver longsword. Jason summoned his own Spiritual Weapon in turn. Both weapons were uniformly Holy Grade.

Wilford and Jason fully opened their bloodline power, activated their Ancestral Pattern, and pushed their divine power to the absolute limit.

"Fourth Sister, leave Tiberan to the two of us. Go help the others crush the Riverborn Clan’s final line of defense," Wilford said.

"Alright. You two be careful. Do not get careless."

"Rest assured. In this state, Tiberan can hold out for another fifteen minutes at most."

"After fifteen minutes, he will undoubtedly die," Wilford replied, brimming with confidence.

Just as Wilford and Jason went all out and charged at Tiberan, a streak of golden light sped up from below.

Clang.

With a crisp ring, the longswords in both their hands were blocked by a single person.

Zeon, gripping his sword with both hands, was blasted away by the immense force.

He flew backward, sliding dozens of feet through the air before landing on a massive bluestone atop the mountain peak.

"Truly worthy of being Perfect Supremes. Even giving it my all, it’s incredibly difficult to block a single strike from them," Zeon muttered, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

He stood in front of Tiberan, the golden longsword in his hand radiating intense divine might.

Though Zeon had obtained his family’s inheritance and his strength had seen a massive leap compared to years ago, he had only just stepped into the Upper Supreme realm. His foundation was not yet completely stable.

By going all out and relying on the Divine Artifact in his hand, he had barely managed to block one attack from the two of them.

Just that single clash had shifted his internal organs and caused severe internal injuries.

Another hit would kill him.

Though his injuries were severe, Zeon didn’t care. He had far too many pills. He popped two healing pills into his mouth and rapidly repaired the damage within.

"Who might you be, young friend?" Tiberan asked.

"The Eldest Miss of your Riverborn Clan is a friend of an old acquaintance of mine."

"As the saying goes, a friend of a friend is a friend. Seeing the Riverborn Clan suffer such a disaster while I happened to be passing by, how could I not lend a hand?" Zeon replied with a faint smile.

"A friend?" Tiberan was astonished.

Just what kind of friend could make this person risk instant death to help him? It was simply too exaggerated.

"Young friend, I deeply appreciate your good intentions."

"But the Moonfall Clan has come with overwhelming momentum, and every single one of them is incredibly powerful. You are only an Upper Supreme, and you’ve suffered such severe internal injuries..."

"Just a minor injury. I can handle it myself."

"Rest assured, Clan Head Tiberan. I am not alone," Zeon said.

Before his words even faded, Wilford and Jason charged over again.

"Dammit. I wondered who it was, but it’s just a piece of Upper Supreme trash."

"No wonder he could block a strike from the two of us. He was relying on the Divine Artifact in his hand," Wilford sneered.

"I don’t care who you are. Daring to interfere in my Moonfall Clan’s business is a dead end."

"Smelly brat, hand over your life." Jason thrust his longsword straight at Zeon’s face.

"Insolent."

Two deep, muffled voices rang out in unison.

Zeon’s two personal bodyguards appeared in front of him and thrust out a palm simultaneously, forcing Wilford and Jason backward.

"peak Perfect Supremes."

Wilford and Jason discerned their strength instantly. The combat prowess of these two cloaked figures was clearly not weaker than their own. It might even be stronger.

"Who goes there?"

"Why do you interfere in my Moonfall Clan’s affairs?" Wilford demanded.

"No particular reason. Just drawing my sword to help upon seeing an injustice on the road."

"Do me a favor today, everyone, and stop fighting," Zeon said with a chuckle.

"Yellow-haired brat, did I ask you?" Wilford roared.

"Insolent." Zeon’s two bodyguards snorted coldly once more.

The two men were named James and John. Zeon liked to call them Uncle White and Uncle Black.

John and James blasted out two palms simultaneously. Terrifying golden divine power condensed into two massive handprints and sent Wilford flying over thirty feet away.

"These two old geezers are so strong." Wilford’s expression turned ugly.

At that moment, Glacien, who had been overseeing the overall situation, flashed over.

He appeared in front of Wilford, hands clasped behind his back, carefully appraising Uncle Black and Uncle White.

Then he looked at Zeon. An Upper Supreme so young, yet possessing a Divine Artifact. Protected by two powerful Perfect Supremes. This person’s identity was definitely extraordinary.

"Could this kid be the Star of Calamity for my Moonfall Clan?" Glacien wondered inwardly.

"May I ask my young friend’s honorable surname and where you hail from? Speak it, and perhaps we might know each other," he said.

"Clan Head Glacien thinks too much. We are not acquainted," Zeon replied indifferently.

Wilford frowned. This was the first time he had met such an arrogant junior.

"Since you are unwilling to state your origins, young friend, then I have no choice but to treat you as an enemy."

"Whatever makes you happy."

"It’s not like we were friends to begin with." Zeon spread his hands, a look of complete nonchalance on his face.

"Hmph. You court death." Glacien snorted coldly.

"Great Elder, Commander, the three of us will join forces to deal with these two old geezers. End this quickly."

"What about Tiberan?"

"Have Fourth Sister hold him off. As for this arrogant brat, leave him to Lucien," Glacien sneered.

"Alright," Wilford nodded. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Not far away, Helena returned to face down Tiberan.

Tiberan stared, astonished.

Not only did this young man possess a Divine Artifact, But he also had personal bodyguards.