God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 707

And the strength of these two guards was incredibly formidable. Perfect Supremes whose power didn’t lose out to Wilford and the others in the slightest.

Just what was the background of this young man?

Amidst his doubts, Tiberan felt a surge of excitement. With two such powerful experts added to their side, the Riverborn Clan might actually survive this calamity.

"Many thanks to my young friend for lending a hand. May I ask your honorable name, and the name of that friend of yours?" Tiberan asked.

"My name is Zeon. As for my friend, you might know him. His name is Ethan," Zeon smiled.

"Eth... Ethan."

Tiberan’s heart gave a jolt. He actually did know that name.

After his daughter returned to the clan, Ryan had told him everything about Althea and Ethan.

At the time, he had even lost his temper with his daughter. Why would she set her sights on some stinking brat with no background whatsoever?

But Althea’s temper was even more stubborn. She declared she would rather die than marry anyone other than Ethan.

Later she made the bold claim that she would lead the clan back to prosperity through her own abilities. And she hadn’t disappointed, successfully inheriting the clan’s Ultimate Inheritance.

In the end, he couldn’t out-stubborn Althea and had no choice but to accept the relationship between his daughter and this Ethan.

Afterward, following discussions with the clan’s upper echelon, they decided to adopt his daughter’s stance. Rather than live on their knees, they would die standing and fight for a future.

"This Young Master Zeon is actually Ethan’s friend? Didn’t they say that kid had no background?"

"But to have someone with such a powerful background risk so much to help my Riverborn Clan, the relationship between Ethan and Young Master Zeon must run deep. There really is something to him."

"Could my initial assessment have been wrong?"

"Perhaps the Ethan that Althea keeps blabbering about truly is, as she said, a heaven-sent genius with limitless potential."

Just as Tiberan was lost in thought, an icy voice rang out.

"Let me see what kind of petty scoundrel dares to interfere in our Moonfall Clan’s affairs."

Lucien descended from the sky. Flowing long hair. Ethereal temperament. Dense, solidified fluctuations of divine power radiating from his body.

Seeing him, Zeon frowned.

"So this guy is the legendary Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan. A Perfect Supreme. Truly a heaven-sent genius. I wonder if my sister can beat him," Zeon thought.

Lucien’s gaze landed on Zeon. He sneered.

"So it’s just a piece of Upper Supreme trash."

"Hehe, and I think you’re a idiot," Zeon scoffed.

"You’re courting death."

Lucien’s face changed drastically.

"It seems I’ve been in seclusion too long. Truly any piece of trash dares to act presumptuously before this Venerable."

"Kid, you should know, to kill you, I only need one move."

Before his words even finished, Lucien raised his hand and pointed lightly.

A massive circular pattern materialized out of thin air. Two of Lucien’s fingers emerged from the center of the rune, expanding to a colossal size, condensing terrifying icy divine power upon them.

In Zeon’s current state, he couldn’t possibly block this attack.

"This Moonfall Clan has actually developed to this stage."

"It seems their family even has an expert who just stepped into the Emperor Realm that hasn’t made a move yet. Looks like I won’t be able to settle this today," Zeon thought.

Looking at the massive icy fingers descending from the sky, he shouted directly.

"Big sis, save me."

The moment his words fell, two different voices rang out simultaneously.

"Insolent."

"Stop."

A man and a woman.

Zeon knew the woman was his older sister. She had also come to the White North Ice Field. Though she hadn’t traveled with him, she wasn’t far away and could be summoned at any time.

As for the man’s voice, he truly hadn’t expected it.

It sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t place it right away, until he saw a streak of cyan lightning tearing through the distant horizon.

That aura was becoming increasingly familiar.

Zeon’s eyes widened slightly.

"Holy shit, no way? What a coincidence?" he thought.

The next second, the icy fingers were already right in front of his face.

Boom.

A massive golden dragon and a razor-sharp streak of cyan light arrived simultaneously.

The cyan light pierced straight through the icy fingers.

The massive golden dragon instantly pulverized the heavily cracked fingers into dust.

Once the dust settled, a woman wearing a purple robe appeared in front of Zeon. She radiated a dignified, noble aura and possessed truly peerless, devastating beauty.

Beside her was where the cyan light had landed. A long sword flashing with silver radiance, its sharp blade buried deep into the bluestone, radiating a fierce, piercing sword intent.

"A Perfect Supreme, a Golden Dragon of Destiny."

"Such a powerful Golden Dragon of Destiny. It must be the destiny of the Great Verdant Lantern. This woman is the Eldest Princess of the Great Verdant, Liora."

"To think it would be her."

Lucien recognized her instantly.

In his younger years he had visited the Imperial capital of the Great Verdant and seen Liora once.

At the time, he had been utterly captivated by her beauty and temperament. He secretly resolved to cultivate and become a peerless expert, then go to the Great Verdant Emperor to propose marriage.

He had originally planned to do so after the Moonfall Clan unified the White North Ice Field. He never expected Liora to reappear before him in a way he could never have imagined.

Even so. Was this not also a type of fate?

Swoosh.

The sound of tearing wind echoed from the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, Ethan appeared before everyone’s eyes. Hair and robes fluttering in the wind. Pitch-black eyes deep and tranquil as an ancient well, making it impossible to read any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness within them.

He extended his hand. The sword below let out an urgent hum and returned to his grasp the next second.

"And who might you be?" Lucien demanded coldly.

Ethan ignored him and looked around instead.

His gaze landed on Liora and Zeon. He had to admit, sometimes fate worked in truly wondrous ways.

To run into Zeon in the distant White North Ice Field. And his older sister, the Eldest Princess of the Great Verdant, Liora, was here as well.

A true, undisputed Proud Daughter of Heaven.

"It’s only been two or three years since we parted ways, yet Liora has actually stepped into the Perfect Supreme realm. Such a massive leap in cultivation is simply terrifying."

Ethan appraised Liora from head to toe. Not only was her strength terrifying.