God-Tier Fishing System

"I am responsible for protecting the safety of Her Majesty the Saint. Naturally, I cannot let her be bullied," Jasper said coldly, standing firm and resolute, shielded by an aura of duty and loyalty.

Ethan met his gaze unflinchingly. The words held weight—not merely empty bravado.

"Ethan," Jasper continued, voice like the cutting edge of a blade, "I admit you are strong, but His Highness is your sect's saint after all. Your words have crossed a line."

Jasper's tone was measured but pointed, carrying the weight of years spent watching Seraphina grow from a hopeful disciple to the sect's saint.

Despite Seraphina's recent setbacks and inner struggles, Jasper remained loyal.

Ethan's harsh sarcasm threatened to break her spirit, risking a fragile Taoist heart. This concern lingered beneath Jasper's cold exterior.

More pragmatically, Jasper knew the sect's disciples buzzed with excitement over Ethan's sudden rise—his triumphs had sparked curiosity and challenge. This confrontation was as much a test as a defense.

Ethan smiled lightly. "Crossed a line? What line?"

Jasper steeled himself. "If anyone's crossed a line here, it's you."

A violent aura unfurled from Ethan as he slowly rose, signaling the beginning of the true battle.

"Very well. Let me see if you truly are as powerful as rumored," Jasper said, stepping back with a fluid motion.

The sharp edge of his perfected Sword Intent erupted, gleaming razor-thin.

Seraphina's eyes widened at the breathtaking sight.

"Uncle Jasper's sword intent is indeed perfect… far stronger than mine," she admitted, a flicker of awe and fear crossing her face.

But Ethan was no ordinary cultivator. His realm transcended — the consciousness realm—transforming intent into a living realm.

Could Jasper withstand such overwhelming force?

"Ethan, I heard you have reached the realm of consciousness," Jasper said, lifting his sword, spiritual flames dancing along its blade with fierce intensity.

"I'd like to learn if you can break my defense in the late Tribulation Transcendence realm," he challenged, voice steady.

The four great commanders of the Black oath were fearsome, Jasper among the most formidable—late-stage Tribulation Transcendence and perfected Sword Intent.

"Compared to the Master of Sword Peak, your swordsmanship is lacking," Ethan said with a dismissive shake of his head.

"You dare to judge my swordsmanship?" Jasper's voice dropped with cold menace.

Ethan chuckled softly. Abruptly, his aura withdrew, his radiant Sword Intent receding and compressing into his body.

"Afraid now?" he taunted.

Jasper immediately regretted the outburst.

Ethan's body suddenly catapulted with a rekindled Sword Intent so immense that the air itself seemed to shudder.

"Sword Intent?!" a disciple gasped nearby.

"Why would a master of scythe and spear wield sword intent?" another whispered.

Ethan's laugh was light and easy.

"I already mastered scythe and spear intents. Why not expand into swordsmanship?"

With a surge, the dormant sword intent erupted.

Air rippled in waves of invisible force.

The ground beneath Ethan's feet sank slightly, fragile stone slabs cracking under pressure.

Within a blink, the entire space was saturated with a dense sword intent that rained down like furious stabbing needles.

Sword clashes etched deep into the stone floor, sparkling trails marking its deadly dance.

"What terrifying sword intent! Is this perfection?" Seraphina muttered.

Jasper's expression darkened, horror blooming cold and fierce.

"Sword Intent Transformation Domain!" he breathed, dread tightening his throat.

In Ethan's hand, a simple yet exquisite sword appeared, etched with thunder motifs.

With a crisp crackle of lightning, electric arcs filled the space.

Jasper felt unfathomable fear burrowing into his heart.

The sword intent thickened, swirling wildly like furious thunder snakes.

The glowing field expanded in all directions, about ten feet in radius.

In its center, a bright star pulsed, crackling with energy as thunderous illumination danced overhead.

Sharp lightning blades lashed out, striking Jasper's body relentlessly.

Blood splattered, marking his form as scales of pain deepened.

A numbing sensation crept over him, a deadly paralysis of nerve and spirit.

He roared with rage, pouring every ounce of spiritual energy into resisting.

Yet his efforts dwindled; his movements grew sluggish.

His sword intent, once unyielding, now pressed down like a crushing weight, stifling his breath.

"This… is the realm of sword consciousness?" disorder filled Jasper's mind.

"It suppresses me so completely, I am even struggling to breathe."

"Does this not mean Ethan is invincible under the Mahayana realm?"

A deep shock coursed through Jasper's soul.

"Break it for me!" He shouted, summoning every reserve spiritual power to tear through the cage.

But the sword intent domain was like a cage forged from Nine Heavens Black Iron, impenetrable and absolute.

Movement became impossible.

Trapped, he could only grit his teeth helplessly.

Seraphina, lurking nearby on the domain's edge, felt the crushing oppression too.

Pale and trembling, her legs felt weighted with lead.

Her breath quickened, lungs struggling against the invisible onslaught.

The dense sword intent seared the edges of her spirit, inflicting piercing mental agony.

Not physical pain, but something sharper—psychological torment.

Facing Ethan's force head-on gave her a shattering revelation.

The swordsmanship which once defined her pride was a flickering candle against his roaring inferno.

Even her Ice Spirit Soul Body — her ultimate defense — trembled and strains beneath the relentless sword intent domain.

Her confidence wavered.

Possibly the gap between her and Ethan was insurmountable.

She silently conceded defeat, relinquishing any thought of competition.

"In the realm of intent transformation, only the strong in the Mahayana realm can master such domains. But facing those beneath Mahayana, released domains are nearly invincible."

Ethan sighed quietly within.

At first, he had only admired his new realm transformation.

But successive battles had proven just how extraordinary it was.

With or without the domain, his combat power soared as if he walked upon the heavens and earth alike.

A qualitative leap—without Mahayana, one remained a mere ant.

Steps measured, Ethan approached Jasper, sword steady in hand.

Each of his light steps brimmed with lethal intent.

Within breaths, Ethan reached Jasper's side.

The Wild Thunder Sword stretched across the heavens in his grasp, a blade forged in blue lightning that sliced the sky itself.

Jasper's pupils contracted in hopeless fear.

The sword intent domain still pressed down, suffocating and relentless.

His spiritual energy drained rapidly, slashed by invisible blades of storm and thunder.

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