God-Tier Fishing System

Carlos Vernal raised one hand lightly, blue frost swirling around his palm. The Ice spiritual energy condensed rapidly, forming a massive ice hammer taller than a man.

Then—

Boom!!

With terrifying force, he swung the hammer down toward Roan and the others.

The air itself warped and tore under the blow. Violent winds screamed, carrying lethal cold that cut across their faces like blades. The temperature plummeted so sharply that frost crystallized in their brows and eyelashes instantly.

Roan staggered, breath freezing in his throat. The others felt their bones aching as the cold drilled into their marrow.

Mahayana cultivators before a Supreme Realm expert…

They were ants beneath a giant's boot.

Only now did they truly grasp Ethan's terrifying strength.

In the Nirvana Realm, he had repeatedly crossed and slain Supremes—a feat so monstrous, it defied logic. The man who could crush a Supreme with a Nirvana cultivation… how could these two Vernal clansmen even fathom him?

Yet despite their despair—

The massive ice hammer never struck them.

Because—

Bang!!!

A cyan streak of light shot through the sky and smashed into the hammer mid-fall. The impact shattered the frozen weapon instantly, sending shards of razor-sharp ice raining down.

Hail-like fragments smashed holes through roofs and wooden beams. Several shards embedded themselves deep into the tavern floor, trembling with lingering spiritual energy.

Carlos Vernal's expression stiffened.

"They're here."

He whipped his head up.

A streaking light descended and landed atop the Blood Tavern's roof, spiritual energy rolling off him like a tide.

Seth Vernal narrowed his brows. "Myriad Treasure Pavilion…?"

His expression finally shifted. Of course Myriad Treasure Pavilion would step in. Their relationship with the Blood Tavern ran deeper than appearances suggested.

A calm voice descended from above.

"Who?"

"Myriad Treasure Pavilion, Latham."

Latham stood at the roof's peak, hands behind his back. His robe fluttered lightly in the icy wind, yet he remained completely unshaken. His gaze swept down, confirming Rain and the others were alive, though injured.

Only then did he turn to Seth Vernal and Carlos with a faint smile.

An Inferior Supreme at early stage.

An Intermediate Supreme at late stage.

Two against one, but Latham's expression didn't waver.

"I can handle this."

His calmness only irritated Seth.

"You two," Latham said lightly, "isn't it shameful for Supreme experts to bully a group of juniors?"

Carlos snorted. "They're just ants."

Seth sneered, "But you, Talker Latham, why involve yourself in our clan's business?"

Latham's smile turned slightly wider.

"I govern Noble Sun City on behalf of Myriad Treasure Pavilion. According to the city's rules, killing battles are forbidden within these walls. Today, you've launched an attack against juniors inside the city."

He raised one hand slightly as if reminding a child of basic etiquette.

"So naturally, I must intervene."

Seth's forehead twitched. A meddlesome busybody indeed.

"And since you two appeared so boldly," Latham continued cheerfully, "why not tell me what grievance you have with the Blood Tavern? Perhaps I can help mediate."

That was the style of Myriad Treasure Pavilion—always neutral, always easing conflict, always turning big problems into small ones. As long as no side's core interests were threatened, fighting to the death was unnecessary.

Carlos Vernal, however, shook his head coldly.

"No peace can be made."

Seth stepped forward, declaring with force:

"I am Seth Vernal, third elder of the Vernal clan of the Vernal Dawn royal family. This is Carlos Vernal, our clan's guardian."

"Ethan of the Blood Tavern killed our sixth young master and two disciples. A total of three lives!"

His words sharpened:

"Such a blood debt can only be repaid with Ethan's head."

The tavern temperature fell further. The murderous intent beneath Seth's calm tone was unmistakable.

Even Latham's smile thinned.

"So Bram…" he murmured.

The man had been a prince of the Vernal family. Even Latham had heard of him.

"I'm sorry for the prince's death," Latham said lightly.

"But Bram's loss was entirely due to his inferior skill. He sought his own death. Even your royal family cannot deny this."

Seth Vernal's face twisted.

"You—!"

Drake Supreme had warned them—The Blood Tavern and the Myriad Treasure Pavilion have a very close relationship. Now hearing Latham defend Ethan was clear proof.

There would be no negotiation.

Latham tilted his head thoughtfully.

"And you two don't want Ethan only for revenge, do you?"

Seth Vernal's eyes twitched.

Latham's smile was too clean. Too knowing.

"You want his artifact, don't you?"

Carlos Vernal's hands stiffened briefly.

Indeed—this was their main purpose. Ethan's divine weapon was more valuable than any petty vengeance. With such an artifact, the Vernal clan could unify the south, maybe even sweep the entire Skyreach Territory.

But admitting that would give everything away.

Seth Vernal scoffed. "Think whatever you like."

Then his tone hardened:

"If you refuse to hand over Ethan, then understand this—our Vernal clan will wage war with the Blood Tavern. We may not be stronger, but we are not soft persimmons to be pinched!"

Carlos stepped forward, voice laced with threat.

"Talker Latham, though you're strong, you are only a Peak Intermediate Supreme. I alone can stall you."

"And the third elder here can kill all the trash in the Blood Tavern."

His eyes sharpened like daggers.

"We want Ethan's life to avenge our sixth prince."

"As long as you hand him over, no one else needs to die."

Carlos then aimed his final blow.

"Since you are so close to the Blood Tavern, and Ethan isn't here, why don't _you_ choose?"

His voice dropped, venomous.

"Do you want Ethan's life… or the lives of all of them?"

His pressure descended, suffocating as iron chains around their throats.

Rain clenched her fists, her breath trembling. Roan and the others glared murderously, yet none could move against Supreme pressure.

Latham's smile vanished completely.

He took one step forward.

His spiritual energy erupted like a rising tide—

Majestic.

Towering.

Unshakable.

"You two," he said, voice ringing through the tavern like a divine decree,

"won't have Ethan, and you won't be able to hurt a single hair of the people in the Blood Tavern!"

A/N:

Extra chapters

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200 power stones - 2 Extra chapters

Massage Chair - 1 Extra chapters

Luxury Car - 2 Extra Chapters

Dragon - 5 Extra Chapters

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