Mrs. and Mr. Smith

"Thunder Emperor!"

Fatty's hair suddenly turned silver-white.

A gigantic emperor's shadow formed in front of the group, and lightning exploded across the sky.

This power was not weaker than the genuine Level Twelve Pinnacle Force.

The flowing lightning on the ground turned the entire area covered by the Pinnacle Force into a silver-white world.

The Thunder Emperor's shadow suddenly struck the group.

Snap!

Amidst the droning of lightning, only the crisp sound of two palms meeting could be heard.

A hundred facets of all living beings! Sanskrit Chant Facet!

In the Sea of Thunder, countless whispers came from all over the world.

It was the Buddhist School's words of anger, ultimate rage of fury.

Whispers of jealousy, petty annoyances.

These sound waves turned into tangible energy, finally converging into an indistinct Sanskrit chant visage.

As it roared out, the thunder emperor conjured by Sithur Fatty instantly turned into a sky full of lightning.

His entire body was thrown back; if not for the talisman's energy not being completely dissipated, he might have been smashed into a pulp.

Hah!

The group turned and quietly stared at Ethan Smith.

"You're unlucky; this monk happens to want to kill someone today."

Before the words fell, the air suddenly froze.

The Sanskrit chant visage's arm had already retreated slightly, as if pulling open a heavy bow; even the air could feel the terrifying force it had gathered.

Ethan Smith slightly raised his head, the Power of Reincarnation began to surge.

At that instant, the group suddenly retreated.

His hands withdrew again, and his palms struck once more.

A thousand spokes underfoot!

Within the gigantic thousand-spoked wheel underfoot, there were a thousand patterns resembling the sun and moon, mountains, water, and lotus flowers; so was the thousand-spoked wheel.

Deer King's auspicious sign!

With a rumble, another visage formed.

The three great visages were ready in an instant.

These three visages formed a seal with one hand, while the other hand had completely bent upward.

The entire space suddenly roared with a violent gale.

The surrounding people pushed back far away; even they were greatly threatened by these three visages.

Boom!

Just as the two were about to strike with all their might, a pure white moon-like force suddenly bombarded down.

This force flowed like a vast river, instantly suppressing both their powers completely.

It was a sea-like righteous energy, a vast and mighty righteous energy like a galaxy that Ethan had never seen before.

This Pinnacle Force's aura was not strong, meaning its level was not high.

But it directly dismantled the two in an instant by magnitude.

A young man suddenly closed the book in his hand; it was he who unleashed the strike.

Snort!

The group's face turned grim, they turned around and left directly.

Ethan watched and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If he had truly faced this fellow, he might have to risk being discovered by the God-Sealing Panel's rules and forcibly intervene.

A true life-and-death battle with this bald-headed monk would surely result in discovery.

The youth's actions helped him greatly.

"So what's the deal now, can we still proceed together?"

Fatty saw the people suddenly disperse and was instantly confused.

"Since Stone Schroeder has given his tacit approval, there's nothing more to say; just go with us. However, your strength here is at least above average. Oh, I'm Sterling Hale, the vice-captain of this team."

The previously buzz-cut young man said with a bitter smile.

He subconsciously glanced at Ethan Smith, the group was certainly among the top ranks.

His single facet of power was almost unstoppable, he did unleash three faceted forces on Ethan Smith just now, which was enough to instantly kill half the people here.

"Thanks, Brother Hale, for the first meeting, here are a few talismans as a token. Take care along the way."

Fatty used his sleeve to hand over several talismans.

No matter how depleted a landlord might be, their wealth was unmatched.

"Forget it, young men, taking your things would mean I owe you a favor; if there's a crisis, I'll surely intervene. But rashly acting in this group can lead to one's demise, so I don't dare to accept this favor."

Sterling Hale shook his head, his figure swiftly retreated, dodging Fatty's hand.

"Your numbers are 79 and 80, let's make one thing clear: aboard our team, you must follow the captain's orders. Once the voyage begins, if you hear your numbers, even before a thousand-foot cliff, you must jump. In battle, not following orders results in immediate execution; this is the team's rule. Moreover, all treasures gained during the voyage are distributed by the captain. If you have any objections, you may leave now."

Sterling Hale paused for a moment.

"But once we set off, everyone's life is no longer their own, so make sure of your decision."

After Sterling Hale finished speaking, he left by himself.

"Ethan, this seems a bit odd."

Fatty brought his big head closer.

"I think so too; such domineering conditions would be impossible for a normal person to accept, yet everyone here seems to find it perfectly reasonable. This person has surely suppressed everyone powerfully, at least that bald-headed monk dared not say a word earlier, and also, the route this time cannot do without them."

Ethan analyzed quietly.

"Fatty, do you have any information on this team, considering such a powerful team, there must be relevant info, right?"

Ethan frowned and asked.

Although he had been to Ethereal Soaring City before, he hadn't noticed such a group in the marketplace.

Maybe he came at a time when he just missed them.

"I have some impression, but this isn't my area of responsibility, I've hardly managed it."

Fatty said somewhat awkwardly.

"Never mind, after all, we're just leveraging their Magic Weapon for the voyage, and having so many people makes things easier along the way. We'll separate once we reach the destination."

This group seemed to have a specific purpose, Ethan wasn't sure if joining them was a good or bad thing.

After making the necessary preparations, nearly eighty people were ready to set off.

An ancient ship, extremely decrepit, suddenly appeared before everyone.

The flags on this ship were long shredded, and the wooden planks were corroded all over.

Even from several large holes, one could see the ruinous scene inside the cabin.

"I have a vague impression of this ship, it seems like a warship from the Divine Realm, drifting down from a wormhole. The Sithur Family once expended efforts to seize it but eventually failed; unexpectedly, it appears here."