The icy divine power morphed into the shape of an ice blade and pressed forward, grinding against the giant palm.

Terrifying icy power pushed on unstoppably. The Star Reaching Hand collapsed layer by layer, dissipating into a sky full of stardust.

"Hmph, a boy who doesn't know his own limits. Let's see how you dodge now," the Moonfall Clan's Ancestor chuckled faintly.

His attack cleaved the Star Reaching Hand in two at terrifying speed. Immediately after, a sharp freezing glint flashed through the night sky, and the arm of Ethan's Dharma Body was instantly sent flying.

"Truly worthy of being an Emperor Realm expert."

"Even after activating the second stage of Onyx Orchid's power, it's still incredibly difficult to block his attack."

"If I can step into the Ultimate Supreme realm and undergo the baptism of the Power of the Great Dao, perhaps I'll be able to exchange a few blows with an Emperor," Ethan thought.

He stared at the sharp ice blade rushing toward his face.

The blade seemed to possess a life of its own. It suddenly began spinning at high speed, transforming into a buzzsaw that tore open the final defenses of the Dharma Body, diving straight for the real Ethan inside.

"It's here!" Ethan's expression turned grave.

The speed of this attack was as fast as lightning. Forget blocking. An ordinary Perfect Supreme wouldn't even have time to deploy a defense!

"Heaven and Earth Reversal!"

Just as the ice blade was about to strike, Ethan vanished from his spot.

The blade hit empty air but completely pierced through his Dharma Body. The Dharma Body dissipated entirely, and the ice blade flew up into the night sky, charging straight for the God Killing Spear.

"Is Ethan... dead?" Lucien's expression shifted slightly.

What a pity, Ethan had been obliterated without leaving even a speck of dust behind.

He hadn't been able to torture him.

The burning hatred in his heart remained unquenched.

"My apologies. I accidentally blasted that boy to pieces."

"But you don't need to dwell on it."

"He is already dead."

"The strongest person in the White North Ice Field is still you, there is no need to continue competing with a dead man," the Ancestor said, patting Lucien's shoulder.

"I understand, Ancestor," Lucien nodded.

The Ancestor was right. Ethan had already fallen. No need to keep competing with a dead man.

So what if Ethan was strong? So what if he made him suffer today?

The winner becomes king, the loser becomes a thief.

From now on, the person named Ethan no longer existed. There was only him, Lucien! The strongest Heaven's Chosen of the White North Ice Field, the Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan!

"This Ethan was truly an ignorant boy."

"Did he really think he could blaspheme the majesty of an Emperor Realm expert?!" the Ancestor sneered, looking toward the spot where Ethan had been annihilated.

Watching this scene, Tiberan and the others widened their eyes. Anger, regret, and profound remorse filled their gazes.

If they had known, they never would have let Ethan continue fighting. They should have forcefully stopped him.

"Young Master Ethan!" Tiberan clenched his fists, grinding his teeth audibly.

How was he supposed to explain this to his daughter now?

"Hahahaha! Tiberan, did you see that?! This is the current foundation of our Moonfall Clan! It is simply not something any of your clans can resist! Even if you bring in the strongest genius, it's useless!"

"In front of our Moonfall Clan's Ancestor, anyone is nothing but an ant!" Glacien laughed heartily.

Ethan was dead, their Star of Calamity had vanished.

Next, all the treasures and secrets on Ethan's body would belong to the Moonfall Clan! Unifying the White North Ice Field was only a matter of time!

"Everyone, prepare to burn your souls! Even if we die, we must drag the people of the Moonfall Clan down with us and avenge Young Master Ethan!" Tiberan ordered.

Now that things had reached this point, they could only fight to the bitter end. If they didn't succeed, they would die trying!

"It's over... it's all over... My brother Ethan!"

Zeon's face turned ashen. "Moonfall Clan, just you wait! This young master here will definitely avenge Young Master Ethan!"

"Stinky brat, what are you going crazy for? That Moonfall Clan Emperor is too overly confident. Ethan hasn't fallen at all!" Liora said indifferently.

"What?!" Zeon exclaimed, astonishment plastered across his face.

"Just keep watching and you'll see," Liora rolled her eyes at her younger brother.

Meanwhile, the Ancestor spoke. "This Divine Artifact is mine!"

He reached out his hand. The ice blade, carrying its terrifying residual might, slashed toward the God Killing Spear.

But a bizarre scene unfolded.

The long spear had lost its master and should have become an ownerless object. Yet it still possessed powerful sentience, actually knowing to dodge the attack on its own.

The Ancestor's expression shifted slightly. His gaze swept the surroundings.

He realized... Ethan had not fallen!

"Return!"

Suddenly!

An indifferent voice echoed from a bluestone on a distant mountain peak.

Every head snapped toward the sound.

The person standing there was actually Ethan!

Shock!

Bewilderment!

The moment everyone saw him, they exchanged incredulous glances. Completely speechless. Not knowing what to say.

Just what kind of monster was this, to actually survive an attack from an Emperor Realm expert! Too unbelievable!

Ethan extended his hand, the sword flew back and was stored in his spatial ring while the God Killing Spear landed firmly in his grasp.

His hair was disheveled, his aura chaotic, a trace of blood trailed from the corner of his mouth. His body was covered in wounds.

The bones in his right arm had shattered into several pieces.

The wound looked gruesome, dripping with fresh blood, clearly revealing the fractured golden bones within.

"Old geezer, you celebrated too early!" Ethan replied indifferently, looking at the Moonfall Clan's Ancestor.

The Heart of Hibiscus within him began to beat rapidly. Energy brimming with profound vitality surged out, converging at his shattered right arm.

A pale cyan radiance slowly surfaced over Ethan's right arm.

His fractured bones and shredded muscles actually began to wriggle, snapping back into place before growing and healing at a visible rate.