God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 618

Ember’s golden sword energy was torn apart by a sharp crescent of light.

Ethan stood quietly in midair, Moonflood Scythe held loosely in his hand, its blade reflecting a cold, flowing radiance like moonlight submerged beneath an abyssal sea.

The Supreme Prisoner’s Heavenly Lock had already been forcibly ripped apart.

Axel stood in front of Ember, hands clasped behind his back, effortlessly dispersing the weakened remnants of the Star of Great Stillness. Though the fireball had been split and its power reduced by nearly half, the fact that it could still threaten Ember at all was already an absurdity.

Now, however, everything had changed.

The aura emanating from Axel was no longer that of a dying elder.

It was vast, ancient, and tyrannical—like a slumbering sun rising once more after countless eras.

The ancestral soul of the Golden Phoenix clan had fully descended.

The laws of the Training Trial Secret Realm trembled faintly, as if hesitant, as if unsure whether they should suppress this being or avert their gaze.

Axel’s eyes swept calmly over the battlefield, finally settling on Ethan.

"It is merely a human body cultivator," he said indifferently, his voice deep and steady, carrying the weight of countless years.

"Yet you forced my descendants to resort to the Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique."

He shook his head slowly.

"It seems the Golden Phoenix clan has truly declined."

The words were not angry.

They were disappointed.

They were far more cutting than any reproach.

"Ancestor!"

Ember hurriedly stepped forward, suppressing the pain in her body and bowing deeply.

"I am Ember, the current young head of the Golden Phoenix clan."

"Our clan has not declined. On the contrary, we are on the verge of prosperity. My father has been immersed in the Perfect Supreme realm for many years. With the Hibiscus Fruit, he may step into the legendary Emperor realm!"

Axel turned around and looked at her carefully.

His gaze was sharp, penetrating, as if peeling away every layer of her cultivation, bloodline, and soul.

"Your talent is not bad," he said slowly.

"You possess the ancestral pattern and have mastered the complete inheritance of our bloodline. Your true realm is only a single step away from the Ultimate Supreme."

"Then tell me—why were you pushed to this extent by a human junior?"

Ember clenched her fists.

"Ancestor, this person is extremely strange. He possesses multiple terrifying techniques, formations, and secret arts. Under the suppression of the secret realm’s laws, we were unable to defeat him and had no choice but to use the forbidden technique."

Axel nodded lightly.

"So that’s how it is."

He turned his gaze back toward Ethan.

"It doesn’t matter. Once we exchange blows, I will naturally see what secrets you carry."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This was a true Emperor-level existence—albeit one reduced to a soul, sustained by blood sacrifice.

Even so, the danger was overwhelming.

"The laws of the Training Trial Secret Realm... are they truly ineffective against him?"

Ethan’s brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He lifted his head and asked calmly, "Who are you, exactly?"

Axel burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... brave, indeed. In all these years, you are the first junior who dares to speak to me in such a tone."

"Back then, even Perfect Supremes had to lower their heads in my presence."

Ethan’s expression did not change.

"No matter how glorious you were in the past, you are only a soul now. You’ve barely reached the Ultimate Supreme level."

"Do you really believe yourself invincible?"

Axel’s laughter slowly faded.

A strange glint flashed through his eyes.

"Very good," he said softly.

"You dare to speak to me like this."

Ethan sneered inwardly.

The Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique was burning Axel’s body and soul every moment he existed. Time was not on his side.

The more arrogant and talkative this Golden Phoenix ancestor was, the better it was for Ethan.

"Hahaha," Axel said again, shaking his head.

"Fine. I will give you ten breaths."

"Kneel."

"Seal your own cultivation."

"Hand over all Hibiscus Fruits."

"I will spare your life."

"If you refuse—"

"I will ensure you cannot live, nor die."

His voice was flat, as if he were stating an unchangeable law.

Ethan did not hesitate.

"Sorry," he replied calmly.

"I choose neither."

Axel was momentarily stunned.

Then he laughed once more.

"The Training Trial Secret Realm does indeed have laws," he said, lifting his gaze toward the sky.

"But this emperor once stood above the laws."

"Though I am only a soul, I can still contend with this space."

"This realm has endured endless ages. The outer layers remain intact, but the internal laws have long been eroded by time and slaughter. They are already unstable."

"Do you really believe it suppresses me as it suppresses you?"

"You think too much."

Axel turned back toward Ethan, his gaze filled with disdain.

"I know what you are thinking. You believe I am wasting time."

"But in truth, with my strength, one move is enough to kill you."

"I speak only so you may understand—your life and death are mine to decide."

"Do you understand?"

The condescension was absolute.

Eryon and the Wind Sable elder continued summoning their ancestral souls at a steady pace behind him.

With the Golden Phoenix ancestor already present, they could now afford to prolong the process, ensuring that the forbidden technique would overlap seamlessly and last longer.

An invisible noose was tightening around Ethan.

"A true Emperor-level expert..."

Ethan stared at Axel, his expression grave.

Even one percent of an Emperor’s peak strength was something that Ultimate Supremes could not casually challenge.

"The internal laws of this secret realm are weakening... Axel’s realm is close to the Ultimate Supreme."

"If I use the divine weapon..."

Ethan’s fingers tightened slightly around the Moonflood Scythe.

"There is still a chance."

"But I must act before the other two ancestral souls fully descend."

His mind raced.

The Chaos artifacts—his final trump card—had to be used decisively.

At the same time, Ember, Eryon, and Sorrel exchanged rapid voice transmissions.

"The Blood Sacrifice Reincarnation Technique is one of the top ten forbidden arts of ancient times."

"White Emperor City now knows we possess it."

"If this information spreads, the Palace of the Four Cycles will become the target of public criticism."

"At that time, countless powerful figures attracted by this forbidden technique will try to seize it at all costs."