The treasures Ethan presented to Ashira in the two jade bottles were countless, sparkling like a handful of jelly beans—each one a small miracle of power and restoration.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ethan," Ashira whispered softly, taking the elixir with delicate, trembling hands. She stepped aside patiently, beginning the slow process of mending her grievous wounds.

She could not see the depths of Ethan's cultivation realm, but she sensed his confidence—he was not one to flee from challenge.

Ashira no longer doubted his ability; her trust rested fully in him.

Ethan's eyes flicked toward Mr. Willow, whose vigilance radiated like a blade.

Then he turned to face Bram, his lips curling into a calm yet chilling smile.

"You said I was doomed?"

Ethan's voice was steady, filled with power and mockery.

"I'm afraid it's you who is doomed!"

His figure vanished like a ghost.

Mr. Willow's expression fell as cold realization dawned.

"No—he has advanced into Nirvana!"

"Your Highness, retreat swiftly!"

Bram reeled in panic, his mind struggling to grasp the sudden turn.

For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed Ethan's form.

But the phantom vanished before his eyes.

"What in the world?" Bram muttered, rubbing his eyes as horror tightened his chest.

Ethan moved like an elusive ghost, impossible to capture.

Even Mr. Willow, an eighth-turn Mahayana powerhouse, barely perceived him.

"Your Highness, watch your back!" Mr. Willow shouted desperately.

Bram scrambled, gathering all his strength.

Palms pressed together, forming a complex seal.

"Super Inheritance Technique—Crazy Thunder Heavenly Prison!"

Thunder and lightning immediately condensed in the skies above.

"The destiny of the kingdom, the golden dragon shields the body!"

Bram's voice thundered as a magnificent spear materialized, streaking from his hand.

Though no enemy appeared behind him, Mr. Willow cautioned, all-out effort was required.

Lightning flashed, and Bram unleashed his trump cards in rapid succession.

Dozens of thunderbolts cascaded from the clouds, weaving a giant roaring golden dragon overhead.

His spear condensed into a blinding golden beam, weaving a domain of destruction.

Three overwhelming forces—thunder, lightning, and golden energy—converged on the spot where Ethan's elusive form had vanished.

Space trembled violently in that moment.

Suddenly, with a thunderous boom, Ethan's figure reappeared.

"Hahaha! A hit!"

Bram laughed with dark joy.

His trump cards unleashed powers that could harm even a formidable third-turn Mahayana cultivator.

Ethan possessed potent transcendental abilities, but no one could simply withstand such a direct hit of power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder, lightning, and golden light clashed in the air.

The tremendous aura swallowed the space, unleashing a shockwave like a tempest.

Trees were hurled to the side, their leaves rustling like waves on a roaring ocean.

Bram retreated swiftly, eyes locked on the scene ahead.

Yet suddenly, the mist and thunder dissipated as Ethan burst forward.

His speed rendered Bram powerless to respond.

Mr. Willow's face shifted grimly.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his own terrifying palm attack, surging toward Ethan.

"No—it's not fast enough!"

Gritting his teeth, he bit his tongue and condensed a drop of blood.

His speed rocketed in an instant.

The attack in his palm had been refined and condensed.

It shot out toward Bram's front.

Huh!

A swirling golden vortex of spiritual energy whipped across the space.

Flames trailed like meteors in its wake.

The roar of tearing reality echoed endlessly.

"Caught him!"

A triumphant smile spread across Mr. Willow's face.

The move landed just before Bram.

"This is my immortal-level spiritual technique. I've invested my life essence into it."

"Ethan, so what if you advanced to Nirvana?"

"There's still a mountain between us. With this technique, death awaits you!"

Mr. Willow snorted coldly, his confidence swollen.

This was his ultimate killing move.

It could kill even those in the nine-turn Mahayana Realm.

How could Ethan resist?

Death was inevitable.

Ethan's smile deepened.

The golden steam emanating from his body thickened.

His breaths drew the vast Original Power deep within.

Gold light radiated intensely, forming a fierce armor that encased him—fiery edges dancing like living flames.

Ethan did not dodge.

He braced himself and charged toward the mighty golden vortex.

His palm shot out, tearing into Mr. Willow's proud killing move.

The vortex shattered with a deafening crash, dissipating instantly.

Ethan burst forth from the luminous explosion.

Only a crisp, resonant sound remained.

"Your Highness!" Mr. Willow roared, dashing toward Bram.

"You think I am an easy target? Even at Nirvana, so what! I remain a Mahayana cultivator!"

Bram, furious beyond reason, fueled his blood essence with a furious roar.

His momentum skyrocketed as the spear blazed with condensed golden spiritual energy.

Yet before he could deliver his fatal strike, a sudden flash of blinding iron light sliced across his body.

Mid-air, Bram froze, eyes wide with shock.

His lips trembled, speechless.

He struggled to turn his head—only managing a slight rotation—before his head was severed cleanly from his body.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Ethan held the Remnant Dream long sword steady, casting a cool glance at Mr. Willow.

Behind Ethan lay Bram's lifeless corpse, still gripping his extinguished spear.

Bram's severed head hung in the air, his eyes fixed upon Ethan.

They brimmed with endless resentment and unwillingness.

Until death, Bram never comprehended how Ethan had grown so powerful.

Nor how Ethan dared to strike him down.

"Et…han, you will surely die!" the fallen lord's voice trembled as he spat out his final curse.

Then, his consciousness shattered and all life fled his eyes.

Mr. Willow's gaze flickered, powerless as Bram's body fell to the ground.

His mouth twitched as eyes reddened in rage.

"Ethan!"

"You dare kill a lord of the Vernal Dawn? Today, you will pay with your life!" Mr. Willow bellowed, rage burning in his eyes.

Ethan smirked, wrist flicking lightly.

The Profound Purifying Flame surged into his silver sword, cleansing it of Bram's bloodstains.

"Soul… burn!" Mr. Willow commanded coldly.

Mr. Willow directly ignited his soul, erupting a monstrous aura vastly stronger than ever before.

"Are you that desperate?" Ethan smiled faintly, raising the silver sword.

Sword intent flared violently.

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