God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 688

In a single breath, Ethan’s power dispersed into thousands of invisible threads and poured into the man’s body. The force swelled violently from within, expanding without restraint, tearing through flesh, meridians, and bone.

The horse-faced man resembled a handful of flour scattered into the wind. A gust swept past, and he disintegrated.

Only the drifting dust was crimson, thick with the stench of fresh blood.

The remaining guards stood frozen.

Their faces drained of color as horror filled their eyes.

Ethan withdrew his hand.

A soft cyan radiance spread from his body, dense with vitality and healing force. The light enveloped Ryan completely.

Warmth surged through Ryan’s battered limbs.

His blurred vision sharpened.

To his disbelief, the shattered bones, ruptured meridians, and torn flesh were slowly knitting back together.

"You are...?"

"We met once near Noble Sun City," Ethan replied with a faint smile.

"Noble Sun City..."

Ryan trembled.

"You are... Ethan!"

He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and stared at the figure before him.

"Incredible. Truly incredible. To meet Young Master Ethan here..."

Disbelief and astonishment were written plainly across his face.

"These are healing pills. They will repair your injuries and hasten your recovery. Take them."

Ryan accepted the two jade bottles without hesitation, poured out two pills, and swallowed them immediately.

He had imagined miracles in moments of desperation.

But never had he imagined that the one to rescue him would be Ethan.

"If there is anything to say, it can wait. Stabilize your condition first," Ethan said, waving his hand lightly.

Ryan nodded.

"Young Master Ethan, be cautious. This is Flying Snow City. The City Lord’s Mansion serves as the hounds of the Moonfall Clan."

"I know."

Ethan turned his gaze toward the Chief Commander standing nearby.

"Will you end yourselves, or shall I take the trouble personally?" he asked calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

The Chief Commander’s expression grew solemn.

This man had killed a subordinate the moment he appeared and spoke with such indifference. His intentions were clearly hostile.

Yet he himself was the Chief Commander of Flying Snow City, a cultivator at the peak of the Intermediate Supreme Realm.

He was not someone to be trampled casually.

"Your Excellency is powerful."

"But do not forget, this is Flying Snow City."

"Is it not excessive arrogance to act so freely within Flying Snow City?" the Chief Commander demanded.

As he spoke, his hands moved subtly behind his back, forming concealed hand seals.

The guard captains understood immediately.

They retreated in swift coordination, widening the distance.

Within moments, those who had surrounded Ryan withdrew behind the Chief Commander.

"Chief Commander, what now?" a captain whispered.

"This man’s strength cannot be discerned. Anyone who can obliterate Captain in a single strike is no simple figure."

"Do you believe I cannot see that?"

The Chief Commander suppressed his irritation.

"There is no need for panic."

"No matter how strong he is, how strong can he truly be? Remember, the City Lord is an Ultimate Supreme."

"In the entire White North Icefield, only the foremost experts of the Ancient Clans can suppress him. Anyone else would not endure ten moves."

"Furthermore, two supreme experts of the Moonfall Clan are stationed at the City Lord’s Mansion. Whoever interferes in our affairs will meet a dead end."

"I have already sent word to the City Lord. They will arrive shortly. We only need to stall him."

His voice transmitted silently to his subordinates.

After issuing the instructions, he fixed his gaze upon Ethan, watching intently for any sudden movement.

"Arrogant?"

A faint smile curved at Ethan’s lips.

"A mere Flying Snow City dares to lay hands on a member of an Ancient Clan. Compared to that, my arrogance is insignificant."

The Chief Commander sneered.

"Such words only prove that Your Excellency fails to grasp the situation."

"So what if he belongs to an Ancient Clan? This is Flying Snow City. This is our territory."

"Here, the City Lord’s Mansion is the rule. Whoever provokes us will pay a heavy price."

"I can see Your Excellency is no ordinary person. Leave now, and we shall pretend this never occurred. Otherwise..."

At that moment, Ryan opened his eyes.

The effects of the pills were astonishing.

Within less than fifteen minutes, his broken body had visibly recovered. Though far from complete restoration, it was sufficient for normal movement.

"Young Master Ethan’s pills are miraculous. Several severe injuries have already healed. I cannot repay this life saving grace."

He cupped his hands deeply.

"How is Althea?" Ethan asked.

"The Eldest Miss..."

Ryan hesitated briefly.

"What has happened within the Riverborn Clan cannot be explained in a few words. This is Flying Snow City. The City Lord here has reached the Ultimate Supreme Realm. He is ruthless."

"I have also heard that members of the Moonfall Clan are stationed here."

"Let us depart first. Once safe, I will recount everything in detail."

"They have already arrived," Ethan replied calmly, his gaze lowering slightly.

Three streaks of light pierced through the wind and snow and shot toward them.

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

In a few breaths, three figures descended before the Chief Commander.

Two men and one woman.

The man in blue robes with a narrow mustache radiated the aura of a peak Ultimate Supreme.

The woman beside him carried the same level of power.

But the older man in white robes possessed a far deeper presence. A chilling divine power emanated from him steadily.

He was a Perfect Supreme.

From their standardized attire, they were unmistakably members of the Moonfall Clan.

"Greetings, City Lord."

"Greetings, Seniors."

The Chief Commander and guards bowed hurriedly, their reverence unmistakable.

"Mhm."

The three merely nodded before directing their gazes toward Ethan and the recovering Ryan.

"Ryan, you have fled for so long. In the end, you have still fallen into our hands."

The white-robed elder smiled faintly.

"That man is Werner," Ryan whispered urgently.

"He is the seventh elder of the Moonfall Clan, a Perfect Supreme. That woman is Erna."