Red Lake Mist Sect.
“Yes, you guessed correctly.” Victor Huang snorted, “Disciple Ethan Chen is about to break through to the Martial Lord Realm—he’s already halfway there.”
Over two thousand people were gathered inside the vast grand hall of Red Lake Mist Sect. The atmosphere, which should have been lively and festive, had instead fallen into a silent, deathly stillness. Strange, complicated emotions spread and continued to envelop the hearts of everyone present.
Andrew Han kept defending.
It was as if dark clouds had covered the sky, casting a somber gloom.
Seeing this, Ethan Chen in his pure white combat garb nodded quietly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Not bad, not bad—but that's all."
Like Mount Tai pressing down, heavy and suffocating.
"Lost?"
Ethan Chen’s momentum soared, as if he were a mountain piercing the sky. He brought his palms together, forming a heavy beam of sword light, and struck at Andrew Han.
Ethan Chen glanced at the sect master and elders as they exited the grand hall, bowed in greeting, then floated to the other side of the massive stone gate, looking down at Andrew Han in his green robe.
Has that Green Mountain Sect disciple outside the gate already broken through to the Martial Lord Realm?
You are the Green Mountain Sect disciple? Seeking defeat? I have a sword—let me show you, then we can talk about defeat.
The owner of that left hand was Andrew Han in his green robe.
His ethereal Green Mountain Robe did not move a thread; his face remained expressionless, radiating a cold indifference to the world.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Andrew Han stared at Ethan Chen and asked calmly, "Are you done playing?"
Before he finished speaking, Andrew Han’s right fist shot out like thunder, carrying a terrifying surge of power, blasting out waves of force that shook heaven and earth, striking at Ethan Chen’s frozen face.
Ethan Chen’s right hand moved like a sword blade, swirling with arrogant beauty, but no power leaked out—all of it was focused in his right hand, spinning around Andrew Han.
No, we have not lost... Our core disciple Ethan Chen is currently training alone and did not attend this banquet. Do you know why?
Andrew Han kept defending.
Many Martial Lord elders frowned, displeasure showing on their faces.
"Even the high-tier Martial Generals lost."
His right hand formed a thousand fierce sword lights, swirling with unstoppable force. Even the strongest high-tier Martial General would have to flee.