"Brother Ethan, this woman is Isolde Stonebridge, the temporary saint of the Holy Land and number one on the Heaven's Prodigy List in the Skyreach Territory. She is in the fifth-level Mahayana realm and has cultivated both body and spiritual energy. Her true combat power is definitely not inferior to mine."

Rain's voice flowed softly into Ethan's ears through sound transmission from the next box. Her tone carried both warning and analysis, but also—pride.

"But compared to you, brother, she is still far behind."

Ethan's lips curved slightly. Rain's confidence in him never wavered, and her instincts were rarely wrong.

"The Temporary Saint of the Holy Land of Endless Mountains is obviously standing up for the Ashenvale family and intends to suppress me," Ethan replied calmly, his expression unchanged.

"What do you mean? Do you want to continue bidding on this top-grade Mahayana Pill?" Rain asked.

Then she added quickly, "Isolde Stonebridge's price per pill has exceeded six hundred and sixty-six spiritual marrows. The price is too high. I don't recommend continuing to buy it."

But the moment she finished speaking—

Ethan spoke.

"I'm sorry, I can't give up this top-grade Mahayana Pill."

He continued bidding, raising the price of the final three pills to seven hundred each.

Across the hall, a pair of golden flame-filled eyes opened.

Isolde Stonebridge slowly shifted her gaze toward Ethan. Her golden amber pupils gleamed with aristocratic sharpness. Her slightly curled hair shimmered like burnished metal. Her dignified posture and noble aura made her appear like a sovereign born of heaven and earth.

In terms of beauty, she was no less stunning than Lana, the most beautiful woman in Noble Sun City.

Isolde stood, glanced in Ethan's direction, and chuckled softly.

"He actually wants to increase the price. This guy is indeed as arrogant as the Ashenvale family said."

Her mental energy swept outward—and landed on Ethan.

Then, she froze.

There was no spiritual fluctuation on Ethan's body.

His blood and essence was steady.

He appeared like an ordinary mortal.

"Is he using a secret technique to hide his strength?"

A flicker of curiosity crossed her features, followed by a soft whisper.

"Interesting."

"Saintess, how is he?" asked the man beside her.

He had gray-blue eyes like shattered starlight, a long ponytail, a mask covering half his face, and a scar at the corner of his right eye. His armor was cyan, engraved with emerald patterns. Though he emitted no aura, Isolde knew very well who he was.

Commander Damion.

One of the six commanders of the Holy Land.

A Supreme Realm powerhouse.

A man whose very existence commanded silence.

Only experts of equal realm could detect his strength. To anyone below him—he appeared like an ordinary man.

"He seems to have practiced some kind of secret technique to hide his aura, but I can't see through it," Isolde replied.

"Even Her Highness the Saint cannot see through him? Interesting. Let me give it a try," Damion said, rising from his seat.

His gaze pierced the air like an invisible sword.

Ethan's eyes flickered. He felt the sudden chill of mental pressure.

He turned smoothly toward Isolde's box—and in that instant, a terrifying mental force surged toward him.

"Supreme Realm?!"

Ethan's expression sharpened.

His Breathing Technique activated fully.

His Heaven-piercing Mind Eyes ignited.

A blue light flashed across Ethan's eyes, and his mental energy condensed like a fortress of crystalline steel, blocking the probing force.

The perception of a Supreme Realm expert was powerful—yet not omniscient.

After stepping into Nirvana Realm, Ethan's strength had made a qualitative leap. He had advanced five turns in succession. His foundation had multiplied dozens of times over.

With both the Breathing technique and Heaven-piercing Mind Eyes working together, even a Supreme Realm powerhouse could not easily see through him.

Damion withdrew his gaze. His brows lowered slightly.

"Interesting. Even my perception cannot penetrate his mental defenses."

"The guy named Ethan, who killed Alissa—an eighth-turn Mahayana—with merely the Dharma Body Realm, is truly extraordinary."

"Even Uncle Damion cannot see through him?" Isolde asked.

"I cannot see completely," Damion replied, "but I still learned something. During this period, he advanced to the Nirvana realm. I do not know exactly how many turns, but I estimate above the second turn."

He continued:

"This Ethan could kill an eighth-turn Mahayana in the Dharma Body Realm. After advancing to Nirvana, there are likely few below the Supreme Realm who could be his opponent."

He looked at Isolde.

"Your Highness the Saint—your true opponent has appeared."

A smile curved across Isolde's beautiful face.

"Invincible below the supreme realm? That's interesting…"

Ethan did not worry her.

On the contrary—

He thrilled her.

After so many years, someone finally appeared in Skyreach Territory who could stand on the same stage as she did.

Her blood stirred.

Her spirit awakened.

Her boredom shattered.

She seated herself again and asked leisurely:

"The Ashenvale family sent Karl Ashenvale to Noble Sun City, presumably to kill Ethan."

"But Karl has not yet entered the Supreme Realm… he may not necessarily win."

"Commander Damion, you have fought him before. What do you think?"

Damion folded his arms.

"Karl Ashenvale? Half-step Supreme Realm is still not true Supreme. But defeating Ethan shouldn't be a problem."

Then he paused.

"Of course, nothing is absolute. Ethan is not a soft persimmon. After advancing to Nirvana, he can likely handle a ninth-turn Mahayana, or even one at the peak of the ninth turn."

"If those two fight—no one can say for certain."

Isolde's eyes glimmered. "It seems Commander Damion is quite optimistic about Ethan."

"For someone with such monstrous talent, it is natural for the world to think highly of him," Damion replied.

"Let's not speak of the Blood Tavern. In the previous battle in Noble Sun City, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion sided with Ethan. One can imagine how terrifying the talent and strength he displayed must have been."

Isolde crossed her legs and rested her chin lightly on her hand.

"Even the Myriad Treasures Pavilion values Ethan so highly. Should we… attempt to win him over?"

"It is possible," Damion replied slowly, "but we must consider the Ashenvale family's emotions."

"Let us wait until after the Treasure Appraisal Conference. If Ethan can withstand the Ashenvale family's revenge, we may step forward to calm the conflict and attempt to recruit him."

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