Moreover, according to the intelligence network deployed throughout the Blackspire Mountains, there had been no reports of such a young and terrifying Supreme.

Blackspire Mountain was the stronghold of demon sects. Every notable prodigy, every cultivator with abnormal talent, was recorded meticulously.

Yet none matched Ethan.

The only notable figure was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect—but he was merely an Upper Demon Lord.

Even if the information Tyler possessed was outdated by several years, it was still impossible for that Holy Son to leap across realms and reach a level comparable to an Ultimate Supreme in such a short time.

That kind of leap defied reason.

As for the Skyreach Territory, Tyler was uncertain.

He only knew one thing—the undisputed overlord of Skyreach Territory was the Holy Land of Endless Mountains. And the so-called Holy Lord of Endless Mountains was, at best, an Upper Supreme with mediocre combat power.

Compared to the Palace of the Four Cycles?

Not worth mentioning.

The Heavenly Palace alone could send two or three commanders and wipe out the Holy Land entirely, crushing Skyreach Territory beneath its heel.

But the reason such a thing never happened was simple.

The relationship between the demon race and the human race was… tolerable.

Trade. Alliances. Mutual benefit.

The Demon Territory had never had the intention to invade Skyreach Territory. There was no need.

Their land was vast. Their resources abundant. A hundred times richer than Skyreach Territory.

Thus, very little attention was paid to that region.

Information lagged behind by over a decade.

Some powers in the Demon Territory didn't even know about the Holy Land of Endless Mountains. They only knew that somewhere there was a place called Skyreach Territory.

But no matter how Tyler considered it, he did **not** believe Ethan originated from Skyreach Territory or Blackspire Mountain.

Too strong.

Too dangerous.

Too unfathomable.

He was more inclined to believe that Ethan was either, a terrifying powerhouse hiding in the Demon Territory under disguise, a legendary ancient remnant awakened from slumber, or…

From the Verdant Lantern Empire.

That possibility weighed heavily.

The Verdant Lantern Empire was the true hegemon of Oceanreach.

The strongest empire on the continent.

An empire that possessed a Emperor Realm expert.

The Palace of the Four Cycles could dominate the Demon Territory—but in the Verdant Lantern Empire, they would not dare to act recklessly.

Too many ancient clans.

Too many hidden monsters.

Too many old devils who had lived through eras.

The foundation of that empire was so deep that even Tyler felt a faint sense of caution when thinking about it.

If Ethan truly came from there…

Then everything made sense.

With that thought, Tyler suppressed the turbulence in his heart.

There was no point speculating further.

After today, Ethan would almost certainly reach an agreement with the Sky family and enter the Training Trial Secret Realm with them.

And once inside—

The Palace of the Four Cycles would have plenty of opportunities.

Boom!

As Bruce's roar echoed across the arena, Ethan smiled faintly.

In the next instant—

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

It was pure pressure.

The shockwave born from that aura crushed the air outright, compressing it into roaring waves that slammed outward like invisible walls.

The entire arena shook.

People felt their chests tighten, their breathing stall, and a primal fear of death surged from deep within their bloodlines.

Ethan's presence alone was enough to suffocate them.

Around the arena, cultivators and demon lords reacted instantly, mobilizing spiritual energy and demonic energy to form defensive barriers before themselves.

Those who reacted even a breath too late spat blood and staggered backward.

Ethan stepped forward.

The violent wind parted before him.

His aura rolled forward like an advancing tide, crushing Bruce's overwhelming spear intent head-on.

The spear intent—sharp enough to seriously injure an Inferior Supreme—collapsed instantly.

Like tofu smashed by a mountain.

Ethan did not lift a finger.

He suppressed Bruce with aura alone.

"Holy shit…"

"Just his aura… he suppressed Bruce completely."

"Heavens—who is this Ethan?! Isn't cultivation as a half-human, half-demon notoriously difficult?! How does someone like this exist?!"

"Bruce is finished."

"The Palace of the Four Cycles has been domineering for too long. Maybe it's not a bad thing that someone finally dares to stand against them."

Whispers erupted everywhere.

Shock. Fear. Awe.

At the edge of the arena, Elara stared blankly.

Her pupils trembled.

Ethan's aura now was far more terrifying than when he fought Sasha earlier.

At that time, he had been restrained.

Now—he was not.

"This…" Elara murmured inwardly.

"This aura… it's comparable to Father and Mother."

Beside her, Damon could no longer sit still.

He stood up abruptly, staring at Ethan with a mixture of shock, envy, and undisguised admiration.

So young.

So powerful.

So overwhelming.

This was the image of strength he had once fantasized about.

If he could become even half as strong as Ethan…

Damon clenched his fists.

"If I were this strong," he thought bitterly, "the Sky family would never have needed to bow to the Palace of the Four Cycles."

Then another thought surfaced.

"If… if he truly becomes…"

A dangerous excitement stirred.

"Then maybe—just maybe—the Sky family could leave this cursed place of right and wrong one day."

Elara's heart beat faster.

She felt it.

The pull.

The instinctive attraction toward a powerful existence.

This was the cultivation world.

Heroes were destined to attract gazes.

And beauties… were never immune to heroes.

"Is he still hiding his strength?"

"Could he really be an Ultimate Demon Lord?"

Elara swallowed softly.

"This man is dangerous… but marrying him might not be such a bad fate."

On the arena, Bruce's expression had completely changed.

His spear intent had been crushed.

His aura suppressed.

His pride shattered.

Yet his eyes burned brighter than ever.

He knew.

He was no match.

But retreat was impossible.

If he stepped back now, his Dao heart would shatter.

He roared, veins bulging across his arms as he poured every last drop of power into his spear.

The purple spear hummed violently, lightning dancing across its surface as ancient runes ignited one by one.

Bruce's voice tore through the arena, hoarse and resolute.

"Super Inheritance technique, thunder spear, across the sky!"

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