In the end, of the twenty-two Supremes of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets Alliance, only four remained alive.
Arza.
Enzo Vernal.
The owner of Shadow Moon Tower.
And the owner of Illusion Dream Sect.
The night sky was finally quiet.
Blood mist drifted slowly, and the shattered space of Noble Sun City gradually repaired itself, though the scars of destruction remained etched into every corner.
Enzo Vernal stared at Ethan, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving.
"Ethan," he roared hoarsely, voice trembling with rage and despair, "things have already come to this—why do you still insist on killing members of my Vernal clan?!"
Ethan looked at him calmly, then suddenly laughed.
"Haha," he said coldly.
"Today, I broke through to the Supreme Realm so I could win."
He took a step forward, his aura pressing down like a mountain.
"If I had failed to break through," Ethan continued, eyes sharp as blades, "and you defeated me instead—would you have let me go?"
Silence.
