Ethan stood at the center of the devastated battlefield and slowly swept his gaze across the surroundings.
The mountains had collapsed, the earth was scorched, and the air still carried the lingering scent of blood and burnt soil.
Then he spoke calmly.
"You are still here."
"Do you want to have a match with me?"
His indifferent voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.
The remaining onlookers froze.
They exchanged glances, cupped their hands respectfully toward Ethan, and then turned to leave without hesitation.
"This Ethan is too fierce. I have never seen such a monster in my life."
"If the human race truly has someone like him, I fear a powerful emperor will eventually rise among them."
Old Man Gale stared at Ethan.
At this moment, he felt a trace of envy.
If he possessed such talent, or even one of the divine weapons in Ethan's hands, it would be enough to dominate the northwest of the Demon Territory.
