Different from Gilbert, all the tremendous momentum bursting from Ethan arose from his own blood, forming a light red circular field that sealed off the overwhelming killing aura radiating from Gilbert.
"Look, it's that person—so young?!" murmurs spread among the crowd.
"His aura is so fierce, yet why is there no spiritual energy fluctuating within him?"
"Probably a physical cultivator."
"The man chained beside the Sixth Prince must be above sixth-turn Mahayana in strength."
"This young cultivator rivaling him—what secret ancient force does he hail from?"
"No, fall back!"
As the whispers died, expressions shifted sharply—one after another, everyone withdrew their spiritual energy and retreated.
A potent killing intent, fused with the raw pressure of blood, had become too formidable to bear.
No one wished to involve themselves further, hastening away to avoid injury from the battle.
The ruthless clash between Ethan and Gilbert had reached a fierce peak.
