Chapter 2

Although today it was already destined that Lord Ethan, this great threat, could be eliminated, the price paid in this operation was so heavy that even superpowers like the Three Great Sects could not bear it; among the top experts of the Three Great Sects, without exception, at least eighty percent were slaughtered. Such devastating losses would likely take a thousand years to recover from.

During this period, if any other force were to rise, it would inevitably shake the transcendent status of the Three Great Sects—undoubtedly the worst possible outcome. What’s more, there are still formidable opponents like the Palace and the Pavilion eyeing them covetously!

And all of this, up to now, remains a complete mystery. Even now, no one knows what madness possessed this terrifying Lord Ethan! The so-called “hurting others without benefiting oneself”—this is exactly it!

The always-willful, domineering, and utterly unrestrained Lord Ethan—went mad?

Ethan Brooks sneered and laughed: “You don’t know? You really don’t know? Heh heh...”

He lowered his head, looking at the gaping hole in his chest, his internal organs clearly visible. Yet, he stretched his battered body and said indifferently, “Originally, no matter how much evil you Three Great Sects committed, it had nothing to do with me. But you monopolized cultivation resources, forcibly diverted spiritual veins; monopolized rare treasures; made it so that in the entire Azure Cloud Heaven Domain, no one but your own people could cultivate... Such overbearing and tyrannical acts, cutting off others’ futures—I simply can’t stand it! Since I can’t stand it, I have to intervene!”

“Lord Brooks, you are mistaken! The treasures of the world belong only to the virtuous; the path of cultivation has always been survival of the fittest. What wrong is there in what we do?”

“Haha...” Ethan Brooks coughed and laughed loudly: “The virtuous? That’s not wrong—the treasures of the world do belong to the people of the world, whoever seizes them owns them. But, in order to seize spiritual mountains, you sacrifice spiritual veins, often slaughtering tens of thousands at a time, turning a once-prosperous land of a thousand miles into a ghostly dead zone overnight, using the massive bloody spiritual energy to rapidly form spiritual veins, while claiming to the outside that the area was struck by plague, that you had no choice, that it was for the good of the world... How many such twisted, insane acts have you committed over the years? And you still dare to call yourselves virtuous? What a joke! The virtuous! Haha...”

A burst of laughter, filled with undisguised mockery.

“All the cultivation resources in the world are yours! If anyone else tries to touch them, it’s an unforgivable crime, their entire clan should be exterminated, no hope of survival! You were the ones who took things to the extreme first. Now I use the same methods against you—what’s so hard to understand?”

Ethan Brooks’s lips curled downward in a cold sneer.

As these words came out, the faces of the three people leading the opposition instantly turned extremely ugly.

“So... the original intention of Lord Brooks in targeting our Three Great Sects was actually to uphold justice for the world’s cultivators? Heh, Lord Brooks truly is a man of benevolence and righteousness. But I wonder, with Lord Brooks about to fall today, who will stop the grand plans of our Three Great Sects in the future? Though we have suffered heavy losses, our foundations remain. At most, within a thousand years, our strength will be fully restored. Unfortunately, after today, there will be no more Lord Ethan renowned throughout the world!” the white-bearded elder said with a hint of mockery.

“As long as I live, I will never allow you to be so insane. But if I die... then nothing in this world has anything to do with me.” Ethan Brooks’s smile was endlessly indifferent: “But as long as I live one more day, the only thing I want to do is to wipe out you bastards!”

His words were arrogant and disdainful, but in his heart, he sighed: Brother, in the end, I still couldn’t avenge you and wipe out the Three Great Sects!

This is the regret of my life!

“So that’s how it is. We understand.” The white-bearded elder slowly nodded, his face instantly shrouded in murderous madness: “Enough words, and your time is up. Our Three Great Sects will never allow you to remain in this world!”

The old man gritted his teeth and waved his hand: “Kill! At all costs!”

This time, everyone present attacked together, almost frenziedly unleashing their full power! Hundreds of peak experts risked their lives at once, beams of white light crisscrossed, countless mighty forces converged at this moment, all striking toward Ethan Brooks with the force of a sky-shattering thunderbolt!

The combined attack of the Three Great Sects truly shook heaven and earth. Clouds of dust shot up to the sky, the world seemed to collapse in an instant, and the mountain where Ethan Brooks stood was covered in flying debris, utterly destroyed in a flash.

Ethan Brooks laughed loudly. After fighting non-stop for a month without sleep, by now he was completely spent, barely able to move. Facing such a world-destroying attack, he had not even a shred of strength to dodge; he simply laughed, looking indifferently at the oncoming assault.

In an instant, the overwhelming force crashed down, shattering Ethan Brooks along with the entire mountain beneath him!

In the air, only his defiant words remained.

“It’s just a pity that I, Ethan Brooks, stood alone and could not slaughter every one of you beasts in human clothing! If I, Ethan Brooks, could rise again, I would cut down every last one of you madmen... One hand cannot clap, and so evil runs rampant—this is the regret of my life!”

This Lord Ethan, who had always acted alone and was invincible, finally, in the last moment of his life, realized his greatest flaw!

Alone and unsupported!