A soft sound rang out—the figure charging forward with a ferocious blade could no longer advance, could no longer strike down. His entire body was swept up by a sudden violent wind, and the knife in his hand, forced by the wild gale from the opposite side, was actually turned around by sheer force and smashed back toward his own head with unstoppable power!

The force of the return was several times more savage than the initial attack!

Faced with such a sudden change, the man was utterly shocked and terrified to the extreme. Fortunately, he was a battle-hardened veteran, quick to react. With a desperate effort, he tried to control the situation, but with a crack, both his wrists broke at once. The back of the blade struck his own head with a loud “bang,” instantly splitting his head open and causing blood to gush!

Under the impact of the force, his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the wall with a “bang,” bounced back, his muscles and bones feeling as if they would shatter—but at least he had responded well enough to save his life.

With just a sweep of his sleeve, Ethan Brooks had achieved such a shocking result! Using only invisible force, he had sent the steel blade flying back in reverse!

“Heavenly Origin Grandmaster realm?!... Who are you?” The few people opposite were stunned at the sight, their voices changing pitch in shock!

Oh my gods and buddhas, we just came out to do a mission, and were already about to get away unscathed—how did we randomly run into someone in a little alley who turns out to be a nightmare-level monster... What kind of damn luck is this...

The spiritual energy within Ethan Brooks was still boiling, hardly diminished by the previous strike. At this moment, it surged so fiercely that his whole body felt like it would explode. With a cold snort, he reached out and made a grasping motion in the air, then swept both hands—“clang!”—the night air visibly twisted, and he actually pulled a sword out of thin air!

Spiritual energy forming a sword—everything can be a weapon!

This was the signature move of Lord Ethan: Laughing Across the Sky!

A smile in the void, a soul-reaping strike!

“A sword from nothing?! You’re...” The people opposite cried out in alarm, retreating at once. Clearly, they knew they were no match and wanted to flee.

But it was already too late.

A murderous gleam flashed in Ethan Brooks’s eyes. He stepped forward and thrust out his sword!

A dazzling burst of purple energy appeared silently, then exploded forth, like the most brilliant purple firework suddenly blooming in the night sky. The sword light flashed by, as if chasing after a thousand years of lost time—here and gone in an instant!

“Ugh...” With a strange muffled groan, the man who had attacked earlier and two others were pierced through the throat, their eyes bulging, both hands clutching desperately at their necks as they collapsed limply to the ground.

One sword, three kills!

“Something from nothing, purple energy to the ends of the earth!” The leader, who was farthest from Ethan Brooks and quickest to react, retreated with lightning speed. He was the only survivor among his group, but even so, a deep gash had been cut across his chest. His eyes were still full of shock and terror as he stared at Ethan Brooks: “So it’s you! Natalie Carter; you actually dare to attack us! Even if you are the world’s number one assassin, the The Sovereign will never let you go!”

Ethan Brooks was taken aback. Natalie Carter? Who’s that? The world’s number one assassin? There’s someone that impressive in the mortal world...

And, The Sovereign? What The Sovereign? Who’s that supposed to be?

He was about to strike again to finish off this guy and leave no loose ends, but suddenly felt that the energy which had been so abundant just moments ago was now receding rapidly, like the tide going out. The crisis in his meridians was resolved, but the extreme outburst just now had also expended all the power from that powder.

Spiritual energy that wasn’t truly refined by himself could never last.

With no more spiritual energy to sustain it, the sword formed from spiritual energy in his hand also vanished. Ethan Brooks snorted and shouted, “You’ve got the wrong person.”

Lord Ethan walks the world with integrity—what’s true is true, what’s false is false. He would never let someone else take the blame for him!

But the more he denied it, the more convinced the man became that he was Natalie Carter. Such a calm and imposing demeanor, such a distinctive fighting style—if he wasn’t the number one assassin, who else could he be?

The man snorted, “Natalie Carter, we’ll meet again! Just you wait!” With a backward flip, driven by extreme fear, he unleashed unimaginable potential, spun around, and disappeared into the night without a trace.

Thank goodness that killing star didn’t strike again... The masked man was drenched in cold sweat. Truly, he’d just scraped by with his life...

The sounds of searching all around were getting closer and closer.

This place was no longer safe!

Little did he know, Ethan Brooks was also secretly feeling lucky: “That assassin didn’t strike again—truly, I’ve scraped by with my life!”

By Ethan Brooks’s estimation, the fleeing assassin leader was the strongest of the group, even more formidable than the one who had attacked him earlier. If that man had dared to attack him just now, the little strength he had left would have been no match.

Though the last bit of energy remaining wasn’t enough to fight, it was enough to escape. Ethan Brooks’s figure flickered like a ghost and vanished from the spot in an instant.

This move was the famed movement technique of Lord Ethan’s previous life: A Smile Across the Horizon!

Ethan Brooks flashed out dozens of yards; he crashed heavily to the ground, the sudden surge of spiritual energy within him now utterly depleted!

At his peak, Lord Ethan could use A Smile Across the Horizon to instantly traverse dozens of miles. But now, it was only dozens of yards—a world of difference.