Ethan Carter stepped forward, his eyes flickering as countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Yet his steps were calm and unhurried, showing not the slightest sign of panic.

After just a few breaths, Ethan Carter stood before the Saintess of the Blazing Sun, reaching into his robe, ready to hand over the item he carried. At this moment, Olivia Clark's eyes flickered as well; she waved away her maids, preparing to receive what Ethan Carter held.

“Are you really not going to consider the terms I mentioned?”

Ethan Carter's right hand suddenly paused. He looked seriously at the stunning girl before him. A faint fragrance drifted to his nose, but at this moment, Ethan Carter felt not a trace of desire.

“I told you, you have no right to negotiate terms with me.”

Olivia Clark's face was frosty, a hint of murderous intent showing.

This brat really doesn’t know his place!

Ethan Carter sighed inwardly, knowing there was no turning back. With a shift of thought, he let go, hiding nothing. His body trembled, and his aura surged higher and higher, actually able to stand on equal footing with the Saintess of the Blazing Sun—no sign of submission remained!

“You witch, you truly deserve a thousand deaths. Since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for what happens next!”

Ethan Carter spread his hands, lightning-fast, grabbing toward Olivia Clark. His move was crisp and decisive, as if he were a different person from before.

“How dare you! Courting death!”

Caught off guard, Olivia Clark's face turned icy. She hadn’t expected that this so-called useless member of the Five Thunders Sect would dare to attack her.

Bang!

Olivia Clark instinctively threw a punch forward... As her fist struck out, the room’s temperature soared, a fierce wind howled, and there was a hint of fire in the air. In the void, a blazing phantom of flame seemed to form.

Fist intent unleashed!

Olivia Clark's Blazing Sun Fist had reached an extremely advanced level.

However, though Olivia Clark was fast, Ethan Carter was even faster. One was a hasty counter, the other a calculated move—the difference was clear.

Rip!

A sound like tearing silk rang out as a piece of white gauze was instantly ripped from Olivia Clark's beautiful figure. Ethan Carter secretly resented Olivia Clark for framing him for peeping at her. This move was his way of taking revenge, humiliating her in return.

Yet, whether from using too much force or Olivia Clark's overly fierce reaction, in that moment, Ethan Carter's fingers accidentally caught the hem of Olivia Clark's inner wrap. With another ripping sound, that alluring pink undergarment was unintentionally pulled off by Ethan Carter.

Ethan Carter felt his vision blur, and two soft, snowy mounds instantly leapt into view. In that hurried glance, he even caught sight of two shockingly rosy points that stirred up waves of desire.

“Th-this...”

Ethan Carter was dumbfounded. This seductive scene was clearly not part of his plan, and he felt a sudden urge to have a nosebleed. At that moment, a sharp pain struck his chest, and Ethan Carter was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

Though he had prepared his body in advance, using a martial arts technique to deflect most of the force, Olivia Clark's strength was still far above his. Even the mere brush of her fist wind left him seriously injured.

Bang!

A screen behind Ethan Carter shattered into pieces as he crashed into it.

“Ah! Kill him for me! Now!”

Olivia Clark clutched her chest wrap with both hands, covering her chest as large swathes of her body were exposed. Her eyes were filled with both terror and fury as she screamed, utterly flustered and out of control.

Seeing Olivia Clark so disheveled and frantic from his accidental move, Ethan Carter felt a surge of vengeful satisfaction. The once proud and regal woman now looked like an ordinary girl whose innocence had been violated.

Though this woman was as beautiful as a fairy, she was arrogant, domineering, and ruthless—always threatening to break his legs. Ethan Carter knew he was no match for her in martial arts, but being able to take revenge in this way was still satisfying.

“You reckless brat, you’re asking for death!” Five sharp-eyed old women, their gazes murderous, raised their hands, ready to kill Ethan Carter in one move.

This boy was unbelievably bold, daring to molest the Saintess of the Blazing Sun right in front of them—he clearly had no idea what death meant.

“Fine! Do it! Let’s all go down together!”

Ethan Carter sneered. Not only did he not dodge, he even puffed out his chest and moved toward the old women’s claws:

“In front of everyone, if you kill me, the Young Sect Master of the Five Thunders Sect, I’d like to see how you plan to leave Five Thunders Mountain today!”

Boom!

At these words, the whole room was shocked. The five old women seemed struck by lightning, their bodies trembling. The claws that were about to pierce Ethan Carter's body stopped abruptly.

They had only thought of avenging the Saintess and had momentarily forgotten that this so-called useless boy still held the title of Young Sect Master of the Five Thunders Sect.

“What, still not going to do it?”

Ethan Carter sneered. His gaze swept around, knowing his words had worked. He immediately took the upper hand, clasping his hands behind his back and staring at the five old women with a look as cold as death:

“Have you all grown too used to your pampered lives? Have you forgotten where you are? Do you think this is still the Blazing Sun Sect?”

Ethan Carter shouted, his voice fierce and commanding: