Ethan Carter's gaze was fixed intently on the Second Elder David Foster atop the tiger-hound.

Boom!

The giant paw of the tiger-hound slammed down, its momentum earth-shattering. Within a radius of ten zhang, the ground trembled. Just as Ethan Carter was about to be killed beneath the beast's claw, a sudden change occurred.

"Beast!"

A furious shout rang out, the air exploded, and above Ethan Carter's head, a palm appeared out of thin air. This palm trembled violently, swelling rapidly. At first, it was as white as jade, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant bronze hand like that of a deity, carrying overwhelming power as it crashed fiercely into the tiger-hound's paw.

Chapter 8 Impeachment

Boom!

Palm and claw collided, producing a resounding clang like a great bell, as if two pieces of hardened steel had struck each other. David Foster's tiger-hound seemed to suffer a great loss, let out a low growl, and was forcibly knocked back several zhang. Its sharp claws gouged deep marks into the ground.

"Mm!"

A muffled groan came faintly from behind, followed by the sound of someone stepping back half a step. At the same time, a familiar scent immediately reached his nose.

"Aunt!"

Ethan Carter blurted out instinctively. His heart was filled with anxiety, and almost without thinking, he turned and threw himself into the arms of the figure behind him.

This series of actions was entirely instinctive. By the time Ethan Carter came to his senses, he was already in someone's embrace. Although it was actually his first time meeting her, the feeling of deep affection seemed to be etched into his very soul.

"Xi'er, are you alright?"

A gentle voice reached his ears, full of concern.

It was a middle-aged Taoist nun, dressed in a cloud-patterned robe. Though already over forty, she was as well-maintained as a woman in her thirties. Her hair was jet-black and cloud-like, adorned with a Taoist hairpin. Her skin was fair as jade, radiating beauty—she must have been a great beauty in her youth. At this moment, she was lowering her head, looking at Ethan Carter with concern.

This beautiful Taoist nun was none other than Ethan Carter's own aunt, the Third Elder of the Five Thunder Sect, Grace Carter.

Ethan Carter had once thought that, as a transmigrator, he could calmly face everything around him. Yet, looking at the slightly pale face before him, and the genuine anxiety and concern upon it, Ethan Carter's heart trembled.

He knew he still couldn't face everything around him with indifference.

"I'm fine!"

Ethan Carter felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

"David Foster!"

Grace Carter suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury: "How dare you let the tiger harm Xi'er?!"

"Haha, so it's Elder Carter. You're still so protective of this little brat! It was just an accident, why get so angry?"

David Foster looked down from above, calm and composed.

"David Foster, don't test my limits! If anything happens to Xi'er, I will tear you to pieces!" Grace Carter's voice was cold and severe. Thinking of what had just happened, she was still shaken.

"Hmph!" David Foster's face turned cold at her words, and he said icily:

"Grace Carter, don't push your luck! This little brat has caused a monstrous disaster, I just wanted to teach him a small lesson. You can protect him for a while, but can you protect him for a lifetime?"

"Whether he caused trouble or not will be decided by the Elders' Council, not you! If you dare lay a hand on him again, don't blame me for forgetting our sect ties!"

Grace Carter's face was frosty, and in her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of steely resolve.

David Foster paused slightly at her words. It was obvious that Ethan Carter was her bottom line. David Foster could sense that this old Taoist nun wasn't just talking—she really would risk her life against him.

He was someone who cherished his own life and certainly didn't want to go all out against Grace Carter.

"Hmph! Old nun, who do you think you are to speak to my father like that?"

At this moment, a head poked out from behind David Foster. It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, his face full of arrogance:

"My father is the future sect leader. Just for what you said today, that's a grave crime of betraying your master and ancestors. You'll be the first to be dealt with in the future!"

Ethan Carter's sharp eyes recognized this youth as David Foster's son, Charles Foster.

Grace Carter was so angry at these words that she could have become a Buddha twice over. She was an elder of the Five Thunder Sect, of high status. Yet now even David Foster's son dared to insult her. It showed just how arrogant David Foster usually was within the sect.

Grace Carter was trembling all over with rage.

Ethan Carter saw all of this. His aunt being humiliated—how could he, as her nephew, stand by?

In a flash, Ethan Carter stepped forward: "David Foster, you'd better discipline your son. I hear he's your only child—I'm afraid he won't live to see eighteen. Aunt, if anything happens to me, I have only one wish: kill that brat to accompany me in death!"

Ethan Carter's words were utterly resolute, and extremely vicious.

David Foster's expression changed on the spot:

"You little bastard! How dare you—"

Ethan Carter's words had struck his sore spot. David Foster feared nothing and no one, and was arrogant and lawless within the sect. He even dared to kill Ethan Carter in public. But his son Charles Foster was his only weakness.

David Foster was already old, and it was impossible for him to have another son. If Charles Foster died, the Meng family would truly be left without an heir. Even if he gained the position of sect leader of the Five Thunder Sect, it would be meaningless.