When Belle Thunderhall saw the handsome long-haired man descend like a meteor of pale blue light, her expression instantly shifted into a soft, alluring charm. She slid her arm around his as though she had just been rescued from calamity.
"Are you okay?" Alex Thunderhall, Head of the Thunderhall Family, asked gently, eyes filled with concern.
"It's nothing," Belle said, voice trembling deliberately.
"It's just that boy Ethan… he bullies others with his artifacts!"
"Ethan?" Alex's brows tightened as he turned toward the youth standing in the battlefield's center.
He had heard countless rumors about Ethan.
A physical cultivator with monstrous combat power.
A peerless evildoer capable of fighting across realms as casually as breathing.
Ranked first on the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets' Heaven's Prodigy List.
But rumors were one thing—seeing the aftermath of his power was another.
