Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 470: 470: Halcroen Sect Enters the Territory!_1

Ethan Smith sneered, “Nothing much, just killing you.”

Before his words even finished, Ethan Smith had already closed in.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed the Heaven Swallowing Skill, turning several Grandmasters into dried-up corpses in an instant.

Unfortunately, their deaths did not provide much benefit to Ethan Smith, as the effect was nearly null.

“Perhaps killing a Peak Form Grandmaster would yield some effect,” Ethan Smith remarked in his thoughts.

“If only I could kill a Martial Marquis,” Ethan Smith pondered.

Martial Marquis was equivalent to the Golden Core Stage in the cultivation world.

Upon entering the Golden Core Stage, one would produce a golden core within their body.

By that time, devouring a Martial Marquis’ golden core would yield unimaginable effects.

Of course, all of that seemed too far away for Ethan Smith right now.

Soon after, Ethan Smith pushed open the doors of the Hydrating Tower and strode upstairs.

On the fifth floor, Franklin Duarte was sitting cross-legged, absorbing the qi emanating from the Hydrating Tower.

His cultivation was slowly improving. While the Hydrating Tower’s effects were similar to Enlightenment Tea, one’s progress was still tied to their natural talent.

Therefore, Franklin Duarte’s pace wasn’t as fast as imagined.

Just as he was immersed in the process, a large hand reached over and grabbed him by the collar, tossing him aside.

Franklin Duarte’s eyes snapped open, glaring at Ethan Smith in front of him. He said coldly, “Who are you, and are you seeking death?”

Ethan Smith sneered, “Just get lost and never come back.”

Franklin Duarte’s face grew cold as he snorted, “Are you talking to me? Do you know who I am? I’m from the Great Saint Sect!”

“Oh right, you’re from the Great Saint Sect,” Ethan Smith feigned realization as if remembering something.

Thinking that Ethan Smith was frightened by his affiliation with the Great Saint Sect, Franklin Duarte scoffed, “Now you’re scared? Get out of here quickly, or don’t blame me for not being polite!”

“No, no, you misunderstood,” Ethan Smith grinned.

“I was going to spare your life, but since you’re from the Great Saint Sect, I can’t let you leave alive,” Ethan Smith sneered.

Franklin Duarte’s face changed as he said in shock, “What…what do you mean?”

Ethan Smith sneered, “If I let you report this news to the Great Saint Sect, my time would be even shorter.”

As Ethan Smith spoke, he stepped towards Franklin Duarte, murderous spirit emanating from him.

Feeling Ethan Smith’s overwhelming aura, Franklin Duarte asked fearfully, “Who…who exactly are you?”

Ethan Smith didn’t reply but responded with a golden punch.

Franklin Duarte’s face turned pale, with nowhere to hide, he could only attempt to deflect the attack hurriedly.

Upon impact, his body was thrown back, and the bones in his fist shattered.

“Golden light…you…you must be Ethan Smith!” Franklin Duarte exclaimed in terror.

“You guessed right, but unfortunately, there’s no reward,” Ethan Smith grinned.

Franklin Duarte knew he was in deep trouble and turned to flee, but Ethan Smith would not give him the opportunity.

A flash of golden light zipped by, and a formidable golden palm slapped onto Franklin Duarte’s body.

The blow shattered half of his body, leaving him unable to stand or fight.

“Don’t…don’t kill me!” Franklin Duarte cried out in fear.

Ethan Smith had long grown tired of such pleas for mercy.

He ignored Franklin Duarte and unleashed the Heaven Swallowing Skill once more.

After dealing with Franklin Duarte, Ethan Smith couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

He took out Franklin Duarte’s phone and checked the call records.

The first entry was Elder Foster from the Great Saint Sect.

“It appears he has already informed the elders of the Great Saint Sect,” Ethan Smith thought, furrowing his brow.

The journey from the Great Saint Sect to Dolan would take at most six hours.

“I must uncover the secrets of the Hydrating Tower within these six hours,” he cast aside the phone.

He released his divine sense and began searching the Hydrating Tower.

Time passed quickly as Ethan Smith searched through all five floors without finding anything.

After two full hours, Ethan Smith came up empty.

Nothing seemed present within the Hydrating Tower, yet wherever he went, the slow improvement of his realm could be felt.

The effect was somewhat consistent, with the only difference being that the qi on the fifth floor was more concentrated.

“Weird,” Ethan Smith frowned.

“Could it really be the tower itself that brings the effects?” he wondered in his thoughts.

“I can’t possibly just take the tower away, can I?” he muttered to himself.

Thinking of this, Ethan Smith leaped into the air and flew out of the Hydrating Tower.

Looking at the towering structure, he couldn’t help but feel troubled.

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, four hours had passed.

“Not much time is left for me,” he thought, growing anxious.

He had found nothing during the four hours.

“There’s no choice,” he contemplated giving up.

Sitting inside the Hydrating Tower, Ethan Smith closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

A few minutes later, his eyes suddenly snapped open!

“If I can’t take the Hydrating Tower away, then I must find a way to keep it here!” Ethan Smith said coldly.

He had no other choice but to resort to a backup plan.

The only way to keep the Hydrating Tower was through the use of formations!

Ethan Smith’s inheritance contained countless formations, among which were numerous mountain protection formations!

If he could set up a Divine Rank killing formation, there would be nothing left to worry about!

Even if he established a sect in Dolan someday, it would ensure his sect’s safety!

With this in mind, Ethan Smith quickly found a suitable formation.

The formation was called “Nine Netherworld Killing Formation” which could utilize the energy of heaven and earth to fend off enemies.

Legend has it that during the time of warfare, a master of technique once set up this formation and defied hundreds of thousands of enemy troops!

“This will do,” thought Ethan Smith.

But setting up the Nine Netherworld Killing Formation was no easy task. Even with Ethan Smith’s knowledge, it would take at least three days.

Just then, he sensed a presence approaching from a distance.

One, two, three… A total of six people!

“Huh? There’s only one half-step Martial Marquis?” Ethan Smith keenly sensed their auras!

“If there’s only one half-step Martial Marquis, I don’t have much to fear,” Ethan Smith grinned coldly as he leaped out of the Hydrating Tower.

Standing at the entrance, he calmly awaited the arrival of the Great Saint Sect members.

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was William Richardson who called.

“Why would William Richardson suddenly call me?” Ethan Smith frowned.

He picked up his phone and answered the call.

Immediately, he heard William Richardson’s voice on the other end, “Ethan Smith, I just received confirmed news that the people from the Halcroen Sect have entered our territory.”