Lucas and Old Man Xalor did the same. The auras of the four surged violently in an instant, climbing at a frightening rate.
Seeing this, Ethan merely smiled faintly. A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes.
"You are afraid."
His voice was calm and abrupt.
"But it is too late."
The quiet words fell into everyone's ears like a final verdict.
Ethan formed a seal with one hand.
Three clones split from his body in a flash.
They rushed toward Old Man Xalor and the other two Ultimate Supremes.
Ethan himself stepped forward and appeared directly before Lucas.
"Pavilion Master Lucas. The Sky-Suppressing Turtle Shell of your Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has long fallen into my hands. Without the blessing of that artifact, even if you burn your soul, you will not escape death tonight."
"Originally, I bore no grievance against your Pavilion."
