MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 8 Episode 90

The sound echoed in the fortress for a long time, and the Power of Martial Saint had completely infused into Ethan Smith’s body.

Ethan stood there without moving, his eyes slightly closed, as if feeling this ultimate power.

“Is this the Power of Martial Saint?” Ethan whispered softly, clenching his fists and feeling the overwhelming power surge like a vast sea!

This was a power Ethan had never experienced before, so strong that it was intoxicating and irresistible!

At this moment, Ethan was eager to know the power of the Martial Saint’s strength.

He even anticipated the arrival of the Purple Flame Sect sooner.

“How do you feel now?” Tilda Avery asked as she approached.

Ethan nodded, “Very good.”

“That’s good,” Tilda sighed in relief when she noticed his demeanor.

The round disk in front of them began to shatter, turning into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Pointing at the ruins, Ethan questioned with a puzzled expression, “Mrs. Avery, was the young man just now the ancestor of the Avery family? He’s so young, quite different from what I imagined.”

Tilda explained, “Many top cultivators in the family leave a backup at the peak of their power to protect their family. What you saw was our ancestor at his peak.”

Ethan suddenly understood.

They did think quite far ahead.

At the peak of their power, people usually didn’t consider the future.

After leaving the fortress, Ethan followed Tilda back to the Avery family villa’s Great Hall.

In the hall, the Averys were waiting anxiously.

Seeing Ethan, they all stood up quickly.

Their eyes seemed to be on guard.

Even their attitudes seemed a bit odd.

“Ethan, how… how do you feel?” Herman Avery asked tentatively.

Ethan bowed slightly, “Mr. Avery, I feel great now.”

Seeing Ethan’s attitude, Herman was also relieved.

He was worried that once Ethan gained the Power of Martial Saint, he would turn his back on them.

“Then… it’s up to you to deal with the Purple Flame Sect’s matter,” Herman said.

Ethan nodded, “You can rest assured.”

At this moment, Mr. Avery suddenly asked gravely, “Ethan, even though you now possess the Power of Martial Saint, I still want to know, how do you plan to protect the Avery family?”

“Yes, we all want to know,” Herman nodded.

Ethan sat down on the sofa, and after a moment of silence, he looked around at everyone.

“There is only one way to achieve this once and for all,” Ethan said solemnly.

“What’s that?” everyone’s gaze shifted to Ethan.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Ethan’s eyes.

He said coldly, “Make all the forces in the Proseponia Kingdom submit to me!”

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock!

To make all the forces submit to one person? This idea was simply insanity!

“Ethan, the various powers in Proseponia Kingdom have been entrenched for years and have never been unified. You want everyone to submit to you, which is… almost impossible,” Herman said.

Ethan laughed, “It’s simple: if they don’t agree, kill them all.”

Anyway, Ethan needed golden cores right now, so slaughtering them would solve his issue.

The people in the Great Hall looked at each other, feeling a bit scared of Ethan’s words.

Ethan stood up, “Don’t worry, I promised the Averys to protect the family’s safety.”

“Ethan, do you know that other forces may also have the Power of Martial Saint?” Tilda reminded.

Ethan laughed, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Then do you know how many Marquis there are among the Proseponia Kingdom’s various forces? At least nearly a hundred Marquis when combined!” Herman warned with a serious face.

“One against a hundred? Ethan, do you really think you can do it?”

Ethan said lightly, “In my eyes, the current Marquis are nothing more than ants, not worth mentioning.”

This was the confidence he gained from the Power of Martial Saint!

As long as there were no Martial Saints in this world, Ethan feared no one!

Everyone saw Ethan’s confident look and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“Let’s wait for the Purple Flame Sect to show up,” Ethan laughed.

After leaving these words, Ethan returned to his residence.

As soon as he returned, the man with the mustache eagerly asked, “How is it? Did you get it?”

Ethan nodded, “Yes, I got it.”

The mustached man’s face showed curiosity as he touched and prodded Ethan, muttering, “It doesn’t seem any different…”

Ethan rolled his eyes, “I haven’t used the Power of Martial Saint yet; it can only last a month at most, so I can’t bear to waste it.”

For the next two days.

Ethan sat cross-legged in his room without leaving, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Purple Flame Sect.

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Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the three days had passed.

On the morning of the third day.

The Avery family members all stood in the square with somber expressions on their faces.

They stared nervously at the entrance.

At this moment, the sound of engines roared in the distance.

Soon, several cars drove straight in.

As the cars stopped, more than ten Marquis stepped out!

The leader was a man dressed in black.

The tall and handsome man exuded an aura of nobility, and the faint presence of a Marquis around him was even more chilling.

“It’s actually Carver Nox leading the team.” Seeing the man, Herman and the others’ faces changed slightly.

Carver Nox led the group towards Herman and the others.

He looked down at Herman and said indifferently, “Who’s in charge in the Avery family?”

“I am,” Herman stepped forward nervously.

Carver Nox coldly stared at Herman and said, “It’s been three days since our Purple Flame Sect gave you the deadline, and now that time has passed. What’s your decision?”

Herman took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Nox, our Avery family has always respected the Purple Flame Sect. Do we really need to fight today?”

Carver Nox narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “By the sound of it, you’re not planning to accept our Purple Flame Sect’s goodwill.”

Seeing this, Herman couldn’t help but say coldly, “Carver Nox, our Avery family is not afraid of you!”

Upon hearing this, Carden Nox burst into laughter!

His terrifying laughter echoed in the Avery family for a long time, filling everyone’s hearts with strong unease.

“Ignorant!” Carver Nox’s laughter stopped abruptly as he suddenly reached out and tried to slap Herman.

Just then, a golden palm suddenly reached out and grabbed Carver Nox’s wrist.

The hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Carver Nox’s wrist tightly and leaving him unable to move.

Carver Nox’s face changed slightly, and he coldly asked, “Who are you?”

“I am your father!” Without a second word, Ethan swung his golden palm and slapped Carver Nox!