Mrs. And Mr. Smith
/ Mrs. and Mr. Smith Chapter 1604 – Chapter 1604 Chapter 1604 Full
Chapter 1604: Chapter 1604: Full-scale Attack on the North Plain Chapter 1604: Chapter 1604: Full-scale Attack on the North Plain The three divided their tasks clearly. Although Viola Carter didn't want things to go this way, she also knew in her heart that controlling these three people by herself was simply impossible.
What's more, this was originally their territory, so she could only go along with it.
Soon, Eric Mitchell and Alf Dillon both left the Azure Rock Sect. Only Obadiah Heptinstall and Viola Carter remained, standing there without leaving.
He looked somber, his mind lost in thought.
“What's the matter, scared?” Viola Carter stepped forward and asked casually.
Obadiah Heptinstall shot her a cold glance and said, “Why would I fear a junior? If I wanted him dead, he would've died long ago.”
“That was before, but unfortunately, you just weren't decisive enough,” Viola Carter mocked him without mercy.
Obadiah remained silent. The main reason he hadn't attacked Ethan Smith was his nagging feeling that Ethan still had some hidden trump card. The second reason, undeniably, was his own cautious personality.
Now, ridiculed so openly by Eric Mitchell and the others, he could only take the opportunity to dampen Ethan Smith's growing momentum.
On Bamboo Mountain, Ethan Smith was preparing to leave.
He turned to Gregory Hum and said, “I've waited for days. If I keep waiting like this, it's purely a waste of time.”
Gregory Hum asked in surprise, “What do you plan to do?”
Ethan Smith took a deep breath and replied, “Secluding oneself for cultivation isn't the best decision at the moment, but for the future, I have no other choice.”
“Indeed,” Gregory nodded.
“The Southern Province ultimately needs someone to step forward.”
*Ethan sighed inwardly, feeling confused.*
*Why was the Leader of the Cloud Sect, despite his overwhelming strength, entirely unwilling to take action?*
*Even his own younger brother was killed, yet he remained utterly indifferent.*
*His lack of reaction made it impossible for people to place their bets on him.*
Ethan looked back at Gregory Hum and said, “Brother Gregory, the Southern Province will have to rely on you more.”
Although Gregory was reluctant, given the current circumstances, he had no other choice.
That very day, Ethan Smith left Bamboo Mountain and headed straight for Medicinal Saint City.
Medicinal Saint City held many rare herbs–leaving them there untouched would be a waste. Ethan decided to take them all, stuffing them into his pocket for good measure.
Not a single soul in Medicinal Saint City dared to stop Ethan; they could only watch helplessly as all those herbs vanished into his Spatial Magic Artifact.
After leaving Medicinal Saint City, Ethan went directly to Grandeous Mountain.
This was the former residence of Randall Freeman. Its prime location, now abandoned, radiated a desolate tranquility.
Grandeous Mountain was once the abode of a Tribulation Stage Great Cultivator. Although much of the lingering aura had been eroded by time, careful sensing still revealed faint traces of its imposing presence.
Sitting cross-legged on the mountain's summit, Ethan murmured, “If I'm not mistaken, breaking through this time will most likely require dark energy.”
But at this moment, Ethan had no other options and could only take it step by step.
He extended a thread of his divine sense into his Spatial Magic Artifact.
Inside this artifact lay Kendrick Burke's collection. The herbs within were nothing short of superb, with even a few leaves of Enlightenment Tea among them.
“That bastard! Where did he get his hands on so many treasures?” Ethan couldn't help cursing inwardly.
Guided by his divine sense, Ethan wandered through the pitch-dark interior of the Spatial Magic Artifact. He casually picked up a magical artifact to inspect.
It was a damaged artifact, covered in dense, bizarre Talisman engravings. Ethan retrieved it and tried to reactivate it, but unfortunately, the artifact showed no response.
“Looks like this batch of magical artifacts has been rendered useless,” Ethan thought to himself.
Although these artifacts couldn't be used anymore, their materials were of top-notch quality.
For instance, the artifact in Ethan's hand carried the aura of Ancient Geneiron.
“If I get the chance to find a Refining Master, perhaps melting down all these artifacts could result in a divine weapon,” Ethan mused inwardly.
He put the artifact back, then took out some herbs to begin his secluded cultivation.
Not long after Ethan entered seclusion, the North Plain sent a large number of cultivators into the Southern Province under the orders of the Three Great Godly Kings.
They set up formations in the Southern Province, absorbing the spiritual power and divine sense of countless ordinary cultivators.
Their methods were eerily similar to those of Obadiah Heptinstall in the past.
Southern Province, Eternal City.
Since Obadiah Heptinstall's departure, this city had not fallen into decline. On the contrary, it still attracted many cultivators, who lived there in near-regal luxury.
But on this day, several black-robed men descended upon the city.
“Let's start here,” one of the black-robed men said coldly.
The rest immediately soared into the sky. They carried painting scrolls, and with a wave of their hands, black mist engulfed the entirety of Eternal City!
“What's going on? Why is it suddenly dark?”
“Looks like it'll rain–better get indoors!”
“Wait! Who are those black-robed people?”
Before they could figure out the situation, the bodies of those nearby began twisting violently!
Their flesh was being crushed relentlessly, and their blood, unable to withstand the pressure, burst forth!
Light streaks emerged from their bodies, which were then absorbed into the painting scrolls wielded by the black-robed men!
The unforeseen catastrophe instantly altered everyone's complexion.
“What… what's happening?!”
“They're from the North Plain! Run… Run!”
“Help… Help me!”
Chaos erupted throughout Eternal City! People scrambled madly to flee for safety.
But one after another, those around them exploded, their spiritual power and bodies wholly consumed by the painting scrolls!
In just thirty minutes, the once-thriving Eternal City was awash in blood, reduced to a ghost town.
“Alright, on to the next city,” one of the black-robed men said coldly, retrieving the scroll.
In the days that followed, multiple cities in the Southern Province were struck. Countless cultivators died tragically at their hands!
Not only ordinary cultivators–major sects also perished because of them.
Gowinston City.
These black-robed men once again appeared abruptly in the sky above.
Their presence, much like that of death itself, sent chills down everyone's spine.
“It's… it's the people from the North Plain!” someone exclaimed, spotting them first.
“So it's our turn now…”
Some resigned themselves to fate, sitting still with eyes shut, awaiting death's arrival.
Others, desperate to survive, fled and screamed in terror.
To the North Plain cultivators, however, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
These lives, in their eyes, were worth less than ants–mere resources for their cultivation and sustenance for the Lord of the North Plain.
“Why have you all come to Gowinston City?”
At this moment, Gowinston City Lord stepped forward, standing before the black-robed men.
The black-robed men looked at the city lord coldly and said, “You're not qualified to speak with us.”
Gowinston City Lord's expression darkened as he replied coldly, “Gowinston City will never tolerate your insolence!”
“That depends on whether you have the ability to stop us!”
One of the black-robed men struck swiftly, aiming directly at the city lord's brow!
Just then, a Treasured Sword shot through the air, its glimmering blade slicing off the black-robed man's arm in an instant.
Chapter end
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