Mrs. and Mr. Smith Chapter 1710

Chapter 1710: Chapter 1710: The Great War Begins Chapter 1710: Chapter 1710: The Great War Begins Ethan Smith, who had just calmed his thoughts, heard this remark and his body tensed up again.

He kept his back to Dudley Lynch, not daring to turn around or utter a single word, for fear of giving away anything to Dudley Lynch.

Dudley Lynch slowly walked up to Ethan Smith. He raised his hand and placed it on Ethan's shoulder, and then a wave of energy enveloped Ethan's body.

Ethan's face turned pale!

With Dudley Lynch's abilities, detecting any abnormalities in Ethan Smith certainly wouldn't be a difficult task!

*At this moment, Ethan found himself completely cornered, left with no choice but to desperately conceal his breath while praying silently in his heart.*
Several minutes later, the aura from Dudley Lynch receded.

He looked Ethan Smith up and down, a strange smile creeping onto the corners of his lips.

“You may leave,” Dudley said flatly.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, but confusion lingered in his heart.

*Dudley Lynch knew Ethan deeply. With his skill, he should at least have detected something unusual about Ethan's physical body.*
*Yet he let him go. Why? Could Dudley have deliberately spared him?*
*Impossible!*
*Dudley Lynch is pure evil; he would never act out of sentiment or show any leniency!*
At this moment, Ethan Smith no longer concerned himself with overthinking. He wrapped his cloak tightly and headed toward the depths of the North Plain.

Dudley Lynch stood with hands behind his back, quietly watching Ethan's retreating figure, the strange smile on his face growing even more pronounced.

The northern border.

The Great War raged on–a fierce conflict led by Eternal and Horace Ford.

Horace Ford's strength was undoubtedly not inferior to Eternal's, which made Eternal grow more alarmed as the battle progressed.

*He couldn't understand whether it was he who had grown weaker or Horace Ford who had grown stronger.*
*Securing a victory in the short term was virtually impossible!*
Looking around, large swathes of cultivators fell on both sides. The Southern Province and the North Plain proved evenly matched.

This battle brought no advantage to the North Plain!

After much deliberation, Eternal finally issued a command: “Retreat!”

With the order given, cultivators from the North Plain began scattering back toward their territory.

Eternal stood his ground, gazing coldly at Horace Ford.

“You've proven stronger than I originally thought,” Eternal said coldly.

Horace Ford replied flatly, “You're not as terrifying as I imagined.”

Eternal sneered, “Don't celebrate too soon. This is only the beginning. You will die by my hand one day.”

With that, Eternal turned and left the northern border, making his way back to the North Plain.

Surrounding the North Plain, reinforcements were stationed in large numbers, their objective simple: to prevent anyone from sneaking inside to target Denton Horton.

Though this Great War ended without a decisive victory, once someone crossed the North Plain's border, the power disparity between the two sides would quickly widen.

Thus, most Southern Province cultivators dared not enter the North Plain, choosing instead to linger at the northern border.

Night descended.

Eternal's expression was icy and grim.

His body bore several wounds, with blood seeping from the injuries in ghastly streams.

*Yet what fueled his anger the most was not the pain of his wounds, but the fact that he had failed to kill Horace Ford–or even gain a single advantage.*
Just then, Simon Ingram walked in from outside.

He looked at Eternal's current state, his expression unmoved, showing no trace of surprise.

“This battle was a great failure,” Eternal said coldly.

Simon Ingram replied indifferently, “I know, but don't forget, our true objective was never about victory or defeat.”

Eternal furrowed his brow and asked, “What do you mean?”

Simon Ingram flipped his palm, revealing several painting scrolls.

“This is what we're really after,” Simon said, pointing to the scrolls.

Eternal froze momentarily, then furrowed his brow and said, “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

Simon replied evenly, “You've always wanted to prove your strength in front of the Southern Province forces. Naturally, I gave you that opportunity. Unfortunately, you didn't seize it.”

At these words, Eternal flew into a rage.

He started to rise, but Simon raised a hand and pressed him back down.

“Getting angry with me won't change anything,” Simon said indifferently.

Eternal gritted his teeth and said, “Horace Ford is insignificant. I'll cut him down sooner or later.”

“Ha!” Simon let out a cold laugh and didn't pursue the topic. Instead, he said, “We must hasten the full revival of the Master. Only then will the North Plain be truly complete.”

Eternal remained silent, though an uncomfortable feeling churned in his heart.

“Isn't your duel with Ethan Smith close at hand?” Simon suddenly asked.

Eternal grunted in acknowledgment and replied, “Three days remain.”

“Three days–good,” Simon said with a slight nod.

“Rest and recover in the North Plain these days. Tomorrow, let Dudley Lynch handle it,” Simon said.

Eternal objected with irritation, “Against someone like Ethan Smith, I could crush him with a single finger!”

“Stop deluding yourself,” Simon retorted, mercilessly cutting him off.

Without heeding Eternal's complaints, Simon turned and left, leaving Eternal fuming alone.

Meanwhile, at the northern border, a crowd had gathered around Horace Ford.

Horace, too, was injured, his condition not too different from Eternal's.

“Damn it, that bast–Eternal–he's so damned despicable!” Drake Aguilar cursed in frustration.

“If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have lost so miserably.”

“Sigh… Speaking of which, why have so many Southern Province cultivators reached the Reversion Void Stage, yet only Senior Horace showed up?” someone asked in confusion.

“Bah, they're just a bunch of selfish cowards,” Drake snorted contemptuously.

Horace waved his hand and said, “Everyone has their own choices; there's no right or wrong.”

“Senior Horace, what if Eternal returns tomorrow in force? And what about Simon Ingram–if he steps in, we could…”

The speaker didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.

Horace replied solemnly, “I don't know.”

*Facing Simon Ingram in this condition was bound to be a loss.*
“Let's hope more reinforcements arrive at the northern border,” someone murmured quietly.

In the depths of the North Plain.

Ethan Smith trudged through heavy snow for a long time until he found a desolate spot.

It was a vast, snowy expanse, with a not-too-small pool nearby.

The pool had long been frozen solid. Stepping on it revealed its unyielding hardness.

“This will do,” Ethan thought to himself.

He sat down cross-legged, ready to begin his cultivation.

Ethan first took out the massive vessel, filling the container to the brim, before starting to absorb the dark energy of the North Plain.

The dark energy of the North Plain proved even more terrifying than he had imagined!

*Even Ethan himself felt a faint sense of suppression.*
“Such dense dark energy–it's more than enough for my cultivation,” Ethan thought to himself.

Without wasting time, he began to absorb the dark energy permeating Heaven and Earth in the North Plain.

Strands of dark energy rushed into his body, the pace far faster than ever before.

*Perhaps due to the Great Upheaval, everyone's cultivation speed had significantly increased, and Ethan was no exception.*

Chapter end

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