Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2203

Chapter 2203: Chapter 2201: Pressure Chapter 2203: Chapter 2201: Pressure Here's the carefully structured translation with all instructed guidelines applied:

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The thousands-of-feet-spanning area formed by the Purgatory Great Array shattered like glass, fragmenting wherever the force of the punch struck.

It was like an eggshell encountering a hammer, utterly defenseless.

In an instant, the fractured sky reassembled itself into clarity and brilliance, as though everything had been but a dream.

Only, on the ground, no one could stand upright anymore; everyone's vitality had plummeted to its lowest point.

“Madman!”

Irvin's face was filled with terror, and his breath had weakened to the extreme.

“Spare us!”

A group of people knelt trembling on the ground, their bodies shaking like leaves in the wind.

*Who could possibly stand against such a man?*

“Please don't kill us! We agree to Senior's demands! We'll immediately organize and deliver sixty percent of the Gremlins–no, eighty percent of the Gremlins–to Senior! If Senior has other requests, please let us know!”

Brandon O'Connor knelt on the ground, his body visibly trembling.

*In this moment, genuine fear finally took hold of him. A thousand years of cultivation, and he had never expected to find himself so close to death.*

“I'll give you one day.”

Ethan Smith squinted his eyes and nodded slightly.

At that moment, his head was overwhelmed with dizziness. The technique Schmidt's Destruction from earlier had nearly emptied every bit of spiritual power from his body.

*More importantly, in the fleeting moment between life and death, he seemed to have sensed a peculiar gateway.*

*It was different from the power of True Saints–it felt like the force of the Laws.*

The Purgatory Great Array's final strike already exceeded the capability of peak-form True Saints. And yet, in comparison to Schmidt's Destruction, it fell apart like fragile clay.

“I require your Qingling Tree for cultivation.”

Ethan approached Mabel Nebula and spoke quietly.

“Senior, please do!”

Uncle Kortez said hastily.

Ethan did not hesitate, vanishing in a flash and reappearing aboard the Warships of The Nebula Family.

Moments later, he sat cross-legged beneath the Qingling Tree.

“Mabel, begin cultivating the technique this Senior has gifted you immediately! This appears to be a Great Creation bestowed upon our Nebula Family.”

Uncle Kortez, despite having lost an arm, radiated excitement.

“Indeed, let's share it for everyone to study together.”

Jago Nebula nodded, his expression brimming with anticipation.

“No, Senior has taught it solely to Mabel, likely as gratitude for the help she initially provided. If anyone else attempts to cultivate it, it might provoke Senior's displeasure. He isn't someone who tolerates disagreement.”

Uncle Kortez shook his head decisively.

Mabel Nebula shivered, not daring to continue the previous topic.

“All Nebula Family cultivators, listen closely. From this moment on, no one is to approach the warship or disturb Senior's cultivation.”

Uncle Kortez transmitted this message to the minds of every cultivator in the Nebula Family.

“Interesting, the Black Platform Continent seems to have produced quite the intriguing youngster.”

In an area of dense spiritual energy on the Black Platform Continent, an unseen spiritual consciousness brushed past Ethan, accompanied by a faintly meaningful smile.

“Still not enough.”

Another spiritual consciousness voiced a soft sigh.

“True Saint Realm, relying on a magical artifact to unleash a tribulation-level strike, yet still nothing but trash.”

A few spiritual consciousnesses collided briefly near the warship before returning to silence.

At that time, Ethan–immersed in cultivation–felt the sensation of being watched. He scanned carefully but detected nothing.

“Father! All the Gremlins we've accumulated over the years–are we really giving them to this outsider?”

Thomas O'Connor clenched his fists tightly, staring at the heap of nearly a thousand Gremlins before him.

“Gremlins can be plundered again, but once our lives are gone, everything's gone. If only our ancestor of the O'Connor Family hadn't disappeared into seclusion a thousand years ago, failing to emerge since. Otherwise, we'd surely make that lunatic suffer!”

Thomas sighed deeply, clearly disgruntled. But Ethan's overwhelming strength left him no room to gamble.

“Compared to the Skeleton Gang, we are relatively fortunate.”

With this realization, he ceased speaking further and gestured for someone to deliver the Gremlins to the Nebula Family warship.

Crates of Gremlins were gradually stacked aboard the warship. Even Uncle Kortez, accustomed to storms and turbulence, couldn't resist swallowing nervously.

In ordinary times, even a single block of Gremlins could incite bloodshed.

Yet now, thousands of blocks lay before him, with not a soul daring to covet them.

Ethan sat beneath the Qingling Tree, his hands grasping the Gremlins as terrifying levels of spiritual energy condensed into waves of Yi Yun, surging into his body and replenishing his exhausted dantian.

This horrifying rate of absorption caused one block of Gremlins after another to implode as they were drained of spiritual energy.

“Miss, I have good news for you.”

In the Holy Region atop Keelbour Mountain, Liam Garrett addressed Emily Taylor.

“Uncle Liam, if it's about the family, you may take care of it yourself. I need to prepare to enter seclusion.”

Emily's face was expressionless. Since Ethan's disappearance, she had been frantically cultivating. Her current realm had reached the terrifying level of True Saint Third Grade, her Bloodline's talent fully unleashed–the speed far surpassing that of the Saint.

“Miss, don't rush. Look at this footage. It just arrived from the contact point we established in a distant star system; the Taylor family received it mere moments ago.”

Liam raised his hand, and in the Void, scenes of Ethan battling in the Black Platform Continent appeared.

“I knew you wouldn't die! I hate you so much! You've made me miserable for so long!”

Emily froze, her beautiful eyes locked intently on the figure in the footage.

Drop after drop of large, pearl-like tears fell from her eyes. If not for her quest for vengeance, she might have followed Ethan into the afterlife.

“Haha, that scoundrel! I knew this guy was like a dog–he's too hard to kill! Dogs have nine lives, don't they?”

Salena Carpenter charged onto the scene, placing her hand on Emily's shoulder, her face lit with unconcealed joy.

“Well, not bad, Little Snowflake! Come check this out–this rogue seems to have improved his strength! Next time he gets into a fight, I won't have to worry about protecting him so much.”

Salena shouted loudly, squatting in front of the footage as she analyzed it meticulously.

Liam Garrett watched the two young women chatter endlessly and chuckled softly as he excused himself.

These past months, Emily's frantic cultivation had truly filled him with heartache.

*When Ethan was around, she had been like any young woman of her age. Since Ethan's disappearance, she had transformed into an emotionless machine. Fortunately, Ethan hadn't died.*

“That brat's still alive!”

The leader of the Green family stared grimly at the footage.

“One man against an entire city. Little brat's strength might soon surpass yours, eh?”

In a secluded area of the Central Province, Ken Middleton addressed Jaquan Martinez with a smile.

“I'm going to cultivate.”

Jaquan spoke softly.

“Feeling pressured? Hahaha.”

Ken laughed heartily.

“Hahaha, I knew Older Brother Ethan wouldn't die!”

On Demon-slaying Peak, a group of individuals shouted excitedly. The peak master was particularly jubilant.

“This young man truly astonishes; time and again, he surprises us.”

Dean Garner moved a chess piece as he smiled softly toward Ella Jenkins.

Anthony and Zaylee Wilson both fixed their gazes upon the footage. Far away on the Black Platform Continent, Ethan had no idea how much pressure this battle had brought upon the geniuses of the Holy Region.

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