Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2223

Chapter 2223: Chapter 2221: Ethan Smith VS Demonic King Chapter 2223: Chapter 2221: Ethan Smith VS Demonic King “Monster King Quixote Titterington, courting death!”

Punishing Evil hovered in midair, and a flash of sword light cleaved fiercely across the Monster King's face.

The tremendous force of the slash sent the Black Tortoise flying, knocking countless people away along the path of its impact.

“As expected of the Black Tortoise's divine bloodline, its defense is incredibly formidable,”

Uncle Duncan remarked with a sigh.

At that moment, Quixote rose to his feet as though nothing had happened, patted the dust off his massive body, and rejoined the carnage.

Under the terrifying onslaught of the beast horde, many cultivators of weaker cultivation had already been devoured by the demonic beasts.

Humans hunted demonic beasts, and demonic beasts, in turn, treated human cultivators as sustenance.

Ethan Smith had just pulverized a True Saint Violent Bear when he suddenly felt an overwhelming presence crash toward him.

“Hahaha, you brat!”

Turtle hurtled toward Ethan Smith, an enormous phantom of a Black Tortoise lurking ominously behind him, his icy divine sense locking onto Ethan.

“You again, you old turtle!”

With a swift backward grab, Ethan seized Turtle's thick neck just before it collided with him.

Using the momentum, he twisted his body and flung Turtle forcefully into the distance.

The Demonic Ginseng was about to emerge, and Ethan didn't want to waste too much spiritual energy.

As the medicinal aroma of the Panax Ginseng grew increasingly potent, everyone tacitly reduced the frequency of their attacks.

“You old bastard, give that boy some trouble,”

Zendaya Reed said, appearing exceptionally composed amidst the rampaging super-beasts, shielded by a group of cultivators.

“Young Master, this is a conflict between two races. Acting rashly might provoke dissatisfaction among some parties,”

a protective cultivator said with a furrowed brow.

“Young Master, this person's talent is also top-tier. Shouldn't we find an opportunity to recruit and control him?”

The old man asked, bowing slightly.

“Screw off! Do as I say. In this galaxy, I get what I want. One Punishing Evil? Fine. But why should some snot-nosed punk who's spent just a few hundred years cultivating trample over me? I want him dead!”

Zendaya laughed maniacally, slapping the cultivator who spoke earlier hard across the face.

“Do you want a taste of our Blood Sect's methods?”

He licked his lips and gave a sinister glance at the old man.

The old man's body trembled violently. He turned to the cultivators and roared, “All of you, attack Quixote with everything you've got!”

“Do it!”

Suddenly, the cultivators on Zendaya's side launched a fierce assault.

The old man's divine sense leaped into action, conjuring a phantom that seemed to unfurl a massive green cloth, which descended heavily over the space where Quixote stood.

Within that space, countless Ethans appeared, wielding silver-green tridents and surrounding Quixote.

In the next moment, the tridents stabbed fiercely into Quixote's divine sense.

“Aah!”

Quixote let out a horrific scream. This attack didn't injure him physically, but the unbearable pain wracked his consciousness.

He rolled his body and quickly flipped himself upright.

His massive frame, like a tank, barreled straight into Ethan Smith.

Ethan's entire body was slammed so hard his blood boiled, and the Saintly Body Skill that protected him almost disintegrated.

“You damned old tortoise!”

Ethan's fury surged as he spotted Zendaya and his group sneering on the sidelines.

Before he could react, the rampaging Quixote struck the ground with a colossal punch.

The resulting shockwave drove Ethan a hundred meters into the earth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“You entertain that Demonic King for us. Once the Demonic Ginseng appears, I'll even let you have a sniff,”

Zendaya said with a malicious laugh.

“Haha, that brat actually caught Quixote's attention,”

Starry-Eyed sneered coldly.

“This Monster King has already grasped the Power of Rules, and his defense is otherworldly. That young man from the Holy Region Family is as good as dead,”

Edgeless commented with a detached smirk.

“You old turtle, think I, Ethan Smith, have no temper, huh?”

*Having taken dozens of punches, Ethan was already drenched in blood.*

Cosmic Form!

His body expanded to several hundred meters, actually surpassing Quixote in size.

Bang!

Their enormous fists collided violently.

“Hahaha!”

Ripples formed on Quixote's massive fists, their clash sending shockwaves outward.

Ethan *felt an overwhelming force of earth energy travel up his arm, as though a horizontal pressure had smashed into him with unrelenting force.*

His colossal body crashed into the ground, shaking the entire space like an earthquake.

“Quixote has probably comprehended the Laws of Earth, and it seems he's reached perfection level. Combining offense and defense, plus his unique divine bloodline, it's indeed overbearing. After all these centuries, this old turtle has grown even stronger,”

Uncle Duncan observed in amazement while standing behind Punishing Evil.

“But Ethan is no ordinary individual. It seems he's only slightly injured,”

Emersyn Duncan exclaimed in surprise.

With a wave of her hand, hundreds of green fireflies appeared in the air and then entered Ethan's body.

Ethan flinched but quickly realized these fireflies merely transformed into pure energy within him, healing his injuries at a terrifying speed.

“Thanks,”

Ethan cupped his hands toward Emersyn in gratitude.

“You bastard turtle, again! So you think mastering the Power of Rules makes you invincible?”

Ethan's colossal form surged to its feet, and black flames of eerie intensity ignited between his hands.

“Fist of Destruction!”

In an instant, fiery punches burst through the air, their explosive heat forming hundreds of flaming orbs that slammed into Quixote, carrying destructive power that made him screech in agony.

He was sent flying thousands of meters but returned within mere seconds.

The two gigantic figures clashed in midair, fists pummeling, as black fire and earth energy engulfed the battlefield.

*”Unbelievable,”* the old man gasped, swallowing hard.

“This kid is only at the Second-Rank Realm? How is he pushing a Sixth-Rank Monster King to this extent?”

Zendaya was stunned, but the tight clench of his fists betrayed his growing resentment.

“He truly lives up to being a threat even the Holy Domain Aristocratic Families are wary of,”

Edgeless said, his expression finally showing astonishment.

Everyone had initially thought Ethan wouldn't last more than a few exchanges against Monster King Quixote, but the two turned out to be evenly matched.

“Stop! Neither of us can defeat the other. Let's stop wasting energy,”

Quixote, his face bruised and swollen, finally raised his hand to signal a truce.

“Stop my ass,”

Ethan roared furiously, slapping Quixote across the face so hard that he was sent flying again.

“Fine, stop!”

Seeing Quixote stubbornly charge forward once more, Ethan hastily shouted.

He panted heavily; each confrontation had drained him as he constantly wielded the Power of Rules.

Moreover, maintaining the Cosmic Form was an immense burden.

“I called for a stop, so why did you slap me? I'm going to hit you back,”

Quixote said seriously as he stepped forward.

“You idiot, you can't even figure out who's attacking you. All that cultivation must've gone straight to your muscles!”

Ethan cursed loudly, genuinely exasperated.

*Why did such a crude setup work so easily on the demon race?*

*Now, he'd not only expended a great deal of energy but also exposed his strength.*