Chapter 62 - 63: With Trash Like You, Do You Think You Can Run Amok in the Mercer Family?

Chapter 62: Chapter 63: With Trash Like You, Do You Think You Can Run Amok in the Mercer Family?

Chapter 63: With Trash Like You, Do You Think You Can Run Amok in the Mercer Family?

Hearing this, Merrick Sloane raised an eyebrow. His expression immediately turned displeased.

Meanwhile, the Mercer Family members inside the hall were stunned.

They had never expected anyone to step forward at such a critical moment, let alone challenge the arrogant visitor.

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice, eager to see who had the courage to confront Merrick.

Soon, they saw a young man with black hair walking toward them, a longsword strapped to his back.

"Does our Mercer Family have someone like him?"

The family members exchanged confused glances. None of them recognized the young man.

Even Warren Mercer, the current branch patriarch, looked puzzled.

He had never seen this young man before.

On the other side, Merrick saw that the speaker was little more than a youth and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Has the Mercer Family fallen so far that it has to send a reckless brat to challenge me?"

As his mocking laughter faded, the three Ironclaw Order disciples behind him looked at the young man with pity.

Anyone who dared provoke Senior Brother Merrick and show him such disrespect usually did not live long enough to regret it.

But the young man remained calm.

Ethan Mercer walked forward without the slightest hesitation and stopped in front of Merrick.

Relying on his Heavenly Origin Realm cultivation, Merrick did not consider the young man a threat.

That confidence would soon cost him dearly.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Ethan smiled faintly.

Without another word, he clenched his right fist and drove it toward Merrick’s abdomen!

Whoosh!

The punch came so fast that no one had time to react.

In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s fist struck Merrick squarely in the stomach.

With the combined strength of his Azure Flame Treasure Body and Great Sun Body Refining Art, Ethan unleashed tremendous physical force.

Even a Heavenly Origin Realm Second Layer cultivator like Merrick could not withstand the blow.

His forehead veins bulged. His stomach twisted in agony, and he let out a miserable howl before spitting out a mouthful of bitter fluid.

His grip loosened at once. He released Warren and clutched his abdomen with both hands.

The pain forced him to bend forward, unable to straighten his back.

Merrick struggled to raise his head and glared at Ethan.

"You... you brat..."

Before he could finish, Ethan pulled the scabbard from his back and swung it hard.

The scabbard struck Merrick squarely between the shoulders.

With a heavy crash, Merrick fell face-first onto the floor.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, Ethan looked down at him.

Merrick lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

Ethan raised his right foot and planted it on Merrick’s head. He pressed down just enough to grind the man’s face against the floor.

Then he shook his head.

"With trash like you, do you think you can run amok in the Mercer Family?"

The words left everyone in the hall dumbfounded.

What does he mean by ’my Mercer Family’?

And who exactly is this young man? We have never seen him before!

Although questions filled their minds, no one dared interrupt.

After witnessing Ethan’s strength, they understood that he might be their only chance of surviving this crisis.

The three Ironclaw Order disciples were even more frightened.

Their Senior Brother Merrick had reached the Heavenly Origin Realm, yet Ethan had knocked him down with a single punch.

Their own cultivation was no higher than the Meridian Opening Realm Fifth Layer.

They had no chance of defeating this young man.

None of them dared move.

The hall sank into a deathly silence.

More than a dozen breaths passed before one of the disciples, who had the closest relationship with Merrick, finally stepped forward.

He cupped his fists and addressed Ethan.

"Your Excellency, your cultivation is profound. We admit that we underestimated you today. If you are willing to release Senior Brother Merrick, we will leave at once and never trouble your family again."

He paused before adding,

"However, we come from the Ironclaw Order. Your Excellency should consider the consequences carefully. Please do not act rashly..."

Ethan’s expression remained cold.

Even now, these men were trying to use their Sect to intimidate him.

He had no interest in wasting another word on them.

With a swift motion, he drew the Earth Rank Peak Grade sword from its scabbard.

A flash of sword light swept through the hall.

The sharp blade pierced the center of Merrick’s forehead.

Before anyone could react, Ethan withdrew his sword and returned it to its scabbard.

Then he casually kicked Merrick’s corpse toward the three disciples.

"Since you want this fellow so badly, I’ll return him to you."

The three Ironclaw Order disciples did not even hear his words.

Their eyes were fixed on the corpse lying before them.

Blood poured from the wound in the center of Merrick’s forehead.

Their faces turned deathly pale.

Fear seized their hearts. Their legs weakened, and all three collapsed to the floor.

They were accustomed to throwing their weight around by relying on Merrick’s reputation. They had never witnessed such a brutal scene.

Now, the arrogance they had displayed earlier was gone.

They sat on the floor, trembling like frightened animals.

Ethan looked at them without a trace of pity.

"Anyone who comes to cause trouble in the Mercer Family should not expect to leave alive!"

The three disciples sensed the killing intent in his voice.

They hurriedly raised their heads, their mouths opening as they tried to beg for mercy.

But they were too late.

A dazzling flash of sword light crossed the hall.

Slash!

One strike cut through all three of their throats.

Thin lines of blood appeared across their necks. A moment later, all three collapsed and died.

When Ethan returned his sword to its scabbard, the entire hall remained frozen in shock.

No one had expected this young man to act with such decisiveness.

He had killed four Ironclaw Order disciples without hesitation, as if their Sect posed no threat to him at all.

Warren Mercer was still shaken.

But when he remembered that Ethan had just saved his life and the lives of everyone present, he quickly regained his composure.

He stepped forward, cupped his fists, and bowed.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for stepping in and saving us. However, please forgive this old man for asking something. Why do you keep referring to yourself as a member of our Mercer Family?"

Ethan’s expression softened.

He looked at the members of this branch family and smiled warmly.

"My name is Ethan Mercer. I belong to the Crownfall Mercer Family. Since we share the same ancestors, how could I not be one of your own?"

Warren froze for a moment.

Then delight appeared on his face.

"Could you be from another branch of the Mercer Family?"

The name Crownfall Mercer Family was completely unfamiliar to him.

He had never heard of such a powerful branch before.

Could it be a newly established branch that had only recently separated from the main family?

The thought raised even more questions in Warren’s mind.

Ethan was still so young, yet he had defeated Merrick Sloane in a single move.

His strength was clearly at the Heavenly Origin Realm!

How could a newly established branch of the Mercer Family produce such a talented young expert?

And if the main family had someone like him, why had they not made every effort to keep him?

Warren could not make sense of it.