The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 292

“This is Ivan, one of the managers of the Freedman clan's mausoleum. He's an expert of the Profound Realm,” Timothy said.

Hearing this, Ethan was dumbfounded. He did not understand what that realm meant.

“According to the Campbell clan's evaluation glasses, Ivan's power level is at three hundred thousand,” Timothy went on.

Ethan was still confused.

Timothy explained flatly, “Ether,

Mortal, Profound, and Terra. Such is the current order of mainstream combat realms. The highest one is the Ether Realm. However, it has been a long time since someone has achieved that realm. There's only one in the Freedman clan. His title is Martial God, and he's 96 years old this year!”

Ethan was absolutely shocked to hear that.

“The power level of a well-trained fighter from the Mortal Realm is at one million. Meanwhile, a fighter from the Ether Realm has a power level of more than three million. Do you get it now?” Timothy chuckled. He shook his head before continuing, “Experts of the Mortal Realm are already few and far between. Noah's father, Randy, is one of them. He has achieved the divine stage of the Mortal Realm.”

“What about Golden Lord? Is he an expert who has achieved the divine stage of the Mortal Realm too?” Ethan asked.

Donald quickly rose to prominence since the battle at the substation. It was natural that Timothy and Ethan got wind of the news.

Timothy shook his head and responded, “I don’t know, and I can't pinpoint anything. Golden Lord is injured, but I believe he's an expert from the Mortal Realm, or perhaps even stronger! Golden Lord is such an odd entity. Nonetheless, he still died.”

Timothy stood up and put on his coat. “Ivan, come with me.”

Ivan remained silent as he followed Timothy.

Then, Ethan's chauffeur arrived in a Maybach 628 worth over ten million.

Meanwhile, Jerome and Bruno were in the midst of a discussion at Scarlet Swan Villa.

Reina brought a chair and asked

Donald to have a seat. She crouched down beside Donald and held his hand in hers.

Donald gazed at her. His eyes took in the view of her cleavage.

It was the beginning of winter, yet Reina only wore few layers. She had on a long, thickened pink windbreaker paired with a low-cut undershirt, highlighting her petite size.