On Jiulong Mountain, Executing the Madmen of Hong Kong Island

Obviously, Lang Chen and Huo Yinlong thought Ryan Ling had already unleashed his full power. But they had no idea that Ryan was just warming up—he’d barely tapped into his Golden Core strength, only showing a glimpse. He hadn’t even begun to unleash his true Golden Core might!

Ryan Ling stood unmoving like a mountain, then, in a flash, his Golden Core energy erupted—swift and fierce. Both Lang Chen and Huo Yinlong were shocked, but Huo was especially stunned as the golden crimson-tassel spear in his hand began to crack apart.

“How is this possible?” Huo Yinlong’s face went pale. That golden crimson-tassel spear was a family heirloom, said to pierce anything—countless bodies had fallen to it. But now, against Ryan Ling, it was completely useless.

“That defense is totally off the charts!” Lang Chen was dumbfounded. He was using his famous Pack-of-Wolves Trapping the Dragon Formation—the move that made him Hong Kong’s number-one sorcerer after he trapped and killed eighteen Burmese masters in one legendary battle.

But against Ryan Ling, the technique was useless. The spectral wolves started exploding one by one, losing all their ferocity—like a bunch of frightened mutts.

“Huo Yinlong, your time is up!” Ryan Ling sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. As he spoke, Huo’s golden spear snapped in two and he was sent flying, while Lang Chen’s wolf formation was shattered in an instant—thousands of “evil wolves” vanished into thin air.

In that moment, Huo Yinlong and Lang Chen both stumbled backward, looking like a pair of spooked rabbits—any thought of fighting was gone.

“Run! Get out now!” Huo Yinlong gulped and bolted for the exit, with Lang Chen hot on his heels. To them, Ryan Ling was now an unstoppable demon—absolutely untouchable!

Both of them poured every ounce of strength into their legs, scrambling to get away as fast as possible.

“You think you can just walk away now?” Ryan Ling said with a cold smile. Suddenly, he reached out with both hands and yanked them back, stopping their desperate dash in an instant.

“No—don’t!” Huo Yinlong was almost in tears. He knew if Ryan Ling caught him now, he was dead for sure.

Lang Chen’s face was ghostly pale. For some reason, none of his sorcery worked on Ryan Ling—nothing had any effect.

“Kill them! Kill those two villains!” Cindy Nang was watching everything and shouted through gritted teeth.

“Ryan Ling—Master Ling, please spare us! We were way out of line. I’ll apologize, I’ll give you anything you want!” Huo Yinlong stammered, no longer daring to act tough.

“Yeah, I’ll give Master Ling every treasure I have—just please let me go!”

The two of them groveled, begging for mercy like whipped dogs.

Ryan Ling just sneered, then suddenly squeezed his arms—and ripped both of their legs right off.

Instantly, both men screamed in agony, shaking the sky. All the Huo clan disciples around them dropped to their knees.

“I want everything you have—but most of all, I want your lives!” Ryan Ling said, grabbing both men by the hair.

“Cindy!” Ryan Ling turned to look at Cindy Nang.

“If you need me to do anything, just say the word—I’m on it!” Cindy Nang said, cracking her knuckles.

“Smart. Tie up every Huo clan member here, then gather everyone on Sansha Island—today, I’m taking charge and getting justice for them myself!” Ryan Ling said.

“Got it! Killing these mongrels in public is the only way—so satisfying, haha!” Cindy Nang’s heart pounded. She’d wanted to do this for ages: these Hong Kong nobles thought they were above everyone, tossing civilians off cruise ships and now trying to massacre the whole island. No way could they be let off easy—they had to pay, or there’d be no justice!

“Master Ling, spare me!”

“Master Ling, I only accidentally killed an old woman on the island today. I’ll pay—ten million, no, a hundred million to her family. Is that enough?”

“Screw you!” Ryan Ling flared up, thinking of Granny Sha. Without hesitation, he tore off Huo Yinlong’s scalp—hair and all.

Huo Yinlong screamed, shaking all over in agony.

“Say one more word and I’ll cut out your tongues!” Ryan Ling growled, eyes blazing.

The two men were truly panicking now—too scared to say a word, and full of regret.

Soon, all the residents of Sansha Island gathered at one place: Jiulong Mountain, the ancestral burial ground for generations. It’s the spirit and backbone of the whole island.

Everyone watched as Ryan Ling pinned Huo Yinlong underfoot—the main culprit. The crowd burst into applause.

“Kill them! Avenge Granny Sha—kill!”

“That’s right! Granny Sha was such a good person—how could she just die like that? Is there no justice left in the world?”

“Exactly—we’re people too, not livestock! They can’t just kill us whenever they want. We have to fight for our dignity!”

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All around, the Sansha Islanders shouted furiously, demanding justice—especially Sister Huifen and Dragon Xiaoru, who were gritting their teeth in rage.

Huo Yinlong and Lang Chen turned green with fear. They wanted to speak, but Ryan Ling’s killer stare shut them right up.

Both men were drenched in cold sweat—even with all their fame in Hong Kong, facing death had them shaking uncontrollably.

“Did you hear me, mongrels? Today’s your death day!” Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate—he knew time was precious, so he raised his broadsword and swung at Huo Yinlong first.

Huo Yinlong shrieked in terror—he even wet himself!