This hit was absolutely earth-shattering—under such a ferocious strike, even a Profound Immortal might not survive. Drake Long, standing to the side, knew this perfectly well. Right now, it was the Ten-Dragon Mad Strike, a force strong enough to destroy all of Jiulong Mountain. Every eye was locked on Ryan Ling, and everyone knew: there was no way Ryan could withstand this!
But Ryan Ling still showed no hint of shock—even if his face wasn't as casual as before, he was as cool as ever. That look made it hard to believe—could he really block the Ten-Dragon Mad Strike?
In that instant, ten divine dragons shot toward Ryan Ling like thunder—so fast you couldn't even blink. The dragon formation locked him down; there was nowhere to run. He had no choice but to take the blow head-on!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!...
The whole world seemed to erupt with deafening booms—ten in a row, each one crazier than the last. It felt like the universe was about to blow apart right then and there.
Nobody could believe their eyes—everything around Ryan Ling caved in, and the center turned into a massive bottomless pit, like the world had just been punched through. Even the battle-hardened crowd went pale, nodding in awe at the Supreme Elders' combined might.
Everyone who'd been talking trash about Ryan Ling suddenly flipped, now cheering for Nine-Dragon Gate. Drake Long finally smiled—he was sure Ryan was toast. The ten dragons didn't stop, pounding away like they wouldn't quit until Ryan was mush!
The Supreme Elders were sweating, but every one of them looked smug. After a beating like that, they were sure—no way Ryan Ling was coming out alive!
The lead Supreme Elder couldn't help but shout: 'Honored guests, the little commotion's over—drink up! Nine-Dragon Gate's power isn't something these nobodies could ever wipe out!'
As soon as he finished, a bunch of family heads started sucking up, piling on the flattery.
That's right! Some punk dares to make trouble on Nine-Dragon Gate's turf? He must have a death wish! Guys like him are just here to get killed—I say we should crush him to dust!
Nine-Dragon Gate is mighty! Nine-Dragon Gate is unbeatable! Nobody can mess around here!
From now on, my Northwest Ma Family will follow Nine-Dragon Gate's lead!
...
Family heads went from sucking up to making public pledges—Nine-Dragon Gate was suddenly the star everyone wanted to cheer for!
Drake Long was all smiles, raising his glass to celebrate and shake off the bad vibes. But just as he was about to speak, a tremor shook the crater's center—just like the one on Madam Long's main peak. Drake Long froze, totally thrown off, unable to accept what he was seeing!
Just as she craned her neck to look, something jaw-dropping happened—a figure glowing with gold slowly rose from the abyss blasted out by the explosion. Who else could it be? Ryan Ling!
The celebration went dead silent. Everyone stared at Ryan Ling, hearts practically stopping. After that insane attack, he was totally fine—and his defense was off the charts. Even crazier, his Divine Immortal power had jumped, almost like he'd swallowed all ten berserk dragons!
Ryan Ling knew the dragon formation was no joke—it could shake Divine Immortal experts, maybe even scare off a fresh Profound Immortal. But his own tricks were stacked—he'd absorbed all the essence from Jiulong Mountain, flipping it from enemy turf to his home field. Now, even the local heaven-and-earth qi was revolving around him, shielding him!
Just like everyone guessed, Ryan Ling sucked in the ten dragons' essence—prime stuff straight from the Supreme Elders. That gave his Divine Immortal realm a huge boost. He was still early-stage, but already brushing up against mid-stage. If he could sweep the Supreme Elders and absorb all their essence, he'd hit mid-stage for sure. Every step above Heavenly Immortal is tough, so leveling up this fast—even for Ryan Ling—is a miracle!
You think Ten-Dragon Mad Strike can take me out? Dream on!" Ryan Ling's voice thundered across Jiulong Mountain, blasting through everyone's ears like a lightning strike.
Ryan Ling was putting on a show—this wasn't some weakling's power anymore. He was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Nine-Dragon Gate!
Everyone glanced at Drake Long and the Supreme Elders. They'd already unleashed their strongest move—who knew if they could do it again? It was obvious: they weren't Ryan Ling's match anymore!
Quit panicking!" Drake Long barked, glaring at Ryan Ling with a cold sneer. "Kid, don't think you're invincible—a Divine Immortal is nothing but trash to me!
Drake Long unleashed a wave of Profound Immortal power, and the Supreme Elders snapped back to life. In a blink, their strength shot up to peak Divine Immortal—everyone watching sucked in a cold breath!
Profound Immortal power was no joke—when one made a move, the world shook. Ryan Ling was strong, but compared to Drake Long, it was like Monkey King fighting Buddha: no matter how wild the Monkey King got, he couldn't escape Buddha's palm!
Bring it on! I've been dying to see what you've got!" Ryan Ling smiled, not taking Drake Long seriously at all—his eyes were full of disdain.
Arrogant, aren't you? But you're not even qualified to fight me yet. Try my Nine-Layer Demon Tower!" Drake Long threw out talismans, slapping them onto the Supreme Elders' backs. Instantly, their eyes gleamed and their faces twisted into monsters—nobody could bear to look!
Kill! Kill! Kill!" The Supreme Elders roared, blasting out waves of ghostly power. Jiulong Mountain turned ice-cold, as countless vengeful spirits crawled out, surrounding Ryan Ling in a monstrous nine-layer demon tower—he was instantly swamped, no escape!