With the Ghost City young master dead, Dragon City instantly turned gloomy. This guy wasn’t just some random punk—whoever wasted him had to be a serious big shot. And with the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament about to kick off, this whole mess just dumped a ton of mystery and bad vibes on the event.
But here’s the wild part: not just Ghost City, but Dragon City’s own folks started chasing leads and searching everywhere—nothing. Zero clues. Nobody has a damn idea who did it, and with the tournament about to explode, the whole thing just feels unreal.
Meanwhile, Ryan Ling was chilling in a shady corner of Dragon City’s west side—the local slums, packed and messy, perfect for anyone dodging enemies. If you’re trying to lay low, this is where you go.
Of course, Ryan Ling wasn’t hiding because he was scared of Ghost City payback—he just didn’t want any pointless drama!
What really mattered was getting the Whitebone Sword in shape. Sure, Ryan had already tweaked its look a bit, but that was just surface-level stuff. To truly make it his own, he had to go deep and totally remodel the thing.
"Damn, this sword’s a beast." Ryan Ling could feel the crazy yin chill pulsing inside—and that ancient, demonic vibe? Like some primordial demon god made it. After a few rounds of refining, the ghost aura was almost gone, the sword’s power shot up, and it actually boosted Ryan’s own cultivation. He’d been stuck at peak early Ancestor Immortal, but now, thanks to this sword, he smashed right into solid mid-stage Ancestor. The rush was unreal, and if he kept this up, his realm was only going higher!
With less than three days till the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament, every contestant was grinding like crazy, desperate to level up. All this madness? Blame Ryan Ling—he smoked the Ghost City young master and now everyone’s on edge, training harder than ever. The pressure just kept building.
And as the tournament drew closer, Dragon City got flooded with even scarier experts. Two days later, the whole place was decked out like New Year’s, biggest party ever. Right at the peak of the hype, all four city gates—east, south, west, north—swung open at once. People were shouting everywhere: the real heavy-hitters for the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament had arrived!
"I saw it myself! The Four Heavenly Kings from all four directions are here! Didn’t expect this—this year’s King of a Hundred Cities Tournament is packed with monsters. Word is, these Kings are all Saint Immortal level. With opponents like that, this tournament’s gonna be absolutely nuts!" An old guy at the gate was so hyped he was practically shouting—this kind of scene was rare even for Dragon City.
Just as he finished, another burly dude joined the shouting, clearly another powerhouse. The hype at the city gate was off the charts.