Right now, Ryan Ling couldn't care less about him. In Ryan's eyes, this little Primordial Immortal was nothing, not even worth mentioning—he could flick him away with a single finger. Forget that Ryan has already killed Ancestor Immortals before; just the benefits he got from his tussle with a Saint Immortal are obvious enough. Besides, now that he's reached the Primordial Immortal Realm himself, the opponent's level is basically ant-tier to him!
"Oh, so you won't even look me in the eye? Kid, you really think you're hot stuff, huh! Fine, don't blame me for being ruthless!" That so-called peak Primordial Immortal finally snapped—this was a battle of face, after all. Originally, he hadn't taken Ryan down only because Marcus Wu had intervened. But now Marcus was clearly in their hands, so he had to win, and win big. Plus, there were tons of eyes watching him—he needed to look good, maybe even catch the attention of Heaven-Earth Sect.
Just as that guy finished speaking, he lunged at Ryan, unleashing a wild surge of Primordial Immortal power. In an instant, it was like heaven and earth were collapsing—everything around was crushed as if he’d pulverized it all. Clearly, his Primordial Immortal power had reached a masterful level; thanks to Marcus Wu's interference a few days ago, he’d been grinding hard ever since!
This overwhelming force almost completely enveloped Ryan’s body. The Primordial Immortal power was so strong it looked like it could tear him apart right then and there. Crackling and popping sounds exploded inside and out—it was terrifying, like everything was about to get swallowed whole. Ryan, right in the center, seemed to be completely drowned by that power!
"This kid’s totally hopeless, his strength is weak as hell. We don’t even need the boss to step in—just a few of us could wipe him out!"
"Exactly! Why bother the boss? He’s being way too cautious this time. Is there any point in getting serious with this kid? He’s not even worth us lifting a finger!"
"I think he’s super weak. I can’t even sense his aura right now—he’s definitely not our match!"
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Right then, a few other Primordial Immortal types nearby started throwing out cold, snide remarks, their voices dripping with disdain.
Meanwhile, that peak Primordial Immortal’s gaze was totally different from before—now he was full of arrogant, world-dominating swagger, like he already had War City in the palm of his hand. As far as he was concerned, anyone in this city was his to kill if he felt like it!
"You little bastard, I'm done talking—I'm sending you straight to hell right now!" The peak Primordial Immortal shot a wicked look at the woman beside Ryan and sneered, "Your babe's not bad, though. Don't worry, I won't let her be a widow—once I kill you, she's mine!"
As soon as he said that, his buddies burst out laughing—they were all clearly in on it!
"Bunch of bastards! Ryan, don't bother being polite—kill him now. I don't want to hear another word from any of them!" The woman beside him snapped, her voice overflowing with murderous intent.
"Are you still half-asleep? That bastard next to you is finished—can't you tell he's already dead meat?" The peak Primordial Immortal screamed, his voice totally hysterical.
But right at that critical moment, things suddenly changed—the Primordial Immortal aura that had locked down Ryan suddenly twisted, morphing into a massive airborne vortex. And right in the middle of it, a figure slowly walked out. Who else could it be? Ryan Ling.
Even though he'd just been hammered by all that Primordial Immortal power, the wild thing was, Ryan was totally unscathed—inside and out, not a scratch on him. He actually looked fresh and cool, like he'd just taken a shower. It was as if that whole killing attempt never even happened.
"How is this possible? No way, absolutely no way—are you even human or a ghost?" The peak Primordial Immortal yelled, eyes wide with disbelief. His buddies were just as stunned—they all knew their boss's strength, and after a strike like that, there was no way anyone should walk away untouched!
"You really are clueless. With power like yours, you think you can take me down? What a joke." Ryan couldn't be bothered to waste words. He shouted, and the swirling vortex behind him was instantly grabbed in his hand—then he just casually devoured it. The scene was so unreal, nobody could believe it. That kind of strength is way beyond what any Primordial Immortal could pull off.
"Did this guy actually break through to Ancestor Immortal?"
"No, no, his aura is just Primordial Immortal—there’s not a trace of Ancestor Immortal on him!"
"That's right, I don't sense anything special from him either. But how does he have this kind of insane power?!"
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At that moment, the Primordial Immortals couldn't help but discuss it among themselves—they were all totally baffled. But Ryan had already stepped out, his eyes locked dead on the peak Primordial Immortal. Without a shred of hesitation, he struck—grabbed the guy by the throat, and with a loud crack, snapped his neck. All the blood drained out, his entire body was crushed to powder, and Ryan devoured him on the spot. The scene was beyond shocking!
"Holy crap!" Seeing that, the surrounding Primordial Immortals scattered instantly—no one dared stick around!
"Trying to run? Not so easy—get back here, all of you!" The woman beside Ryan shouted, clearly fed up. She instantly unleashed her Ancestor Immortal power, snatching all the fleeing Primordial Immortals in one go. Bang bang bang—explosions rang out as she slaughtered every last one. The brutality was so unreal, nobody dared believe it. All the fence-sitters scattered, terrified they'd be next!
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"Quick, report everything that happened here to the hall master!" Seeing this, the Heaven-Earth Sect watchers didn’t dare move against them. All the disciples scattered, clearly running off to spread the word.
But Ryan wasn’t interested in chasing them down—they were way too weak to bother with. His attention was already locked on the towering War God Manor. Inside, he could sense a wild battle raging. Marcus Wu was in deep trouble: even though his power was nearly Ancestor Immortal level, he was up against top-tier experts, not just some random scrubs. There was no way he could hold out alone, so Ryan didn’t hesitate—he charged straight in!
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Inside War God Manor, things were beyond dire. As War City’s War God, Marcus Wu never expected to be hit with a crisis like this—Heaven-Earth Sect had gone all out, launching a full-scale siege. He was totally caught off guard.
And right at that critical moment, no less than three powerful Ancestor Immortals unleashed a frenzied assault on War God Manor. With his own strength, Marcus could maybe hold off one Ancestor Immortal—that would already be legendary. But stopping all three? No chance. If not for the manor’s insane defenses, everything would’ve been wiped out, and Marcus himself might not have survived.
"Bombard! Hit them with everything we've got—let’s push our Ancestor Immortal power to the max! I refuse to believe War God Manor can withstand the three of us! Bombard them!"