Seeing this scene and hearing that thunderous voice, the dark-skinned disciple was totally stunned, instinctively stumbling backward!
"How is that possible?" Mark Ma, hiding in the shadows, also turned grim, his eyes going wide in disbelief. He simply couldn't accept that Ryan Ling, caught in the eye of the array's storm, was totally unharmed—in fact, he sounded even more energetic than before.
At this moment, inside the Bronze Summit Daoist Temple, the few middle-aged men stopped their idle chatter; now, every eye was locked on the center of the formation. The high-speed cameras captured a scene that defied belief: around Ryan Ling, a mysterious light actually blocked all flames and poison, and seemed on the verge of tearing the array apart.
"He really does have some tricks!" one of the middle-aged men sneered, then steadied himself and said, "But even if the kid blocked it, it can only be temporary. Give Mark Ma the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal in my hands—once that seal is in play, it'll definitely break through his defenses!"
"With the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal, once that treasure comes into play, even if the kid uses powerful defenses, he'll be crushed inside the array!" another middle-aged man immediately agreed.
As they spoke, the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal was sent down at top speed.
In the hidden side chamber, Lin Zhan, Harvey Jin, and the others all looked at Warren Yuan. Every one of them had their mute acupoints sealed, but they could all sense the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal was something special.
Warren Yuan clenched his teeth, face expressionless. He knew perfectly well that the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal was one of Orthodox Unity's greatest treasures—any array with it would be hundreds of times more stable, and breaking out would be almost impossible!
Soon, the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal landed in the dark-skinned disciple's hands. He instantly swung his arm and hurled the seal into the air above the main hall.
"Kid, you talk big but aren't scared of throwing out your back. Let's see you break out now! I'm telling you—today we've already got the oil cauldrons ready for you, your brothers, and that traitor Warren Yuan. Once we catch you, we'll fry all of you alive! You strutted around like you owned the place, now show off for me! Trash—you're nothing but trash in my eyes. Pah!" The dark-skinned disciple vented all his pent-up frustration in a nonstop rant.
The rest of the crowd tore off their masks of fake kindness. Mark Ma stepped out from the back, eyes ice-cold and murderous as he stared down Ryan Ling: "Kid, remember me? Last time in Peachvale County, you cut off my Dao root. Today, I'm taking your life. Add more fire—I want to refine you alive right in front of the whole Orthodox Unity!"
As soon as Mark Ma finished, the dark-skinned disciple and dozens of Orthodox Unity third-generation disciples made their move. Each one was part of the formation; all at once they poured their strength in. The entire hall burst into roaring flames, and green poison raged through the fire, shooting toxic smoke dozens of meters high. The ancient trees around the hall withered instantly.
Under the glow of the flames, every face twisted with cruelty, and some people couldn’t help but laugh—especially Mark Ma, whose excitement was written all over his face.
But barely ten seconds passed before one disciple paled, peering through the fire and stammering, "This is weird... That guy's still moving. How is that possible...?"
"Liu, are you seeing things? He can still move? No way!" shouted the dark-skinned disciple.
"No, he really is moving. Liu's not wrong. And... I think he's smoking!"
"Yeah, he's smoking! It's like the flames are dodging him on purpose. This is freaky!"
Two more formation controllers shouted in shock, faces full of disbelief.
"Impossible! Let me see!" Mark Ma took a deep breath, certain his counterattack had worked. He knew Ryan Ling had tricks, but nobody could be that strong.
But as he stared, he saw Ryan Ling still standing exactly where he'd been. Even with the flames and poison cranked up tenfold, they didn't seem to touch him at all.
Just then, a ghostly voice rang out again: "Didn't I say, just you pieces of trash think you can trap me?"
As soon as the words dropped, a thunderous bang echoed through the hall—the steel cage shattered. Ryan Ling strolled forward like a devil, flames rolling back, poison not daring to get close. He glanced up and the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal overhead cracked instantly.
"Ho-how is this possible?" At that moment, not just Mark Ma but even the middle-aged men in the Bronze Summit Daoist Temple shot to their feet, eyes wide in shock.
Orthodox Unity has subdued plenty of monsters in Jiangnorth, but they've never seen anything like this!
To be crushed by a formation and act like it's nothing—this was just too freaky!
Even the Dragon-Suppressing Dragon Seal was cracking. The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat.
Meanwhile, Warren Yuan, Jason Lin, Harvey Jin and the rest—trapped behind the secret door—couldn’t help grinning. Their master, their big bro, was a once-in-a-generation freak. Miracles just happened around him, and now, hope was back!
"Hmph, don't get cocky—you mongrels aren't winning that easy!" The middle-aged man shot Warren Yuan a glare and barked, "Prepare the Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array!"
Warren Yuan swallowed hard. He knew the Big Dipper Dragon-Binding Array was just kid stuff—the real killer was the Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array. That was Orthodox Unity’s founding trump card, used a century ago to sweep through Dragonridge and build the sect.
But while Warren worried, the whole hall was already in chaos. Ryan Ling strode out, and with every step, an Orthodox Unity formation controller’s body cracked and exploded—dead on the spot. In less than ten steps, almost all the third-generation controllers were wiped out. The scene was pure carnage.
The middle-aged men nearby were dumbstruck. None of them expected Ryan Ling to move so fast; in a flash, everyone was ejected from the Bronze Summit Daoist Temple.
Meanwhile, Warren Yuan, Jason Lin and the others felt their blood boiling. Ryan’s way of fighting was just different—no hesitation, pure ruthlessness.
In the end, only the dark-skinned disciple and Mark Ma were left, staring blankly at the carnage.
To them, Ryan Ling was straight-up a demon. No human could pull off something this insane, or be this strong.
From start to finish, Ryan hadn’t even lifted a finger—every kill was just a step, just a look. Their painstakingly built formation was like tissue paper to him.
"Tell me—where’s Old Yuan and the others? Say 'no' and I’ll rip your head off!" Ryan Ling didn’t bother being polite. With just a glance, Mark Ma was yanked into the air, the whole hall trembling. Even the two stone lions at the door seemed to bow their heads, not daring to look up.
"I-I’m just a third-gen disciple, how would I know…" the dark-skinned disciple tried to lie.
But before he could finish, Ryan Ling glared and roared, "Die!"
Instantly, the guy exploded into chunks, blood spraying everywhere.
Then Ryan Ling locked eyes with Mark Ma again: "You bastard, I knew you were rotten back in Peachvale County. Old Yuan insisted on sparing you, and now you repay mercy with betrayal. Speak—where are Old Yuan and the others? You get one chance, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
As soon as Ryan finished, he glanced at Mark Ma’s legs—and they exploded into bloody pulp.
"Talk!"