In a flash, White Impermanence was slapped to the ground, while Black Impermanence glared angrily, eyes wide.
"What are you looking at? Want me to hit you too?" Warren Damon was outrageously arrogant, acting like nobody else mattered.
"Seriously, this is next-level arrogance!" Ryan Ling had never met anyone this wild before—it was like someone was about to blow up the whole Yama Hall.
"Lord Yama, I can't take it anymore! I have to teach this bastard a lesson today!" Marshal Zhong Kui was fuming and charged forward.
"Warren Damon, you son of a bitch! What do you think this place is? You think you can curse and hit people whenever you want? You're way out of line!" Zhong Kui shouted, ready to throw hands.
"Zhong Kui, you dare hit me?" Just as Zhong Kui was about to strike, one of Warren Damon's household retainers whipped out a token. Instantly, Zhong Kui's expression changed and he dropped his raised hand.
On the token, big characters stood out: Ghost Emperor Decree!
"Go ahead, hit me! If you attack me now, you're not just disrespecting the Western Pacifying King's household, you're also disrespecting the Ghost Emperor. Better watch out or you'll lose your Grand Marshal title!" Warren Damon sneered, his eyes sweeping the entire Yama Hall, then barked, "Let's see who dares move today! Any ghost who makes a move—I can wipe them out right now!"
Warren Damon then looked at Lord Yama and said, "Your Majesty, I'm here under the Ghost Emperor's orders to arrest Zoe Zhong. I hope you won't stand in my way, or this could turn into a full-on war and the whole Netherworld will suffer!"
At this moment, even Lord Yama hadn't expected Warren Damon to have a Ghost Emperor Decree. In the entire Yama Hall, Lord Yama handles all administrative matters, but the Ghost Emperor is the true ruler of the ghostly path—he doesn't wield direct power, but his influence is even higher than Lord Yama's.
In this situation, even Lord Yama couldn't just go all out and burn bridges.
"No! I don't want to go with him, I don't want to!" Zoe Zhong was panicking now, her face completely drained of color.
"Well, well, I think I hear my woman calling. Where is she? Get her out here right now!" Warren Damon grinned wickedly and started swaggering deeper inside, eyes full of shameless arrogance.
"Damn it, this bastard!" Marshal Zhong Kui gritted his teeth, clearly about to lose it.
"Do it! Grab that little bastard right now!" Even Lord Yama couldn't hold back anymore. Even with the Ghost Emperor Decree in play, he couldn't stomach this scene.
But just then, Ryan Ling stepped forward, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Let's see who dares lay a finger on my wife today!"
"Ryan Ling!" The moment Ryan jumped out, not just Zoe Zhong, but even Marshal Zhong Kui and Lord Yama were stunned!
Warren Damon was both pissed off and dumbfounded.
"You little punk, you gutless loser, you really think you can block me? Get outta here! You're just asking to die—and you dare call Zoe Zhong your wife?" Hearing Ryan Ling jump out and talk back, Warren felt like a beggar was challenging an emperor. He instantly went berserk!
"Let me spell it out for you: Zoe Zhong and I are already married. Just now, with all these people as witnesses—we're a willing couple. You still wanna snatch her away?" Ryan Ling snorted coldly, blunt and direct.
"That's right, Warren Damon! Ryan Ling and I are married, so quit dreaming about eating swan meat, you toad. Just get lost!" Hearing Ryan say that, Zoe Zhong got a lot braver too.
"You—you two?" Warren Damon's face turned green on the spot.
"You little shits, I'm gonna kill you!" Warren Damon instantly attacked, blasting straight at Ryan Ling.
A Thunder-Tribulation master is no joke—the whole floor of the Yama Hall cracked open with a thunderous boom.
But Ryan Ling wasn't afraid at all. Since Lord Yama and Marshal Zhong Kui couldn't go all out, it was up to him—the Hell Crown Prince of the human world—to step up. He'd wanted to beat up this wedding-crashing bastard back in the mortal world anyway, and now that Warren made a move, Ryan could finally show him what being a ghost is all about!
"Bastard!" Ryan didn't hesitate, unleashing a wave of Nascent Soul power right at him.
"Nascent Soul? Ha!" Warren Damon sneered, not taking Ryan's power seriously at all. The moment he saw it was Nascent Soul, he was full of contempt.
But then, a thunderous boom rang out—Ryan Ling didn't budge an inch, while Warren Damon actually staggered back a step, his face turning ugly.
"How—how is that possible?" On the sidelines, Marshal Zhong Kui's face changed too. He couldn't believe it—he'd been about to step in himself.
On the other side, even Lord Yama secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Turns out, even he hadn't seen through Ryan Ling's real strength.
"Ryan Ling, you bastard, how are you this strong? You're just Nascent Soul—how could you block my Thunder-Tribulation power?" Warren Damon was stunned, even stepping back again.
"Idiot!" Ryan didn't hesitate, striding forward two steps. Lord Yama and Marshal Zhong Kui couldn't go all out, but he was different—he could totally put Warren Damon in his place today and give Lord Yama's reputation a boost!
"What, you think I'm that easy to push around?" Warren Damon gritted his teeth, unleashing an even wilder blast of Thunder-Tribulation power straight at Ryan.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three massive explosions echoed across the floor of the Yama Hall!
Earlier, Warren Damon might've only used thirty or forty percent of his strength, but now he was going all in—at least ninety percent.
But shockingly, Ryan Ling didn't look scared at all. He just stood his ground, still using his Nascent Soul power—but now that power was so overwhelming it filled the whole Yama Hall, and his aura was even fiercer than Warren Damon's Thunder-Tribulation!
"Lord Yama, what the...?" Even Marshal Zhong Kui was dumbstruck—he'd thought Ryan would need his protection, maybe even worried about marrying his sister to Ryan. But now, all those worries seemed pointless.
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"No wonder he's my son—his Nascent Soul power is off the charts! He can beat a typical first-layer Thunder-Tribulation master and even go toe-to-toe with a second-layer one. That's just mind-blowing!" Even Lord Yama was secretly amazed.
"Awesome, haha! Warren Damon thought he could just wave the Ghost Emperor Decree around and we'd all roll over, but he ran into a real tough customer. My brother-in-law is killing it!" Marshal Zhong Kui couldn't help but praise Ryan Ling.
"Die! I'm going to kill you!" Warren Damon gritted his teeth, pushing his Thunder-Tribulation power to the absolute max—a full ten out of ten. Instantly, the force rebounded.
Ryan Ling's cultivation was still just Nascent Soul, so blocking a full-power Thunder-Tribulation strike was seriously risky.
Everyone around looked grim. Lightning and thunder still raged around Ryan Ling, and those bolts weren't ordinary—they were ghost lightning, a thousand times fiercer than anything from the mortal world.
Ryan Ling's face finally changed a little. He could withstand the Thunder-Tribulation power, but this was his first time facing a full-strength attack. He was completely surrounded by lightning, like being tossed into a meat grinder—he might get shredded to bits any second.
"Die! Die! Die! Die!" Warren Damon had gone totally nuts, unleashing wave after wave of Thunder-Tribulation power. The scene was so brutal, it looked like Ryan Ling was about to get insta-killed.
"Ryan Ling!" Zoe Zhong was getting nervous now. Warren Damon was only first-layer Thunder-Tribulation, but the power he was putting out was almost second-layer. After all, he's the Western Pacifying King's son—his true skills aren't something the average ghost could match!
"Heh, looks like you're toast! Some trash Nascent Soul wants to fight our young lord? That's a death sentence!" One of the Western Pacifying King's household retainers shouted, waving the Ghost Emperor Decree. "Nobody here better help, or you're defying the Ghost Emperor and the Western Pacifying King—war will break out and we'll wipe you all out!"