Obviously, just as he’d said, what they’d run into here was a top-tier powerhouse. The area showed signs of total erasure—everything, even souls, had been killed outright. That kind of brutal technique was way beyond anything normal people could pull off; it was clearly the work of a peak expert. Now that this had happened, the guards responsible for Dragon City’s security immediately sent out an alert.
"Alert the whole city! There’s a top-tier powerhouse loose in Dragon City—everyone on security detail, stay sharp!"
Meanwhile, while the Dragon City folks were still reeling, Ryan Ling had already taken Lynn Long and Lily away from the scene. Of course, he was still dragging one guy along—the big brother of those Ghost City thugs. Most of them had already been wiped out by Ryan, but he’d kept this guy alive. He needed him to track down the Ghost City crew, find their young master, and take him out for real.
"Boss, please don’t kill me! Whatever you wanna know, I’ll tell you—just spare my life, I’m begging you!" Right now, that so-called big brother had zero dignity left; he was as sleazy and pathetic as it gets, scared out of his mind.
"Enough with the crap, just take us to your young master. I’m gonna skin him alive myself!" Ryan barked. Taking down Ghost City was all about sending a message for him.
"Got it!" The so-called big brother nodded like mad and pointed the way. The young master was in Dragon City’s east side—a super wealthy district packed with rich folks and tons of guards.
"Boss, we’re almost there—it’s just up ahead, in that fancy house!" The big brother pointed frantically at an extravagant mansion.
Right then, Ryan heard playful shouts and laughter coming from inside—obviously, that so-called young master was busy fooling around with some beauties. The scene was a total mess.
Ryan barely glanced at the chaos—he wasn’t interested. Something else had caught his eye: in the young master’s room, there was a one-of-a-kind artifact. This thing was seriously insane, covered in terrifying Saint Immortal power—way stronger than that Saint from the War Tomb, and not just a little bit! The level of power was off the charts, like it could pierce the heavens.
If Ryan could snag this artifact, it’d be a total game-changer for the upcoming King of a Hundred Cities Tournament.
"Awesome, I actually scored something like this—totally didn’t see that coming!" Ryan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Boss, can you let me go now?" The so-called big brother pleaded again, still scared out of his wits.
"Let you go? Dream on. Go join your crew in the afterlife!" Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second—he struck instantly and ended the guy right there.
He wasn’t killing for no reason—the guy had done way too much evil. Ryan had only kept him alive to lead the way, and now his job was done, so off he went.
Before the guy could even get another word out, Ryan’s blade flashed—there was a blood-curdling scream, and his life was over.
Even with all the chaos outside, the Ghost City young master inside hadn’t noticed a thing—he was still going wild, too busy partying to care about anyone else.
"What an idiot. Since you’re so into playing, let me show you how it’s really done." Ryan didn’t hesitate—he unleashed his most violent aura, sealing off the whole area in an instant. No one was getting out now!
Lynn Long and Lily just smiled—they knew better than anyone that when Ryan made a move, he’d always squeeze out the biggest possible gains.
"Weird! Something feels off with the vibe around here." The young master finally sensed something, but before he could finish, the two beauties beside him snuggled up.
"Young master, what could possibly be off in this place? If anything’s weird, it’s you!"
"That’s right, it’s definitely you!"
"Oh yeah? Since you say that, guess I’ll be ‘weird’ for once!" The young master grinned and grabbed both girls into his arms.
"What a freaking scumbag!" Ryan was speechless but didn’t bother with the young master—instead, he charged straight for the guy’s room, where the top-tier artifact was. That’s what he was really after!
"Hell yeah, this is the real deal!" As soon as Ryan entered, he spotted a mysterious white-bone sword on the bed. This thing was seriously hardcore, no ordinary weapon. Ryan practically drooled at the sight—facing the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament, what he needed most was a killer weapon. If he could snatch this artifact and refit it, he’d be unstoppable.
Ryan didn’t hesitate—he grabbed the white-bone sword, wiped out its original aura, and flooded it with his own. In seconds, the artifact was his.
Even Ryan was shocked at how easy it was—now this top-notch treasure belonged to him.
"Awesome, we seriously hit the jackpot this time!" Ryan yelled, still buzzing. Meanwhile, the Ghost City young master hadn’t even noticed—he was still busy fooling around with the beauties.
"What an idiot." Ryan thought, getting ruthless. Since things had come this far, he might as well finish the job—only by taking out that guy could he really get what he wanted.
"You two wait here, I’ll go deal with him." Ryan charged straight over, sword in hand, swinging for the young master without a second thought.
Finally, the young master realized what was happening and spun around to block—after all, he was half-step Saint, not someone you’d normally take out with one hit. But when he saw Ryan holding his own artifact, he was totally stunned.
"You dare steal my stuff? Do you even know who I am? You think you can mess with Ghost City? You think you can control that artifact?" The young master screamed, totally losing it, his body releasing a freaky white mist.
That white mist was his killer move—seriously scary stuff.
But Ryan didn’t waste time talking. He blasted a wave of force straight at the guy’s forehead—with a sickening crack, the young master’s skull split open. That so-called powerhouse was wiped out instantly. Couldn’t have gone smoother.
"Spare us! Please don’t kill us!" The women dropped to their knees in front of Ryan, terrified.
Ryan wasn’t into killing innocents, so he let them go. He didn’t care about anything else—getting that artifact was all that mattered, and today’s job was done.
That white-bone sword was a true rarity. Used right, it could unleash insane power. Ryan didn’t hesitate—he erased the bone look, refashioned it into a sleek new blade, perfect for disguising the fact that he’d just stolen it.
He finished up fast—no point sticking around. Taking the two women, he left. The moment they were gone, all of Ghost City’s people went nuts. Nobody could believe their young master was dead, just like that.