Life and death hung by a thread, but Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate—he poured all his Heaven-Tribulation power straight into Primeval Heavenwood!
Thunder could spark life, even catalyze it—but this kind of power was way beyond anything a normal person could pull off!
Right now, Ryan Ling could only go all out and give it a shot!
And just as a flood of Heaven-Tribulation power surged into Primeval Heavenwood, a miracle happened.
The flower bud closest to the main trunk started swelling—fast. In no time, it actually began to form a real fruit.
“Yes—yes! Keep going, it has to work!” The Ghost Elder steadied himself, full of hope, while China’s Divine Dragon stared wide-eyed. It was the first time either of them had seen Primeval Heavenwood bear fruit—an ultra-rare sight.
Even just witnessing this miracle would be a huge blessing for any mortal.
This is the birth of life itself—pure, unstoppable vitality!
Suddenly, a wave of fresh, life-giving energy swept through the entire Crystal Palace. The Ghost Elder was intoxicated, and even China’s Divine Dragon’s pain eased up—a clear sign that the Heavenwood Fruit’s medicinal power was off the charts!
“Condense!” Ryan Ling shouted. The fruit on Primeval Heavenwood kept growing—soon it was the size of a peach, with a fragrance so fresh it made you dizzy!
“Awesome, we’re almost there! This is great!” Even China’s Divine Dragon was getting excited.
“Paula, hang in there!” Right now, Paula Bloom looked worse and worse. Ryan Ling shouted, urging her to hold on.
Then, at this critical moment, the fruit dropped—the very first Heavenwood Fruit from Primeval Heavenwood was finally ripe!
Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate for a second—he waved his hand, juiced the fruit, and poured it all into Paula Bloom’s mouth.
Paula Bloom, who’d been halfway to Hell, suddenly stabilized—her face flushed with color, her wounds healed by more than half, and even crazier, her cultivation shot up from God Realm straight to Nascent Soul, then all the way to peak Nascent Soul!
“Holy crap, that’s insane!” The Ghost Elder’s eyes went wide, and even China’s Divine Dragon looked a little jealous.
“That should do it!” Ryan Ling wiped the sweat off his forehead—finally, Paula Bloom had pulled through. He quickly turned to China’s Divine Dragon: “Don’t worry, the next fruit is yours!”
“No rush, take your time. I’ll wait!” China’s Divine Dragon nodded—one fruit like that, and his wounds might heal instantly.
But Ryan Ling had already burned through almost all his Heaven-Tribulation power. Growing another fruit would take time—he’d have to wait a while before trying again.
“Ryan!” Paula Bloom slowly opened her eyes, already fully recovered.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now!” Ryan Ling gently patted Paula Bloom’s head. His breakthrough to half-step Heaven-Tribulation was all thanks to her—if she hadn’t risked her life to protect him, he probably never would’ve made it.
He owed her more than he could ever repay.
“Ryan, let Paula Bloom stay here and recover for now. You’ve reached half-step Heaven-Tribulation—time to get ready for America. Things are getting worse by the minute over there; if you wait any longer, it’ll be a total disaster!” With everything settled here, the Ghost Elder urged Ryan Ling to move—there was no time to waste.
“Got it!” Ryan Ling knew he’d already spent days in the South Sea, and Warren Damon definitely wouldn’t give him much more time. He had to move fast—if he didn’t get to America soon, every Chinese person there would be doomed.
“Let’s go!” Ryan Ling waved his hand and shot out of the Crystal Palace with the Ghost Elder, straight across the waves to the Pacific. Daniel Deng had already sent out all the warships, teaming up with Russian ships to charge toward America.
China had always been on the defensive—now it was finally time to strike back!
America was in chaos. China had gone all out, taking down wave after wave of American forces. Now, with so many warships, nuclear subs, and carriers heading for America, the U.S. government and public were both panicking.
Suddenly, resistance against the execution of Chinese-Americans in the U.S. started forming back home!
Right now—Capitol Hill, the highest peak in the U.S. capital, Kunlun League headquarters.
Warren Damon from the Underworld, the Ghost Attendant, and the Kunlun League’s top brass all gathered together. Every single one was a Heaven-Tribulation expert—dozens of them, inside and out.
This was the world’s number one powerhouse—no force on earth could break through!
Their combined Heaven-Tribulation power could literally wipe out the planet!
“Damn, America’s leaders are so weak! They can’t even handle a battered China and a washed-up Russia—pathetic!” one Kunlun League exec spat.
“Exactly! Useless! Now Congress is demanding we stop or get kicked out of the country—what a joke. If it weren’t for us, America never would’ve become the world’s number one superpower!” another exec said, full of contempt.
“Enough. Forget these Americans. We don’t need mass slaughter right now—let’s target key figures. Jenny Chen, for example, is hugely respected among Chinese-Americans and always acts unbreakable. She gives me a headache!” Warren Damon said coolly.
“The Young Prince is right—we should go after her early. Jenny Chen is Anqi Chen’s aunt, so targeting her will definitely force Ryan Ling to show himself. He’s been hiding for days, but if we kill Jenny Chen, let’s see if he stays underground!” the Ghost Attendant chimed in.
“Good. Jenny Chen’s our target—tonight we announce it, tomorrow we act, and it’s going live worldwide. Let’s see if Ryan Ling keeps hiding like a coward!” Warren Damon sneered. “If he dares show up, it’s his funeral. He’s just a weak Nascent Soul—let’s see how long he can act tough. Damn, I’m ready to vent some rage!”
Night fell heavy over the Pacific, a sense of doom in the air—like a world war was about to erupt. No one dared sleep, eyes wide open.
“Ryan, you have to save my aunt—please save her!” Anqi Chen sobbed as the U.S. livestream played. If they didn’t rescue Jenny Chen tonight, tomorrow she’d be a corpse.
“I know!” Ryan Ling clenched his fists. With his new half-step Heaven-Tribulation power, he was more than ready for a showdown with the Kunlun League—he could crush third-layer tribulation experts and even take on fourth-layer ones.
Plus, he had five Thunder Giant essences inside him—if he unleashed them, he’d go straight to Heaven-Tribulation, and not just the first layer. He could wipe out fifth-layer experts in seconds. With power like that, why would he fear Warren Damon’s crew?
“Daniel Deng, take all the warships and attack the U.S. coast tonight—fight them head-on!” Ryan Ling ordered. The Kunlun League had gone too far, but Ryan Ling wouldn’t hesitate. This was a true war, and with so many Chinese dead, he would make them pay.
“Understood!” Daniel Deng nodded—he’d been ready for this.
“Guihai One-Blade, take all the martial artists and hit the key U.S. cities—only target the Kunlun League and U.S. military!” Ryan Ling said.
“Got it!” Guihai One-Blade nodded, no hesitation at all. With Ryan Ling’s boost, he’d reached Nascent Soul stage, and all the Chinese martial artists around him had hit God Realm—over a thousand God Realm experts, making for an unprecedented national war lineup!
“Marshal Zhong Kui, lead all the ghost generals and soldiers—tonight we attack Capitol Hill together. I’m going to settle things with the Kunlun League’s top brass!” Ryan Ling said, without a trace of doubt—he was fully ready for war.
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