"Saint Realm?" Ryan Ling was momentarily stunned. He clearly hadn't expected that a place like Hong Kong Island would have a Saint Realm expert. What is the Saint Realm, anyway? It's a level that basically transcends the limits of martial artists, where one's life force reaches an unprecedented purity. The power is insane—no way can dozens or even hundreds of Heaven-Tier Void Realm fighters compare to a real Saint.
"As far as I know, there’s never been a Saint in the South!" Even the Ghost Elder inside me was taken aback, sounding pretty skeptical.
"His power is definitely strong, but he hasn’t truly stepped into the Saint Dao. He’s just got some saintly aura stuck to him—call him a half-Saint at best." At this moment, Ryan’s perception was at its peak; with one glance, he could practically see right through the guy’s level.
You gotta know, the Martial Dao Saint Realm is insanely strong—pretty much the pinnacle of martial arts. There are only a handful of such big shots in all of Huaxia, so there’s no way some random Hong Kong Island has one.
Right now, Ryan’s immortal power was surging. Golden Core versus Martial Dao Saint Realm—he actually wanted to go all out. Too bad the opponent was just a knockoff.
"Brat, you still dare act cocky in front of me? Kneel, submit, and maybe I’ll let you live!" Jarvis Zha sneered coldly, eyes full of contempt and killing intent. Clearly, he was pretty smug about his ‘Saint Realm’ status and didn’t take Ryan seriously at all.
At that moment, hearing Jarvis Zha speak, all the other Hong Kong Island nobles started shouting, getting even more hyped.
"Yeah, kid, you’re way too arrogant. Kneel and accept death! Kneel!"
"If you surrender now, you’ve got one last chance. Get it straight—you’re up against Hong Kong Island’s Number One Saint. No matter how crazy your skills are, you’re definitely no match for Mr. Zha!"
"That’s right, kneel! Kneel! And let Huo Yinlong and Lang Chen go—right now!"
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"Let them go, did you hear me?" Jarvis Zha shouted, eyes wide like he was about to eat someone.
"We’re saved! We’re actually saved!" Huo Yinlong was pumped, yelling too: "Did you hear that? Let me go! With a Saint Realm expert here, Ryan Ling, no matter how badass you are, I’d advise you to back off!"
"Old Chen, why be polite with him now? He wouldn’t dare touch us with a Saint backing us! Let us go or you’re dead meat!" Lang Chen shouted excitedly. With a Saint covering him, he was afraid of nothing!
"Ryan Ling?" Nearby, Cindy Nang looked at him, torn with worry.
"Oh really? Think I’m scared now? You two are destined to die today—die!" Ryan didn’t hesitate at all. His blade slashed down and Huo Yinlong’s neck spurted blood like crazy. The guy was totally stunned, mouth still open to say something, but before he could, his head hit the ground with a thud.
Then Ryan stuffed the whole body straight into the Demon-Snaring Bowl.
"You—you actually dared kill someone in front of a Saint!" Lang Chen’s eyes nearly popped out, and even Cindy Nang was shaken.
What kind of person is a Saint? Even the Nang family head—her father, Nang Tengfei—wouldn’t dare mess with one. In all of Huaxia, Saints are so rare you can count them on one hand.
"Arrogant brat! Today I’ll execute you for the heavens!" Jarvis Zha was completely furious, not wasting another word. He charged like a tornado, and in a flash the 'Saint' slammed a palm down at Ryan.
Ryan didn’t hesitate. He looked up and took the incoming palm head-on—time to see what his new strength was really made of.
In an instant, Golden Core power surged from his dantian, flooding his whole body and dyeing him gold.
“What’s going on?” The crowd stared, stunned.
“It’s just an illusion. Fighting a Saint is like an ant trying to shake a tree!” sneered another noble nearby.
Right now, Jarvis Zha didn’t even care. His terrifying Saint Realm aura wrapped Ryan inside and out. With a muffled shout, a giant palm print slammed down on the peak of Jiulong Mountain, almost splitting the whole mountain in two. Ryan’s silhouette was nearly swallowed up.
“Ryan!” Down below, Cindy Nang rushed forward several steps.
“Miss Cindy, don’t rush in! I—I believe Ryan can handle it!” said the most senior Nang family retainer, trying to sound confident.
But even as he said it, seeing a Saint attack with such earth-shattering force, everyone had a huge question mark in their hearts.
From what everyone knew, Ryan’s power was already at the peak—he could kill Heaven-Tier Void Realm experts, which was impressive enough. But to fight a Saint? That was supposed to be impossible. No teenager in Huaxia had ever slain a Saint.
“He’s definitely dead!” gasped the Hong Kong nobles around, blown away by the Saint’s attack.
“Hah, I thought he was something special. Turns out he’s just mediocre!” Jarvis Zha himself began to sneer.
But before he could finish sneering, he suddenly screamed. In a blink, a golden beam shot out, piercing straight through Jarvis’s palm—Saint blood splattered everywhere.
“How is that possible?” The Hong Kong nobles were dumbfounded, staring at each other in shock.
“A miracle—Ryan’s power really is unstoppable!” Cindy Nang’s heart pounded. She felt she hadn’t chosen wrong; this was a man worth loving for a lifetime.
If he could hurt a Saint, then killing one might not be far off.
If Ryan really pulled it off, all of Huaxia would explode with excitement!
“You little bastard, you dare injure me? You ruined my sanctity—must’ve used some dirty trick. I’ll kill you today!” Jarvis Zha, who fancied himself Hong Kong’s number one Saint and played the holy man all day, worshipped by the city’s elite, even had a personal shrine where people burned incense for him day and night.
He practically saw himself as a god, and his Saint status mattered more than anything. Now that Ryan had wounded him, he couldn’t swallow his pride and was ready to go all out. No way he’d believe he’d lose to a teenager.
“Kill!” Jarvis didn’t hesitate, launching himself at Ryan and unleashing five or six palms in a row—each one earth-shattering. Jiulong Mountain was nearly split in half.
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But what nobody dared believe—Ryan fired back with five, six palm strikes of his own, each one stronger than Jarvis’s. Even Jarvis’s Saint power got straight-up suppressed.
“How is this possible?” Lee Chaoren, the Lee family patriarch, turned utterly pale.
Bao Tiangang, the Bao patriarch, couldn’t help but retreat—Ryan’s power was so overwhelming he was about to collapse.
If even Jarvis couldn’t stop Ryan, Hong Kong Island was basically doomed.
Jarvis’s face went white too. He’d dominated Hong Kong for decades, nobody could beat him. He was about to join Huaxia’s highest circles and finally be canonized as the Southern Saint. Today’s fight was supposed to cement his legend and win over all the southern clans—he’d even been dreaming of his own Saint title for years.
In Yan Capital there was the famous Northern Saint, a true Huaxia icon. Everyone flocked north to worship him, but the south had no equivalent. Jarvis Zha wanted desperately to fill that gap.
But even in the Saint Realm, there were levels. Jarvis knew the path to true sainthood was long, but as long as he was canonized, it would be the start of his peak.
If he could wipe out Ryan, the south would be shaken, and he’d seize the central spot in Huaxia’s southern world. It’d also add a legendary feat to his canonization. Two birds, one stone—what a deal!
Thinking of all this, Jarvis stopped caring about anything else. He roared, his power condensing, and in a flash, golden armor appeared around him—this wasn’t ordinary metal, but his Gold-Element Immortal Art.
“Look, it’s Mr. Zha’s Gold-Element Immortal Art! He’s using immortal techniques now. That earlier stuff was just a warm-up—the real Saint Realm power is coming out, and this punk probably thought he was hot stuff for a second!” shouted another clan head. The Huo family had brought half their top fighters, but now, with Jarvis here, basically all of Hong Kong’s strongest had shown up.
Twenty years ago, Jarvis fought the British Governor, shocking the Pearl River Delta. That battle basically sealed Hong Kong’s return to Huaxia—made the Queen think twice. Back then, Jarvis used this very Gold-Element Immortal Art. Now, years later, his technique was even stronger, and the whole island’s elite were captivated.