"That fast?" Ryan Ling was momentarily stunned—KL League people had already found him.
In an instant, Jenny Chen was flung backward by the rebound. Ryan didn’t hesitate—he leapt forward and caught her. But the force was brutal; Jenny was powerless to resist. Her outer clothes exploded, and her soft skin was suddenly exposed right in front of Ryan.
Just now, he’d only grabbed Jenny Chen’s butt, but now her whole upper body was exposed. The sight in front of him left Ryan completely stunned.
"Jenny Chen, I never expected you’d be a half-old MILF and still have a body like that. Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Seriously, this figure totally beats those young models! Hahaha!"
"Today, us elders are going to have some real fun with you!"
...
This intense scene played out before everyone’s eyes. Ryan immediately sensed at least five or six powerful Heaven-Tribulation auras converging on them. These forces were terrifying—if Ryan were still at Nascent Soul, he’d be totally helpless against them.
But now, Ryan didn’t feel any fear. Even with just half-step Heaven-Tribulation power, he could slaughter them all!
"R-Ryan Ling, what do we do?" Jenny was clearly terrified by these overwhelming powers. To ordinary people, Heaven-Tribulation experts were basically gods. No matter how tough Jenny was, faced with them she was so scared she didn’t know what to do.
"Don’t panic, just stay behind me!" Ryan didn’t hesitate and pulled Jenny Chen behind him. In the process, his hand accidentally landed on her chest—the feeling was honestly amazing.
But in a crisis like this, that sensation was just a fleeting spark—Jenny didn’t even seem to notice, clinging tightly to Ryan’s back.
Even with several layers of clothes between them, that soft feeling still made his heart itch!
Chen Family women really are man-killers, Ryan thought, shaking his head and trying not to let his mind wander!
Right then, a familiar voice rang out in midair: "Hahaha, I was wondering who had the guts to break into KL League HQ for a rescue. Turns out it’s my great Crown Prince of Hell! My prince, didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon, did you?"
The newcomer was none other than Warren Damon, son of the Western Pacifying King. His eyes locked onto Ryan like a predator eyeing its prey. And he wasn’t alone—at least five or six top Heaven-Tribulation experts surrounded him, flooding the detention block with their terrifying aura.
Warren looked different from the last time in Hell—his aura had leveled up. He used to be first-layer Heaven-Tribulation, but now he’d broken through to second-layer, his whole body crackling with savage lightning.
Looks like this guy thinks he can finally get his revenge—he’s here to finish me off once and for all!
"Young Lord, why waste words with this guy? Let us take him out—he barged into our HQ, he’s just begging to die!" A nearby second-layer Heaven-Tribulation expert said coldly.
"No need for you to step in—leave him to me!" Warren snapped. This was the perfect chance for revenge; he had to reclaim every shred of face he’d lost in Hell.
"Young Lord, you’re too precious to take risks yourself..." Another clueless elder tried to butt in.
"Get lost!" Warren Damon snapped, clearly annoyed.
"Everyone back off—let Young Lord handle it! Let the whole world see that the Western Pacifying King's son is the true top youth of Hell, and everyone else is just trash!" The experts who’d come from Hell with him started shouting, clearly knowing the backstory.
Warren stood in front of Ryan, looking arrogant and vicious. Lightning tribulation energy roared off him, forming thousands of thunder blades aimed straight at Ryan.
"Young Lord’s second-layer Heaven-Tribulation looks really solid—he’s got so many thunder blades, it’s almost like third-layer! Truly a genius among geniuses!"
"Absolutely! Young Lord’s grasp of tribulation thunder is way beyond ours. We could train for years and still not compare to what he’s figured out in just a few days. Respect!"
"Breaking through to second-layer so fast is a miracle, and his control over thunder is just mind-blowing. Amazing, seriously!"
...
Watching Warren’s lightning explode outward, all the KL League higher-ups started shouting his praises. If ever there was a time for bootlicking, this was it.
"Ryan Ling, you stinking Nascent Soul, I refuse to believe you can survive this time! Today, I’ll make sure you die with no burial!" Warren roared, unable to hold back anymore. Old grudges and new ones, he wanted to settle them all. With a wild howl, every thunder blade in the sky crashed down toward Ryan.
Jenny Chen watched from behind Ryan, her face turning green with terror. She was trembling uncontrollably, clutching Ryan from behind and shouting for God—she clearly knew things looked grim.
All around, KL League bigshots and the Hell lackeys from the Western Pacifying King's mansion burst out laughing. It looked like Ryan was doomed to die here today!
But to everyone’s shock, Ryan didn’t react at all. He stared at the incoming thunder with utter contempt, not even moving a muscle.
"Courting death!" Warren Damon was even more furious at Ryan’s arrogance. All the thunder blades crashed down on Ryan’s forehead—over a thousand strikes, every single one landing!
"Oh my god, Mom!" Jenny was nearly losing her mind, collapsing to her knees.
Warren’s people cheered, already celebrating their victory.
But then, something unbelievable happened. Not only was Ryan completely unharmed, it was like he ate the thunder alive—every bolt instantly disappeared into his body, and he didn’t even blink!
"How is this possible?" Warren’s face changed instantly. He hadn’t used his full power, but at least eighty percent—enough to equal ten-plus first-layer Heaven-Tribulation experts striking at once. In his mind, Ryan should’ve been obliterated!
"Garbage is always garbage!" Ryan snorted coldly. No one knew his true strength—he’d survived the insane lightning storms of Thunder Isle. A thousand thunder blades? He’d swallowed billions in one go back there. Warren’s attack was nothing but a tickle!
"What did you say?" Warren, who lived for face, couldn’t take it. He’d already disgraced his father in Hell, and now he’d gone all out to reach second-layer Heaven-Tribulation for this rematch. If he failed again, he might as well be dead.
In a flash, Warren didn’t hesitate—he unleashed his full second-layer Heaven-Tribulation power. All ten-tenths of his thunder erupted, flooding the sky with thousands of bolts. You could even hear a thunder god’s roar!
"Oh my god, Young Lord’s gone berserk! Full power second-layer Heaven-Tribulation—he’s even summoned a thunder god’s roar! What a genius! With this kind of power, even I couldn’t take it. No matter how tough Ryan is, there’s no way he can survive this—he’s dead for sure!" The KL League bigshots started bootlicking even harder.
But Ryan still didn’t move, looking down on Warren’s attack from the bottom of his heart. This stuff was child’s play to him—forget a thunder god’s roar, he had the Thunder Essence of five thunder gods stored inside. If he unleashed that, Warren would probably die of fright…