"These guys seriously aren't afraid of death!"
"Jiangdong War God Gabriel Xue—his reputation isn't just talk! This is the kind of commander who never bows to a Great Saint. Damn rare!"
"Too bad he chose to be an enemy of the World Dominion Society. Otherwise, I'd actually want to recruit a guy like that. What a shame!"
...
Right now, even the troops from Sutherland Province were showing a hint of respect. Clearly, in this whole country, only a badass like Gabriel Xue would dare risk his life against a Great Saint!
"Talk about not knowing when to quit! Today, I'll send all of you off—die!" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer's brow furrowed, clearly pissed now. In a flash, the giant face in the sky twisted into a ferocious vajra, and a wave of Great Saint power smashed down. The supposedly tough shield shattered instantly, and the thousands of troops were about to get blown apart in the blink of an eye!
"Brothers!"
"Brothers!"
"Brothers!"
...
Right then, Gabriel Xue, Jason Lin, and the others all clenched their fists, ready to die and head for the Yellow Springs together.
But just as doom was about to hit, a massive figure dropped from the sky, landing right in front of everyone at the absolute last second.
"Boss, I KNEW you wouldn't die so easily! I just knew you'd show up!" As soon as Harvey "Million" Jin saw that familiar silhouette, tears streamed down his chubby face and his whole body started shaking.
"Harvey, you seriously need to lose some weight!" Ryan Ling shot him a look over his shoulder.
"Hahaha!" The moment Ryan Ling started joking, everyone burst out laughing. Even after staring death in the face, to them this was just another wild game!
"Ryan Ling? So you really ARE Jiangnan's Number One Saint—the guy who killed my brother Murong Taicang?" As Ryan Ling blocked the Great Saint's strike, the crisis was temporarily averted. Murong the Immortal‑Slayer revealed his true form—a vicious, scar-covered face radiating killing intent, clearly way tougher and deadlier than Murong Taicang ever was!
"Ryan Ling survived? Did he really wipe out those Tokugawa Clan guys?" The Sutherland Province troops stared in shock as Ryan appeared, all trading looks of disbelief.
Ryan Ling just sneered coldly, not even glancing at the Sutherland Province crowd. His eyes locked on Murong the Immortal‑Slayer as he said, "Yeah, I killed Murong Taicang. He kidnapped my parents—how could a son let that slide?"
"You've got guts. But since that's how it is, there's no way I'm letting you walk today!" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer's killing intent exploded as waves of Great Saint aura swept out. Turns out he'd only been using a fraction of his strength before—now, facing Ryan Ling, he was unleashing his true Great Saint power!
"Everyone, fall back!" Ryan Ling shouted to his brothers behind him.
"Got it! Everyone, fall back—quick!" Gabriel Xue didn't hesitate. In a fight like this, they couldn't help at all; sticking around would just drag Ryan down.
As Gabriel and the others retreated, the Sutherland Province troops scrambled to get out of the way too, throwing up their strongest defenses. In a battle like this, one wrong move and you could lose your life in an instant!
"You little punk, today marks the seventh day since my brother's death—I'm using your head as a live sacrifice!" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer lunged forward, his aura freezing the air. Great Saint power could command the world itself; a monster like this could control a whole region with a thought, way beyond any normal Golden Core stage!
Ryan Ling didn't hesitate. He instantly unleashed all his Golden Core – Nourishing Core power. Facing a giant like this, he had to go all out—one slip and he'd be dead in a heartbeat.
Boom!
In that instant, a deafening crash rang out as two titanic forces smashed into each other. Under the Great Saint's crushing power, Ryan Ling's face went pale—like his blood was being sucked dry all at once.
At the Nourishing Core stage, Ryan could wipe out ten Middle Saints without breaking a sweat, but against a Great Saint, he was clearly struggling to hold his ground!
"Boss is obviously having a tough time!" Harvey "Million" Jin, ever sharp-eyed, blurted out in worry.
"Don't panic! Master will win for sure—he has to! And don't forget, Senior Guihai One‑Blade is always watching over Boss!" Yuan Zhengang gritted his teeth, shouting encouragement.
"Right, I almost forgot about Senior Guihai One‑Blade! Even a Great Saint is just an appetizer for him!" As soon as Guihai One‑Blade was mentioned, everyone finally relaxed a bit.
"What's wrong? Weren't you just acting all tough? I've only cranked my power up to twenty percent and you can't handle it?" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer sneered, moving closer to Ryan Ling. "Let me guess—you and your bros think Guihai One‑Blade will always show up and bail you out, right?"
"What do you mean by that?" Ryan Ling froze, his face turning even uglier.
"I mean your backer can't just pop up whenever you want anymore. If you ask me, he's barely keeping himself alive right now! Hahaha, you really think the Grand Elders of the World Dominion Society are just for decoration?" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer burst out laughing.
"That's impossible! You're talking nonsense!" Ryan Ling snapped back, unleashing the first ten forms of the Infernal Madblade Style with all his Nourishing Core power. This Ten-Slash combo was at least ten times stronger than before!
"So you're saying you killed my brother with those ten slashes?" Murong the Immortal‑Slayer gritted his teeth, then swept his sleeve—this time unleashing seventy percent of his total Great Saint power.
With a thunderous boom, every blade of Ryan Ling's Infernal Madblade Style shattered. He took a brutal hit and was blasted flying...