"Impossible! Your real backer is Guihai One‑Blade?" At this moment, seeing Ryan Ling unleash the first nine forms of the Infernal Madblade Style, Murong Taicang's face went instantly pale.
With the Infernal Madblade Style—an Immortal technique—driving him, Ryan's Golden Core power surged to the max in an instant. Nine mad blades slashed straight at Murong Taicang, who didn't dare act arrogant for a second; he instantly triggered every ounce of his defensive strength.
Obviously, with the first nine forms of the Infernal Madblade Style, Ryan's burst power had multiplied more than tenfold compared to before—and every single slash landed right on Murong Taicang's vital points.
Murong Taicang couldn't dodge even if he wanted to.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Murong Taicang threw out everything he had to dodge the fourth and fifth forms, but the sixth—Severing Bone—was too much. His arm bones cracked, his whole body bent downward.
"I'm getting justice for Cindy Nang right now! You bastard—I'm gonna smash your bones!" Ryan didn't hesitate for a second; seventh, eighth, and ninth forms all struck at once.
Instantly, the sound of bones shattering echoed—Murong Taicang's collarbone, sternum, and shin all snapped. He couldn't handle the Infernal Madblade's ultimate moves at all. The first three forms were just openers, not even scratching the surface—just bait thrown out by Guihai One‑Blade. The real terror started from the fourth form, each one ramping up in strength. By the end, even a Middle Saint couldn't take it.
With the ninth form landing, Murong Taicang couldn't hold out anymore—he was sent flying, and with a loud crack, his spine snapped right in half.
"Good! Scum like him deserves to be flayed alive! I'm gonna slice his flesh off piece by piece to avenge my daughter—no way he's making it back to Yan Capital alive!" Watching Murong Taicang get wrecked like a dog, Aaron Nang clenched his fists and shouted, his excitement written all over his face.
"Rest easy, Senior Nang, friends and brothers—today I swear Ryan Ling will never let this scum walk out of Jinling alive!" Ryan snorted coldly, striding toward Murong Taicang, killing intent boiling in his eyes. Since things were already broken with the World Dominion Society, he might as well go all the way—Ryan was not someone who ever backed down.
Meanwhile, the once-arrogant Murong Taicang was now covered in filth, trembling, and couldn't help but shuffle backward.
"Murong Taicang, weren't you just acting all tough and bossy? Didn't you say you were gonna slaughter everyone here? What now, lost your guts? Stand up and fight me!" Ryan snorted again, swinging a fierce qi slash straight at his head.
Murong Taicang had long lost his composure—he shrieked, then bolted like a wild dog, scrambling for what he thought was safety.
But in his panic, he slipped and fell right into a stinking ditch—filthy water splashed all over his face.
"Crawling into a sewer—do you really think you're a dog now?" Ryan didn't hesitate, pressing in step by step. And it wasn't just him—everyone who hated Murong Taicang to the bone was closing in. Hundreds of eyes locked onto him; every single one wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Especially Aaron Nang—he looked like he wanted to skin Murong Taicang alive.
"What do you people think you're doing? I'm an elder of the World Dominion Society—are you really going to kill me?" Murong Taicang was no longer calm, but the arrogance in his eyes hadn't faded. Even sitting in a sewer, he still looked down on everyone.
"Still acting cocky?" Ryan didn't hesitate—he slammed the Kanglong Mace down, and Murong Taicang's right arm snapped, blood soaking his sleeve instantly.
"Ryan Ling, do it—kill him now!" Aaron Nang clenched his fists and shouted.
"Even if you hadn't said anything, I'd still have to take his life today! Die, you mongrel!" Ryan Ling didn't hesitate for a second—he unleashed the tenth Infernal Madblade form, Melting Hell. A saber blade a hundred meters long slashed straight for Murong Taicang's filthy head.
"Spare him! Kid, if you kill Murong Taicang, the World Dominion Society will make you their sworn enemy!" Suddenly, an ancient voice boomed out from above.
Everyone jumped in shock. Under the crushing pressure of that voice, their legs buckled and they dropped to the ground without meaning to.
It was obvious—the person who'd just appeared was insanely strong. But even scarier? This wasn't even his real body.
Ryan Ling gritted his teeth. He knew full well that someone like this was way out of his league. He instantly turned his divine sense toward Guihai One‑Blade.
"Ryan, you don't need to be afraid. No pressure—just do whatever your heart tells you!" In a flash, Guihai One‑Blade caught Ryan's vibe and called out.
"Got it!" Ryan nodded hard, no hesitation at all. Melting Hell, the tenth form, slashed down at Murong Taicang again—twice as savage as before.
"You? You?!" Murong Taicang clearly hadn't expected that even with such a powerhouse stepping in, Ryan would still dare to strike—and even more ruthlessly than before.
"Kid, you think just because my real body isn't here, I can't kill you? With your puny strength, you're nothing but a bug to me!" The old voice rang out again, and a wave of force slammed down on Ryan.
Ryan's gaze sharpened, refusing to back down an inch. But everyone around him was scared pale.
But just as that crushing power was about to hit, Guihai One‑Blade finally made his move.
In a split second, a surge of overwhelming force intercepted the blast—sparks lit up the sky, dazzling enough to light up all of Jinling.
At the same time, almost everyone saw it: up in the blue sky, a giant divine saber appeared.
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That divine saber seemed to be made of clouds and mist—formless, unreal, but radiating insane pressure. No one could get close; everyone felt that if they even shifted a foot, their heads would roll.
That was definitely Guihai One‑Blade's sheer dominance.
Ryan could tell: if you lined this guy up with the martial arts realms, he'd for sure be in the God‑Realm. That's the absolute peak in martial arts—only a handful in all of Huaxia have ever reached it.
People like that are total monsters who've lived over a hundred years—they almost never show up, but when they do, it's earth‑shaking.
"Gui—Guihai One‑Blade? Is that really you? Why are you helping this brat and going against the World Dominion Society?" The old voice trembled with rage, but facing Guihai One‑Blade, he didn't dare make a move.
In terms of sheer power, Guihai One‑Blade was obviously stronger—and not just by a little.
Of course, the key thing was that his real body hadn't shown up—he didn't dare go head-to-head with Guihai One‑Blade.
"Is that really your place to ask? Forget you—a little World Dominion Society elder—even your four Grand Law Kings and the Bright Left and Right Envoys wouldn't dare question me like this. While I'm not in full murder mode yet, you'd better get lost. Otherwise, even if you're hiding your real body, you'll die for sure!" Guihai One‑Blade clearly wasn't in the mood to chat. As he spoke, the cloud-mist divine saber in the sky slowly shifted toward the source of the voice.
"Fine. Good. I'll remember your words—and so will the World Dominion Society. I'll report every last detail of what happened today to our Sun Sect Master!" The old voice was gritting his teeth, absolutely furious.
"I'll give you two blinks to get lost. If you don't, you die!" As Guihai One‑Blade finished, the whole sky turned blood red.
Ryan's heart trembled. Compared to Guihai One‑Blade, his own skills were nothing—this was a true 'god.' It felt like his voice alone ruled the world; everything else just faded into the background.
People like that are just way too strong!
That old voice didn't dare stick around for a second—he bolted, fast as he could.
But just as he was retreating, he spat out one last line: "Guihai One‑Blade, even if you've reached the God‑Realm, you can't afford to offend the people who want Ryan Ling's parents. By helping Ryan today, you've basically yanked out their reverse scale. You're not long for this world..."
"Then go tell those people: Ryan Ling is under the protection of Guihai One‑Blade. If they want him, they can come straight to me!" Guihai One‑Blade's voice thundered across the sky.
"Fine. They'll come for you sooner or later—then you'll learn what regret really means!" With that, the voice vanished.
Ryan was suddenly uneasy. From the sound of it, the people trying to grab his parents were insanely strong—strong enough to mess with even Guihai One‑Blade. Who the hell were they?
A string of question marks spun above Ryan's head.
"Don't overthink it, Ryan. When the boat gets to the bridge, it'll straighten out. I'll keep you safe for now—just focus on what's in front of you." Guihai One‑Blade sent a secret message straight into Ryan's ear.
"Got it!" Ryan nodded, clearing his mind.
Right then, seeing his last hope just walk away, Murong Taicang—lying in the filthy gutter—totally broke down. With a thud, he knelt in front of Ryan, begging for mercy over and over.
"You old bastard, you seriously have the nerve to beg me for mercy?" Ryan's killer gaze locked onto Murong Taicang.
And it wasn't just Ryan—Nang Qingbai and the others glared too, all murder in their eyes. Clearly, everyone wanted him dead...