At this moment, the power erupting from the other side was absolutely at its peak—a true Saint Immortal’s force, way beyond any Half-Step Saint. The pressure felt like it could pierce the sky and sweep everything away. Yet even now, Ryan Ling hadn’t unleashed his full strength. Instead, he remained as calm and relaxed as ever. His attitude in battle made everyone around him sit up and take notice; honestly, nobody could believe it. No one could imagine just how strong Ryan really was.
"Kill!" The Northern Heavenly King was now going all out, unleashing his strongest power. In an instant, Ryan Ling was surrounded by blinding lightning and deafening thunder. Countless golden-armored war gods descended from the sky to attack Ryan, the full Saint Immortal might on display. Even the strongest experts around could barely hope to match this level of power.
Under the Northern Heavenly King’s command, all those powerful and mysterious golden-armored war gods charged straight at Ryan. On top of that, the terrifying lightning swept through everything, and from the clouds above, endless thunder gods crawled out, all launching themselves at Ryan Ling.
Ryan was completely surrounded; it seemed like all his aura had been cut off. Right now, it looked as if the Northern Heavenly King had him totally wrapped up—ready to slaughter at will. The whole scene was downright chilling.
But now Ryan finally made a move. Instead of staying passive like before, he slowly unleashed his palm technique—almost like he was practicing Taiji, soft overcoming hard, strength defeating weakness.
From the outside, Ryan didn’t seem nearly as fierce as his opponent. But shockingly, in just a blink, he used that Taiji-like palm technique to once again dissolve the Saint Immortal’s overwhelming force. No matter how much power the other side threw at him, to Ryan it was like child’s play. His confidence was absolutely unreal!
"This kid is just too strong—seriously, it’s hard to believe there’s such an insane Ancestor Immortal power in the world. His strength could shake the heavens and earth; nobody can stop him. It’s unreal!"
"No kidding. I was a little skeptical when he took down a Half-Step Saint, but now, seeing this power, I’m convinced—this kid might actually be stronger than the Northern Heavenly King. It’s wild!"
"Say no more—today’s King of a Hundred Cities Tournament, the real dark horse is definitely him. It’s terrifying! This kind of power is just off the charts. Who could’ve guessed a little Ancestor Immortal could get this strong?"
Right now, as Ryan’s power burst forth, all the top experts around were basically stunned. In their minds, Ryan was already way above the Four Heavenly Kings.
Hearing all these comments, the Northern Heavenly King was about to lose his mind—everyone was basically siding against him. He roared and unleashed an even stronger wave of power at Ryan. Dozens of golden-armored war gods went berserk, brandishing blades and hacking at Ryan, while more thunder gods kept crawling out of the clouds, blasting him with giant bolts of lightning.
Even though this power was crazy strong, Ryan could tell it was just for show—the core of it wasn’t nearly as fierce as it looked.
Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second. He instantly ramped up his own power, and in the blink of an eye, all the golden-armored war gods shattered, one after another, exploding into pieces. Those unstoppable thunder gods were instantly cut down too. The whole scene looked brutal, but it showed off Ryan’s strength in full.
Once Ryan broke every single attack, the so-called Northern Heavenly King went flying—he was utterly humiliated. His fancy clothes were shredded in an instant, all his defenses smashed, and even his Saint Immortal aura vanished. He stumbled back dozens of steps before crashing into a giant bluestone, which exploded on impact.
"Old North, you okay?" Seeing the Northern Heavenly King totally wiped out, the other three—East, South, and West Heavenly Kings—jumped out at once. Clearly, they’d been watching nervously as North fought Ryan, and now that he’d lost, they couldn’t just sit still. All three leaped in, ready to fight Ryan to the death!
The whole battle had reached this insane point. In everyone’s eyes, Ryan was just a mid-stage Ancestor Immortal—totally irrelevant, supposedly. But now he’d shaken a super-powerful Heavenly King. Honestly, the Northern Heavenly King’s Saint Immortal power looked like nothing but a clown act in front of Ryan, totally unable to resist. It was almost comical.
Now, with all three other Heavenly Kings jumping in, it turned into a showdown: Four Heavenly Kings versus Ryan. The crowd was totally stunned, and even the tournament guardians were exchanging looks—nobody could believe Ryan had single-handedly flipped the whole King of a Hundred Cities Tournament upside down.
"I’m fine! If we don’t crush this kid today, our Four Heavenly Kings are finished—our reputation will be totally wrecked. Kill him! We have to kill him, no matter the cost!" The Northern Heavenly King was absolutely furious. He knew better than anyone that if he didn’t turn things around now, not only would he lose face, but all Four Directional Heavenly Kings would too.
Originally, they’d hoped to use this King of a Hundred Cities Tournament to score a top ranking and make a name for themselves in the Immortal World. But thanks to Ryan, not only were they losing their shot at glory—they might get booted off the Immortal World stage for good. No way could they accept that.
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After the Northern Heavenly King finished speaking, the other three Heavenly Kings clenched their fists, united in their resolve. They had no way out—only a desperate battle remained!
Damn it, let’s go all out!
Kill! We have to wipe him out!
Let’s team up, brothers! I refuse to believe that with the power of all Four Heavenly Kings, we can’t take down a single guy!
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The remaining three Heavenly Kings all shouted, fired up and ready to risk everything against Ryan. Every eye in the arena was locked on them—the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament had reached its boiling point. The Four Heavenly Kings were squaring off against Ryan, and even he knew this was it. He’d never fought all four Saint Immortals at once; this was a once-in-a-lifetime showdown: one Ancestor versus four Saints—a sight almost unheard of in Dragon City or even the Immortal World!
Line up, brothers!" the Heavenly Kings shouted, forming up their battle formation and unleashing all their power. The atmosphere was electric—inside and out, nobody could believe what they were seeing!
Four streams of fierce Saint Immortal power erupted, blanketing the whole arena in their aura. It was savage—above each King’s head, you could see black, gleaming divine dragons. These weren’t ordinary dragons; each one radiated Saint-level power. So even though it was the Four Heavenly Kings versus Ryan, it was really eight Saints against one!
Everything changed in an instant—every eye was glued to the scene. Ryan had truly enraged the Four Heavenly Kings, and now they were using a brutal formation to take him down. This was an unprecedented moment!
Even Ryan could feel the pressure—these guys weren’t ordinary, they were insanely powerful. Their combined strength was off the charts; no normal person could stand against them.
Ryan took a deep breath—he knew he had to unleash all his power. But there was no need to panic; he still had his ace, the legendary Whitebone Sword. With that divine weapon, even the combined might of the Four Heavenly Kings wouldn’t be enough to beat him.
Ryan could sense that the Kings had powerful forces backing them—specifically, the Heaven-Earth Sect. Those guys were keeping cool no matter what happened, but Ryan knew that if they made a move, it would be a full-on attack. He had to act fast and take out the Four Kings before Heaven-Earth could strike.
He had two reasons: first, to ease the pressure and free himself up to deal with other threats; second, to absorb the Four Kings’ Saint Immortal power. These guys were no joke, and if Ryan could devour all their Saint energy, his own strength would skyrocket—maybe even enough to reach peak Ancestor. With that kind of boost, he wouldn’t have to worry about a sneak attack from Heaven-Earth.
But taking out all four in a short time wouldn’t be easy—it was a tough challenge. Just as Ryan was struggling to figure it out, a voice rang out at his side. It was none other than the Saint Immortal from the War Tomb, who seemed to have gotten even stronger after a few days of recovery.
“Ryan, don’t stress—I’m here to help. With the two of us working together, taking out those four is no problem!” Ryan grinned, totally unfazed. As soon as he heard that, his Saint Immortal power started boiling inside him. He’d been a little nervous about fighting four Saints at once, since their combined power was insane, but with a top-tier ally backing him, his odds had doubled.
“Awesome, glad you’re here! We’re totally gonna crush them!” Ryan was brimming with confidence now—no trace of panic, just pure self-assurance.
Just as the two sides were about to clash, up in the highest seats, several pairs of eyes were locked on the scene—they belonged to Heaven-Earth Sect’s top experts!
“All Four Heavenly Kings moving at once—that’s something we haven’t seen in decades. This kid’s the real dark horse of the King of a Hundred Cities Tournament. Did you get his background yet?” one top expert asked. He was clearly a Heaven-Earth Elder. As soon as he finished, another, dark-faced middle-aged man replied.
“Yeah, we did. He’s that punk from War City—some of our brothers died at his hands. Now he’s representing War City in the tournament? He’s way too cocky, clearly picking a fight with Heaven-Earth!”
The other middle-aged man chimed in: “That’s right, he’s way too arrogant. Not only is he representing War City, he’s also here for Elysium Sect—he’s totally ignoring us, maybe even challenging Heaven-Earth on purpose. We can’t let him get away with it!”
Don’t worry, I doubt he’s truly invincible. The Four Heavenly Kings will give him hell—and if we get a chance, we’ll jump in and finish him off!" The others nodded; his word was law. Everyone got ready: if Ryan slipped up, they’d swarm and kill him, no mercy.
While they were plotting, the Saint Immortal from the War Tomb whispered in Ryan’s ear: “Ryan, those Heaven-Earth guys are scheming against you. They’re bad news!”
“I heard them loud and clear—they’re so obvious! Those bastards are asking for it. Later, I’m gonna skin them alive and wipe them out!” Ryan’s senses were sharper than any Saint’s. Even with all Heaven-Earth’s defenses, he caught every word.
Right then, Ryan started ramping up his power, refining all the essence he’d just absorbed. His body was burning with energy—the scene was intense, almost unbelievable.
But that essence wasn’t enough for a breakthrough. Even Half-Step Saint power was just a snack for Ryan. What he really needed was the Saint Immortal resources from the Four Heavenly Kings—if he could absorb those, he’d rocket straight to peak Ancestor!
With that, he’d have all the strength he needed to take them on!
“Kill! Strike fast, strike hard!” Ryan shouted.