Right now, the Blood Clan's troops had the whole town surrounded—this place was a total nobody, but now it was locked down so tight not even a mosquito could sneak in!
"What the hell is happening? The Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Blood Kings are all here in person, plus three of their mercenary corps—over ten thousand troops! Who could be badass enough to draw out this kind of force?"
"Did you see that insane whirlwind over the town? A top-tier powerhouse just showed up! Word is, it's a Chinese cultivator—Ryan Ling. Dude's an absolute beast!"
"Ryan Ling? Yeah, I've heard of him. He flipped all of East Asia upside down—guy's an unstoppable powerhouse. The Kunlun League even listed him as the world's number one terrorist!"
With over ten thousand troops closing in, European cultivators started flocking over too. Not since World War II had Western Europe mobilized so many fighters this fast—this was totally unprecedented.
"Whoever takes down Ryan Ling today gets a hundred billion euros from the Blood Clan—and gets bumped up to the Eleventh Blood King!" declared the Eighth Blood King.
That kind of reward was just insane—everyone around instantly started shouting and getting hyped.
"Blood Clan rules! No one's ever dared to invade our Western Holy Court before. Eighth Blood King, we've already set up the blood formation—he's getting refined for sure. Even if he's some Nascent Soul powerhouse, he's dead meat!" yelled the mercenary captains, hyped up.
"Damn right! Breaking into our Western Holy Court—he's got guts, but if he doesn't die, who will?" The Ninth and Tenth Blood Kings hollered, their auras surging. No doubt, both were Nascent Soul Stage monsters.
For a moment, the whole town felt like it couldn't breathe.