At this moment, everyone was staring at Ryan Ling's position, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
Even Guihai One-Blade couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air, clenching his fists tightly!
"Haha, Ryan Ling, you really are strong, your skills are basically unbeatable. Honestly, the three of us admire you. But you’re just too arrogant—now you’re finally getting what’s coming to you!" At this moment, the Living Yama and his two partners burst out laughing. Clearly, everyone understood that after such a fierce strike, no matter how tough Ryan’s body was, he couldn’t possibly withstand it!
But just as the three were laughing wildly, a streak of light suddenly blasted out from underground, stopping instantly a hundred meters above the ground.
Right now, to the ordinary onlooker, Ryan Ling looked like he was standing on the clouds. But what really made jaws drop was that his upper body was bare, his skin shimmering with a transparent gemstone hue—as if his whole body had turned into a giant diamond, radiating brilliant light, shining over Yan Capital like a second sun!
"Impossible! Not a single scratch?" The Living Yama and his crew almost spat blood—they couldn’t even imagine what level Ryan Ling’s strength had reached.
"That strike was barely passable!" Ryan Ling licked his lips—clearly, under their final blow, his physical body had been tempered yet again, nearly purging all remaining impurities.
For Nascent Soul cultivation, the key is the word “purification.”
Only with purification can you withstand the final thunder-tribulation. Under the furious Dao-qi bombardment from those three experts, Ryan Ling used their force to temper himself and finally achieved the desired effect.
"Let’s get out of here!" Seeing such a shocking scene, the Living Yama and his crew couldn’t stick around any longer—they immediately bolted, scattering in all directions.
"Trying to run? You really think I’m letting you leave today?" Ryan Ling sneered, sending out a blade strike—instantly slicing off both of the Living Yama’s arms. The blade swept toward the Earthly Demon, whose face went ghost-white as he tried to bolt with his signature ‘divine wind legs.’ But even with his escape speed, he couldn’t block Ryan’s insane attack—his legs were chopped clean off.
The Earthly Demon let out a miserable scream. Now both of them were crippled, struggling in the bloody mud.
As for the Soul-Reaper Ghost, he was so terrified he didn’t dare move. He immediately dropped to his knees, kowtowing desperately to Ryan Ling, clearly begging for his life!
"Die!" Ryan Ling wasn’t about to show mercy—these three were core members of the Kunlun League and the Century Witch’s trusted backup. They’d committed countless atrocities in the bitter-cold lands. Even if Ryan spared them, Heaven wouldn’t!
But just as Ryan’s blade was about to strike down the Soul-Reaper Ghost, a voice suddenly rang out: "Kid, stop! He’s already begged for mercy—why insist on killing him? Have you forgotten the Confucian doctrine of forgiveness?"
Ryan Ling paused—it was actually Elias Jin, the Thousand-Year Lord, who had fled earlier. And standing beside him were Victor Hua and Zane Ouyang.
Seeing the three of them show up so brazenly, Ryan Ling couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"You three think you’re qualified to lecture me about mercy?" Ryan Ling swept them with a glare. Guihai One-Blade also rushed over, eyes locked on Zane Ouyang—the grudge between him and the World Dominion Society was beyond huge.
In an instant, Elias Jin, Victor Hua, and Zane Ouyang all unconsciously took a few steps back.
Just then, a strange whirlwind whipped up in front of them, and a glowing figure appeared before Ryan Ling.
"So tell me, punk—do you think I’m qualified or not?" The glowing figure spoke, radiating a powerful saintly aura. This wasn’t just some Saint Realm power, but genuine Heaven-Dao saintly qi.
"And you are?" Ryan Ling was taken aback—this newcomer was clearly no ordinary person.
Guihai One-Blade’s face darkened. He quickly leaned close to Ryan and whispered, "That’s Conrad Kong, the Confucian Saint Heir from Qiu County in Lu Province—once hyped as China’s own god. He’s proud as hell, loves grading all the world’s heroes, always running his mouth. Thanks to his ancestral saint’s blessing, everyone gives him face—and his power is seriously no joke!"
Ryan Ling nodded—the guy really was something else. His strength was even greater than the Living Yama trio combined, having ridden his ancestor’s saintly merit all the way to Nascent Soul.
"Guihai One-Blade, I told you last time not to stray from the righteous path—but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’ve gone even further, following this reckless punk and causing chaos in Huaxia’s capital. You’re just asking for it!" Conrad Kong swept his gaze over, and Guihai One-Blade’s composure instantly broke. Even with ninth-tier God Realm strength, he couldn’t stop the cold sweat pouring down.
Ryan Ling immediately supported him—words from a Saint could not be underestimated!
At this moment, all the surrounding experts were glued to the scene. Clearly, everyone’s nerves were taut—no one expected, now that Kunlun League’s protection was gone, Victor Hua and his crew would actually bring in Conrad Kong, the ‘Saint.’
"Conrad Kong is basically Huaxia’s Saint Ancestor—his reputation is legendary up in Jiangnorth. Doesn’t matter who you are or what faction you belong to, you have to give him face. Now that he’s stepped in, even Ryan Ling can’t just do whatever he wants!"
"When it comes to human morals and law, everyone has to back down—even if Victor Hua is colluding with foreign enemies, you still can’t touch him. When the Saint speaks, even the emperor obeys!"
"That’s right—did you see it? The moment Conrad Kong appeared, all the Heaven-and-Earth qi started swirling above his head. A hundred generations of glory, and it’s not just hype. To exaggerate a bit, just him alone could control the fate of millions of square kilometers of Huaxia!"
At this moment, with Conrad Kong’s single word making even a ninth-tier God Realm master like Guihai One-Blade break out in cold sweat, everyone around could only marvel—no one dared say another word.
"Step back—let me handle this!" Ryan Ling quickly stepped forward, eyes locked onto Conrad Kong.
Conrad Kong snorted coldly, his voice dripping with disdain: "What are you staring at? You see the Saint and still don’t kneel? And you dare wave blades and weapons around? Huaxia’s virtues—benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trust—you haven’t learned a single one!"
"Kneel! If you still consider yourself a son of Huaxia, then kneel before me and release those three behind you—they’re honored guests of Huaxia, here for our nation’s revival!" Conrad Kong gritted his teeth and pressed on.
"Really? The Kunlun League is a notorious terrorist organization—and you call them Huaxia’s honored guests? Are you blind?" Ryan Ling shot back, making everyone around gasp in shock.
No one in Huaxia dared talk to Conrad Kong like that—this was a direct challenge to the Saint’s authority!
Even Guihai One-Blade flinched for a moment!
"What did you say?" Conrad Kong’s eyes went wide, jaw clenched tight!