At this moment, Philip Qin was completely stunned. The power Ryan Ling unleashed was insanely strong—utterly overwhelming him. In an instant, Ryan shattered his Saint Realm attack, and not only that, this time the force was enough to swallow him whole. Philip trembled all over; even before the fist landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward, unable to withstand the pressure.
It looked like a fair fight between the two, but to everyone watching, they weren’t even on the same level.
“N-no, please!” Philip Qin couldn’t hold on anymore. He instinctively began to beg for mercy, clearly terrified by Ryan’s power. Even the Saint light wrapped around him started to shatter—this was the mark of the Saint Realm, and only with it could one be called a Saint. Now, after fighting Ryan, his Saint light was weakening and fading. What did this mean? It meant he was about to get beaten back to his original form!
“You still want to beg for mercy? Do you think you deserve it?” Ryan sneered coldly, instantly throwing a death punch—his fist crackling with lightning and fire.
Right then, Philip Qin’s face turned ghostly pale. He knew—if that punch landed, he was dead for sure. The instant Ryan’s fist flashed before his eyes, his Saint light vanished, and his skin began to tear apart in strips.
No one around dared to say a word.
Ryan Ling had already killed enough people!
So much blood had been spilled—everyone was finally starting to wake up!
Time to know their own limits!
“I don’t want to die...” Philip Qin screamed in utter despair, his voice shaking heaven and earth. Even a Saint Realm master had fallen this low—let alone anyone else.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
...
Ryan’s crew shouted with excitement. After being crushed by the Qin clan for so long, today they were finally getting their revenge!
"Boss, if you don’t step in now, that old guy’s really going to die!" Up on the opposite rooftop, the group of mysterious men looked nervous.
"Do it—help him survive this! We absolutely can’t let him die here!" The leader of the three shouted immediately.
In an instant, three powerful forces surged to aid Philip Qin.
Philip Qin had been totally hopeless, but he never expected someone would save him now. His whole mind was shaken to the core.
"Don’t panic. We’ll protect you. Just keep your mouth shut and you’ll live!" one of them said calmly.
"So it's Master Hong—thank you, thank you!" Philip Qin clearly recognized him and immediately bowed and scraped.
"Cut the crap. We're helping you, but you have to kill him for us. And that kid's parents—we're taking them with us. Got it?" Harold Hong said coldly.
"Take them away? The World Dominion Society wants both of them too? But..." Philip Qin looked a little troubled.
"No buts. Do you want to live or die?" Harold Hong barked.
"I wouldn't dare! Everything will be handled as Master Hong sees fit!" Philip Qin shuddered—at a life-and-death moment like this, he wouldn't dare say no.
"Good. Now hold out against that kid's iron fist! Hit back!" As soon as Harold Hong finished speaking, three streams of power rebuilt Philip Qin's Saint body, and his strength visibly surged. If before he was just a freshly ascended Saint, now he was approaching minor Saint territory.
"What's going on? How did that guy suddenly get so strong?" General Kenneth Li, sharp-eyed as ever, couldn't help but shout.
Ryan froze for a moment—his Golden Core punch had actually been blocked!
And the power Philip Qin was unleashing was almost unbelievable.
"Ryan, someone's helping Philip Qin from the shadows. Judging by their strength, they're no pushovers!" Ghost Elder warned from within.
"I see them—three minor Saints, lurking in the shadows. Do they really think I'm an easy mark?" Ryan snorted, his hand unconsciously reaching for the Kanglong Mace.
With the Kanglong Mace in hand, his explosive power would multiply tenfold. Combined with Thunder Slash, he'd sweep everything before him.
"Look! Everyone, look! Philip Qin's power just skyrocketed again—my god, it's at least ten times stronger than before! What's happening?!"
"Philip Qin really is Jinling's backbone. Like he'd just go down that easily! At the critical moment, he exploded with power—this punk is dead for sure!"
"That's right, Philip Qin turned the tables! He's incredible—the true representative of Jinling's nobility. Jinling will never fall! We're standing with Philip Qin!"
Watching Philip Qin's body suddenly transform, the surviving Jinling nobles were fired up all over again. No one saw this coming.
"You little bastard, did you really think I was finished? Now I want you dead!" With three minor Saints backing him, all the terror Philip Qin had felt toward Ryan vanished.
In an instant, Philip Qin gathered all his strength and charged at Ryan for the fourth time. This attack shook heaven and earth—his methods were absolutely defying the natural order.
The entire Yan Family estate was turned upside down in that moment.
This was the kind of move that could wipe out a whole city!
"Ryan, what are you waiting for? Use the Kanglong Mace!" Ghost Elder shouted from within.
"On it! Kanglong Mace, fight by my side!" Ryan took a deep breath, and the Kanglong Mace appeared in his hand like a divine dragon. As he moved the mace, the earth shook and mountains trembled.
"That weapon? It's... special!" Harold Hong couldn't help but freeze.
But before he finished speaking, the Kanglong Mace crashed down with a deafening roar. The sun and moon seemed to lose their light, and in an instant, every weapon in the crowd snapped in two.
"A Dao Artifact? Is that really a legendary Dao Artifact?" Harold Hong nearly spat blood, clearly recognizing the terrifying aura unleashed by the Kanglong Mace.
"Quick, retract all your qi!" Harold Hong shouted, clearly having underestimated Ryan.
"Too late for that!" Ryan smiled faintly, and the Kanglong Mace smashed down. All the glory around Philip Qin vanished; he suffered an unprecedented blow, his skull split open and brain matter spurting out instantly.
"Save... save me..." Even at the very last moment, Philip Qin was still begging for his life.
But Ryan wasn't about to give him the chance—the mace unleashed wave after wave of murderous qi. Philip Qin's entire body cracked and shattered, and even the three minor Saints who'd helped him were blasted back, their faces instantly turning pale.
"We have to save Philip Qin! That's an order from the Grand Elder!" Harold Hong shouted when he saw what was happening.
In an instant, the three hiding in the shadows leaped out—they couldn't stay hidden any longer.
"Knew you couldn't hide forever!" Ryan sneered—he'd already sensed the three lurking in the dark.
"Kid, you'd better not kill him. We're from the World Dominion Society in Yan Capital—I'm Harold Hong, one of the Three Saints of Yan Capital. If you kill him today, you're making yourself an enemy of the Society. Think carefully!" Harold Hong declared, the other two Saints standing beside him, all three brandishing their strongest weapons and staring Ryan down without fear.
Right now, he clearly thought just saying 'World Dominion Society' was enough to make Ryan back off.
"Ryan, you really do need to think this through—the World Dominion Society is Yan Capital's number one sect, insanely powerful and full of tangled factions. You know that Azure Dragon Society in Jiangdong? They're just a knockoff—the real Society is on a whole other level. Not just Jinling, not even all of Jiangnan, can compare. Rumor is, the Society has Saint Kings and even Divine Realm experts—way out of our league!" General Kenneth Li rushed over, clearly nervous.
"Divine Realm?" Ryan was stunned. That was basically the peak of martial arts—far beyond Golden Core. That level really was terrifying; Ryan couldn't afford to provoke them just yet.
"So, Ryan—scared now? Let Philip Qin go!" Harold Hong glared, eyes wide and murderous.
"That's right, you've pissed off the World Dominion Society—there's no way you'll come out of this well. Of course, if you want to settle things, just hand me that mace and I'll let you live!" one of the minor Saints said with a sly grin.
"Yeah, hand over the mace, or I'll show you what the Society can really do!" Harold Hong smiled smugly.
"See, Ryan? These three bastards are even worse than Philip Qin! They want your Kanglong Mace and your life—the World Dominion Society! Just like the Azure Dragon Society, all they know is bullying the weak!" Ghost Elder cursed furiously from within.
"I'm going to kill them!" Ryan suddenly shouted.
"What did you say?" Ghost Elder was taken aback.
"They're not just after me—I've sensed my parents' aura from them. They want to drag my parents off to Yan Capital!" With Ryan's sharp eyes, nothing escaped him.
"Your parents are in real danger. Better make plans now!" Ghost Elder bit out. The World Dominion Society was trouble, but this was a fight they couldn't avoid!
"Well? Hand over the mace right now, or you'll regret it!" Harold Hong didn't bother hiding anything anymore; suddenly, the phantom images of Ryan's parents flickered behind him. The two elders, tortured by Philip Qin, still had iron chains locked around their necks, being dragged like dogs by two streams of power.
And right then, even as Philip Qin was barely clinging to life, he forced himself to endure the agony and started shouting, "Ryan, let me go—do you really want to go up against the World Dominion Society?"