"Today I, Ryan Ling, swear a blood oath: unless I wipe out the Qin Family of Jinling, the Fang Family of Jinling, and the Shen Family of Jinling, I swear I am no man!" As soon as Ryan finished speaking, his fury exploded, hellfire raging all around him, instantly enveloping everything and everyone nearby—his aura even surpassing Justin Qin's.
"This kid's real strength?" At that moment, Justin Qin was stunned. He'd thought his own aura had already suppressed Ryan, but now it was clear Ryan had been holding back all along.
The other four Earth‑Tier Void Realm elders around him were even more dumbfounded. Others might not sense it, but they could see clearly—Ryan's power was skyrocketing, multiplying tenfold, a hundredfold, and it was still rising.
At this moment, Quentin Qin's face turned green. In his eyes, Ryan was turning into a complete monster!
Ryan gave a faint smile. He'd only been playing weak to draw out the truth—his real strength was far beyond their imagination. At Foundation‑Building peak, once immortal power is triggered by rage, the only word for it is 'terrifying.'
"You old dog, today I'm going to butcher you, grind you into pulp, and cast your soul into the Eighteenth Level of Hell—endless torment for eons, until you’re utterly obliterated!" Ryan was almost out of control, shouting like a madman, then suddenly whipped his gaze toward Quentin Qin.
"You bastard, die first—let your turtle-spawn father taste the pain of losing his son!" Ryan finished speaking and, with a sudden squeeze, snapped Quentin Qin's neck. Then he pummeled the body with a hundred blows, smashing it to pulp inside and out.
Next, he hurled the corpse straight into the Hell Furnace at top speed. The flames devoured everything—no bones left. Quentin Qin’s soul shrieked in agony before a thousand ghost hands dragged it down into hell.
"Quentin!" Justin Qin completely lost it, his eyes bloodshot as his own fury erupted. His next move was like Quentin’s—only a hundred times fiercer. Hellfire blazed from his fists, forming a massive golden lion, a flaming Gold-Fur Hell Lion, which roared and lunged at Ryan.
"Hellfire Roar—Lion’s Wrath! Bastard, you killed my son, I’ll skin you alive!" Justin Qin shouted, unleashing ninety-nine consecutive punches, each one blasting with peak Void Realm power. The distant stands instantly collapsed, the entire arena—built over six months—was destroyed in a heartbeat. Luckily, the crowd had already evacuated; facing a clash of literal gods, who’d dare stay behind? Thanks to the organizers’ emergency escape routes, everyone got out safely.
Most people had already fled, but there were still a few lunatics who stayed behind—some reckless reporters, some hardcore martial arts fanatics. None of them could get close, only watch from a distance, but every detail of the scene had them buzzing with excitement.
This was clearly the biggest battle Jinling had seen in a hundred years.
This level of warfare was already beyond anything you'd see in a national conflict.
"Insane—no wonder he's a peak Earth-Tier master. Justin Qin never makes a move unless he means business. When he does, it's a kill shot every time."
"No kidding! The hellfire he unleashed is at least a hundred times stronger than Quentin Qin's—maybe even a thousand!"
"Let's see how Ryan Ling holds up. He already killed Quentin Qin and cemented his place in the Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament. If he can beat Justin Qin now, it'll be the biggest story in Jiangnan—hell, maybe all of China! I can't wait to see what happens!"
"Seriously, my heart's about to jump out of my throat. Ryan Ling is just unbeatable. Even if he can't take down Justin Qin, just hearing him swear that oath had me bowing down!"
"That's what a real man should be like. That's what it means to have backbone..."
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All around, people were shouting in excitement, clenching their fists as they watched. A fight like this—most folks would never see anything like it in their entire lives.
In an instant, as the Gold-Fur Hell Lion went berserk, Ryan’s aura seemed to be cut in half—but just then, the massive Hell Furnace began to shake and soared overhead, looming above everyone.
"What the hell is that?" Justin Qin was utterly shocked.
"Hell Furnace, Asura Wildflame Art—kill, kill, kill!" Ryan shouted, and suddenly a gigantic, black-flamed hand shot out from the furnace, followed by a terrifying, twisted human head.
"What—what kind of monster is that?" Justin Qin froze, cold sweat pouring down his face. All his years ruling Jinling, he’d never seen anything like this.
As the monster appeared, even the Gold-Fur Hell Lion trembled and backed away, suddenly as meek as a kitten.
"An Asura? Is that the legendary Hell Asura? The ancient texts say Hell Asuras devour evil ghosts and serve as Lord Yama’s personal retainers—no one can control them. How is it listening to this Jiangdong brat?" muttered Fang Yuanshan, the Fang Family patriarch, clearly recognizing the monster.
"Lord Yama’s retainer? Could this kid actually be Yama reborn?" Shen Hao, patriarch of the Shen Family, was stunned.
In moments, the Hell Asura crawled out of the Hell Furnace, flames blazing from its body, towering over ten meters tall. With a single punch, it blew the Gold-Fur Hell Lion to pieces—and even Justin Qin spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ryan Ling is incredible—the Ghost-King Robe bearer, successor to Lord Yama, isn’t someone you can take down so easily!" At that moment, Shen Yuan was among the spectators, her heart pounding as she watched Ryan’s unstoppable might.
Inside Ryan’s body, the Ghost Elder and Granny Soul watched with pride. They’d worried about him before, but now, seeing him wielding his dao arts so skillfully, their hearts were finally at ease.
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"I can already see Lord Yama in him! His growth is beyond anything we could imagine!"
"Exactly. If Lord Yama could see him now, he'd be proud. This kid is truly a once-in-a-century cultivation genius!"
"Justin Qin, go join your son in hell!" Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate for a second. With a wave of his hand, the Hell Asura charged straight at Justin Qin.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Hell Asura unleashed a flurry of savage blows—its fists were pure, unrestrained violence.
"Boss Qin, we’re here to help!" The four other Earth-Tier Void Realm elders didn’t hesitate—they rushed to Justin Qin’s side. For the first time, five top experts joined forces. Everyone watching was stunned.
Any one of these five was like a god. Jinling had never seen them fight together before—this only happened against total maniacs, or maybe against someone at the Heaven-Tier Void Realm!
Could Ryan Ling’s strength already be at the Heaven-Tier Void Realm?
At that moment, question marks popped up over every spectator’s head!
"However many of you come today, I’ll kill that many! I swore I’d wipe out your three families—now die!" Ryan Ling gritted his teeth, his Foundation-Building aura surging to its peak as the Hell Asura’s fists flew. The sheer force almost crushed the air itself.
"Damn it, you think we’re that easy to bully? Bring out your treasures—kill this demon!" Justin Qin wiped blood from his mouth and drew a crystal-clear Emperor Sword. The other four did the same, each producing a top-tier weapon.
"Five as one—slay him!" Justin Qin led the charge, swinging his Emperor Sword. The others followed, unleashing blades, spears, swords, and halberds. The giant Hell Asura began to crack under the assault.
"Good, good—this monster’s finished, and that little brat’s finished too! Kill, kill, kill!" Justin Qin was ecstatic, thinking their victory was finally within reach.
"Ryan Ling, it’s time to use your thunder arts!" Even the Ghost Elder inside him was getting impatient.