"Lady Melody, you actually showed up together with this guy? Aren't you always bragging about being the number one goddess of the Immortal Domain World, saying you'd never get involved with any man?" Lady Melody's sudden appearance sent Sect Master Drake Long into a frenzy. Eyes bulging, he screamed again, completely losing it: "Son! Kill those two filthy lovebirds! Wipe them out!"
Clearly, Sect Master Drake Long has been lusting after Lady Melody for ages. Seeing her risk everything for Ryan Ling, he was obviously boiling with jealousy.
"Relax, Dad. Nobody can save them today, no matter who tries. I’ve got an unbeatable god on my side—there’s no way he’s escaping!" Drake Flyon flashed a sly smile. Ever since he dragged Harlan Yanro into Nine-Dragon Gate, he’d been working overtime to use Harlan’s aura to connect with a supreme power in the Immortal World. Drake Flyon was nothing if not patient, overcoming tons of obstacles until he finally succeeded. The big boss he contacted was, of course, a Huangfu Family ancestor—now a major player in the Immortal World, with a power level way beyond anything Ryan Ling could possibly handle!
Besides, Ryan Ling pretty much wiped out the entire Huangfu Family. There’s no way their top experts would ever let him off the hook. Now that Drake Flyon’s got them on speed dial, revenge is a given—and it’s going to be insane.
Just then, the situation flipped again—a fresh crisis, déjà vu style. The top dogs here could literally tear the whole world apart. Even the Immortal-World Overlord Ryan Ling had contacted before seemed scared of this Huangfu Family powerhouse; at the most critical moment, he went totally radio silent!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Drake Flyon, powered up by this Golden Immortal-level backer, went on an absolute rampage. Even Lady Melody, standing behind Ryan Ling, got caught in the crossfire. Sure, she’s a Profound Immortal, but fighting a Golden Immortal is basically suicide!
"Die!" Drake Flyon roared, unleashing a tidal wave of power that crashed straight into Lady Melody’s back. The next second, a piercing scream echoed out—Lady Melody coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face going deathly pale. Ryan Ling’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He never imagined Lady Melody, with all her power, couldn’t even block a single hit.
"Haha! Golden Immortal power really is next-level! This is nuts! Today I’m not just going to kill you, you little bastard—I'm also going to grab Lady Melody for myself! The number one beauty of the Immortal Domain World? Time for me to have a taste!" Drake Flyon was now totally out of control.
And now, if even Lady Melody couldn’t hold her own, there was no way Ryan Ling could stand a chance—no matter how much power he had, it was hopeless. He could feel the god backing Drake Flyon looming like a mountain, and it was obvious this guy’s strength was way beyond just Golden Immortal level!
But something felt off—Drake Flyon had someone waiting behind him, moving like a zombie under his control. Ryan Ling took a closer look; it was none other than Harlan Yanro!
Clearly, Drake Flyon was using Harlan Yanro as his channel to the heavens, letting a supreme powerhouse pour its strength into him.
Honestly, Drake Flyon’s own power was nothing special. If Ryan could cut off his link to the heavens, maybe he could flip the whole situation.
Right now, Drake Flyon wasn’t even looking at Ryan Ling—he clearly didn’t see him as a threat anymore. His gaze was locked on Lady Melody, eyes so hungry they looked ready to devour her.
Lady Melody was fighting for him, and maybe Ryan had a slim shot at escaping—but Lady Melody would definitely fall into Drake Flyon's hands, and she’d be at his mercy. Ryan couldn’t accept that!
Right then, Ryan Ling gritted his teeth and decided to risk it all—he’d fight to the very end, no backing down!
His eyes locked onto Harlan Yanro behind Drake Flyon—he was going all in, launching a surprise attack straight at Harlan!
“Kill!” With no hesitation, Ryan Ling charged straight at Harlan Yanro. Drake Flyon—and even his father—were totally focused on Lady Melody. Honestly, Lady Melody wasn’t just the Immortal Domain World’s top beauty; she was the most noble, sacred woman around. Every lecher wanted a shot with her, and if those two managed to catch her, they’d brag about it for life!
So in that moment, nobody noticed Ryan Ling—already beaten down—suddenly charging back into the fight. His speed was insane, his will unbreakable, and his eyes razor-sharp, locking onto Harlan Yanro. He pushed his explosive power to the absolute max.
“No!” Drake Flyon finally snapped to attention, shouting out. That one shout told Ryan Ling his gamble was right—Drake Flyon alone could never connect to that terrifying Immortal World power. Burning up his Golden Immortal strength was all thanks to Harlan Yanro, his bloodline. That powerhouse only cared because of Harlan. If Ryan destroyed Harlan Yanro, Drake Flyon would lose his connection—and Ryan might actually win!
Ryan Ling’s sudden strike paid off—Drake Flyon might be wrapped in Golden Immortal qi, but Harlan Yanro had nothing. He was just Drake Flyon’s puppet, a disposable tool, with no power or even basic defenses. Ryan’s attack ripped him open instantly, and that tear immediately disrupted the Golden Immortal’s support!
“You little brat! Trying to break my spell? Not so easy!” Drake Flyon never expected Ryan Ling would dare pull this move—he was furious. All his power snapped back to defense, blasting straight at Ryan!
This power was world-shattering—even Lady Melody couldn’t take a single hit, let alone Ryan Ling. All his strength was spent attacking Harlan Yanro; he had nothing left to defend himself. He screamed in agony as pain exploded through him!
He knew he was finished—every defense exploded, his Immortal Crystals shattered, his skin split open, and even the ancient Heavenwood inside him started to crack. It felt like one massive blow had wiped out everything, turning him back to square one. In that moment, it was all gone—including himself.
“Ryan! Ryan!” Lady Melody screamed his name, but to Ryan Ling, her voice sounded farther and farther away, fading into nothing. He knew then—he really was about to die, about to leave this world.
Thinking back, Ryan Ling found his life pretty wild—someone wanted him to be the Hell King’s son, and now he’d actually made it. He was even stronger than the Hell King. But now, with his body about to be destroyed, maybe he really was headed back to the underworld.
Maybe this was just fate.
Ryan Ling sighed—there was nothing he could do about it.
But right at that critical moment, the vanished Immortal World powerhouse slowly appeared in Ryan Ling’s sight. Seeing him, Ryan Ling suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.
He was about to speak, but as the Immortal World powerhouse appeared, Ryan Ling noticed another figure standing there—this one wasn’t flesh and blood, but a shimmering light-shadow. What stunned him most was that it looked exactly like him. Suddenly, a wild thought flashed through his mind: the original owner of that strand of hair was this light-shadow, and this light-shadow was actually him. Ryan Ling could hardly believe his eyes!
“Ryan Ling, I think it’s time for you to return!” said the Immortal World powerhouse, speaking through the ancient Heavenwood.
“Return?” Ryan Ling was stunned, his heart pounding with excitement.
“That’s right—if you fully return, the world itself will change. You’ll be able to handle this crisis. Do you want to return?”