"Founder? You can call down anyone you want today, but it won't matter—die!" In a flash, Ryan Ling shouted at full volume, his body exploding with power to the absolute limit. He slammed straight into a point of the now-blackened formation, and instantly, cracks spidered across the entire array.
"Too strong!" The surrounding disciples from other sects were practically dumbstruck, their eyes wide and unblinking.
Even Mason Ma himself was left stunned. Just then, with a thunderous boom, the entire formation blew apart. Ryan Ling shot out like a dragon, instantly grabbing Mason Ma by the throat with his right hand.
"You bastard, it's time for you to go to hell!" Ryan Ling looked at his brothers, battered beyond recognition—all of it thanks to this scum. In that instant, he roared in fury, completely losing control.
But Mason Ma seemed ready to die. He clenched his jaw, refusing to beg for mercy—instead, he rasped out a curse, shouting hoarsely: "Founder! This demon has slaughtered all your disciples—why haven't you come out yet? If you’ll take care of this demon, I, Mason Ma, offer up my soul as sacrifice!"
Ryan Ling was momentarily stunned!
Everyone around was shocked too!
Anyone who knew the score was sweating bullets at Mason Ma’s madness. For cultivators, sacrificing the body doesn’t mean total death—there’s a chance to rebuild their soul or even possess a new corpse. But sacrificing your soul? That’s total annihilation. No coming back. He was dead serious.
Clearly, Mark Ma’s death hit him way too hard. This guy might’ve been ruthless to his fellow disciples, but he doted on his own son.
"No matter what you do today, it’s useless. You crippled my disciple’s Dao root and beat up my brothers—today I’m not just going to skin you alive, I’m going to wipe out your whole Orthodox Unity Sect!" Faced with such a vicious soul-sacrifice, Ryan Ling wasn’t scared at all—he just spat out another wild threat.
The Taiyi Sect and Golden Sword Gate disciples around Ryan weren’t just shocked anymore—they were straight-up awestruck. Ryan was technically their junior, but in this moment, nobody dared show even a hint of disrespect to this kind of ‘junior.’
Just then, all of Dragonridge shuddered violently, like the world itself was splitting apart. Giant boulders crashed down, black ichor oozed from the ground, and the sky above was buried under thunderous storm clouds.
Seeing this, Mason Ma—who’d nearly given up hope—suddenly burst out laughing: “The founder has manifested! He’s here! Slay this demon, finish him off for good! Even if I’m smashed to bits and my soul wiped out, it’s worth it! Hahaha!”
Ryan froze for a second. He hadn’t expected Mason Ma’s few crazy words to actually summon the Orthodox Unity founder, and judging by the mountain-cracking chaos, this didn’t look like the work of any righteous god. Instinctively, he glanced at Warren Yuan.
Right now, Warren Yuan was protected by a swirl of qi, clearly wanting to speak, but his mute acupoint was still sealed—he could only let out muffled 'wu wu' sounds.
Without hesitation, Ryan waved his hand. Instantly, Warren Yuan, Jason Lin, Harvey 'Million' Jin and the others were freed from their restraints, each feeling like they’d just been given a new lease on life.
Warren Yuan immediately knelt and kowtowed: “Founder, I’m Warren Yuan, sixth-generation disciple of Orthodox Unity! Please recognize Mason Ma as the real villain—he slaughters innocents, extorts wealth, kills his own sect brothers, and stole the sect master’s seat! People like him deserve a thousand cuts! Founder, please open your eyes and see the truth!”
Seeing Warren Yuan’s heartfelt plea, Ryan held back for a moment. After all, Warren was once an Orthodox Unity disciple himself—if this so-called founder had even a shred of justice, he’d know right from wrong.
But just as Ryan started to hope, a black iron fist suddenly shot out from the mountain and smashed into Warren Yuan. With his Dao root broken, Warren couldn’t even stand, let alone resist—he was totally defenseless against the attack.
With a bloodcurdling scream, Warren Yuan was sent flying, spewing mouthfuls of blood. He instantly lost consciousness, like half his soul had been punched straight into Hell’s gate.
“Bastard!” Ryan spat, leaping forward to grab Warren Yuan. He hated himself for letting his guard down, but what pissed him off even more was how heartlessly the so-called founder struck—zero questions asked, and the attack was clearly meant to kill.
Compared to this, the double-upgraded Heaven-Gang Earth-Fiend Demon-Subduing Array was child’s play. The gap was insane—everyone knew this was the real ghostly death array.
Mason Ma was so hyped he started cackling: “Founder, you did the right thing! Traitors like this deserve a beating—should’ve killed him on the spot!” With the founder backing him, Mason felt invincible.
Right then, ghostly wails erupted from deep inside Dragonridge. Black, green-misted heads shot out, swarming the mountaintop. Every single one was twisted and savage—like real evil spirits crawling out of Hell.
In a flash!
At that moment, Taiyi Sect, Golden Sword Gate, and Ryan Ling all had the same words flash through their minds—Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art!
This was Orthodox Unity’s ultimate forbidden move. Once unleashed, countless ferocious ghosts would swarm out—alive or dead, if you got caught, you’d be torn apart with nothing left behind.
Mason Ma was so ecstatic he nearly exploded: “Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art! Never thought I’d see this in my lifetime—hell yeah!” He’d sacrificed his soul and actually summoned the art. For him, it was the ultimate win.
“Wipe them out—kill everyone here!” Mason Ma roared, and it felt like dozens of li around the mountain were sealed off.
“Holy crap! Defend—use your strongest defenses!” The Taiyi Sect and Golden Sword Gate crowd freaked out. At this point, it wasn’t just Ryan in deep trouble; everyone might end up as collateral damage…
Even bystanders realized that if the Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art went wild, they could all end up in a mass grave. The stakes were sky-high.
The summoned founder seemed to only listen to Mason Ma. Instantly, all of Dragonridge went dark—black clouds crushed down, and everything around started to blur.
The power gap between the earlier formation and this was ridiculous. Everyone knew: this was the real supernatural killer array.
Ghostly wails erupted again. Black, green-misted heads shot out, swarming the mountaintop—each one a twisted, savage evil spirit straight out of Hell.
In a flash!
Taiyi Sect, Golden Sword Gate, and Ryan Ling all had the same words flash through their minds—Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art!
This was Orthodox Unity’s top-tier forbidden art. Once unleashed, countless ghosts would swarm out—alive or dead, if you got caught, you’d be torn apart with nothing left behind.
Mason Ma was so ecstatic he nearly exploded: “Ten-Thousand-Ghost Grand Art! Never thought I’d see it in my lifetime—hell yeah!” He’d sacrificed his soul and actually summoned the art. For him, it was the ultimate win.