Right now, the achievements Ryan Ling was racking up were way beyond anything the Ghost Elder had ever imagined. He’d figured Ryan’s breakthrough to Nascent Soul peak would take at least a day or two, but nope—bam, done in a flash! The Ghost Elder couldn’t help but admit: those Ancient Heavenwood Flowers were just too damn OP.
“Go for it! Keep pushing!” The Ghost Elder couldn’t hold back and started shouting, his excitement totally off the charts.
Ryan took a deep breath. He was completely immersed in the breakthrough vibe—right now, it felt like he’d lost all connection with the outside world. If he could hit Nascent Soul great circle today, he’d be making history in cultivation.
At this moment, the Ghost Elder’s eyes were popping out of his head. He could see it crystal clear—Ryan’s power was skyrocketing like crazy, even faster than before.
“Is Ryan really gonna hit Nascent Soul great circle today?” The Ghost Elder gulped hard, his eyes bulging wider than a bull’s.
Ryan didn’t react at all. Over his head, thunderclouds for the tribulation were gathering—layer after layer, totally covering the sky. If you looked closely, they stretched out for more than ten kilometers.
But just then, the Ghost Elder suddenly felt a super strong sense of doom welling up inside him, pounding his heart like crazy.
“What the hell is going on?” The Ghost Elder thought maybe it was just a hallucination before, but now the feeling was so intense it seeped into his bones. This was definitely real—and it wasn’t happening in Europe, but back home in Huaxia.
“Did something happen in Huaxia?” The Ghost Elder’s mind buzzed like a gong.
“Guihai One‑Blade, can you hear me?” The Ghost Elder instantly thought of Guihai One‑Blade and tried to contact him using their secret soul-transmission. Normal people couldn’t pick up on their messages at all.
But all he got was static from far away—no other sound at all.
“Crap, something huge must’ve happened! Maybe the Kunlun League’s top dogs made a move, or maybe the U.S. is attacking…” The Ghost Elder’s face changed instantly. Ryan had stirred up a massive mess in Europe, and even with Huaxia’s strong alliance with Russia, the U.S. and Kunlun League couldn’t hold back any longer—they were out for blood!
“We have to go back right now! No time to waste!” The Ghost Elder’s mind was in chaos—no matter how big Ryan’s breakthrough advantage was, he had to drop it and defend Huaxia ASAP.
“Ryan! Ryan! Something huge happened in Huaxia…” The Ghost Elder’s voice blasted straight into Ryan’s ears.
“What?” Ryan was right at the critical moment for breaking through to Nascent Soul great circle—just one more step and he’d make it. But as soon as he heard the Ghost Elder’s words, his breakthrough screeched to a halt.
For Ryan, nothing mattered more than Huaxia’s safety.
“We’re heading back. Now!” Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second—he clenched his fists and jumped to his feet.
“Ryan, but you’re about to…” The Ghost Elder watched Ryan throw away such a golden opportunity and couldn’t help but feel bad for him.
“Don’t say another word—it’s not important! We need to get back, now!” Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second and instantly recalled the entire Ancient Heavenwood into the Demon‑Snaring Bowl.
“Alright!” The Ghost Elder didn’t hesitate either. This was fate—no matter how strong your Nascent Soul is, you’re still just mortal. Sometimes you’ve gotta go with the flow.
In a flash, Ryan and the Ghost Elder shot out of the Blood Clan Holy Court.
...
But right then, several powerful forces stationed around Italy sensed Ryan was trying to leave and all eyes locked onto him.
“That brat’s trying to run—what do we do?”
“Stop him! We have to stop him! The Dark Church’s troops are already on the way, and the six chiefs swore they’ll kill Ryan Ling no matter what. We absolutely can’t let him escape!”
“Alright, we’ve rolled out our best weapons from every country—let’s stall him for a bit! I bet we can hold him off for at least two or three hours!”
...
With all the high-level forces talking, every country rolled out their heavy weapons. Almost at the same time, a dozen top-tier missiles screamed through the air, blasting straight at Ryan.
“Damn it, those European bigwigs! They’re actually intercepting us right now? What a bunch of scumbags!” The Ghost Elder instantly sensed the missiles heading their way.
“Bastards!” Ryan gritted his teeth. But right now he didn’t have time to mess with these losers!
Whoosh!
Ryan’s speed was insane—he shot a thousand li in an instant, way faster than the missiles.
“He’s nuts—hit him with the lasers! Sweep him off the map!” The European high command stared at Ryan, clearly not planning to let him leave that easily.
And honestly, European weapons weren’t much worse than the U.S.—a bunch of ultra-powerful laser beams swept out, way deadlier than missiles and packing insane destructive force.
Boom! A few seconds later, a beam grazed his shoulder, burning a huge hole right through his clothes.
“Damn, still can’t shake these guys…” Ryan muttered, but before he could finish, several more laser beams screamed over, messing with his speed and slowing him down hard.
“Ryan, fighter jets inbound? And the whole route to Asia is packed with artillery—these bastards won’t stop unless you blast them a few times! They’re like leeches!” The Ghost Elder gritted his teeth.
“Kill!” Ryan froze in midair. He knew better than anyone—if he didn’t teach these idiots a lesson, they’d just latch onto him all the way to Huaxia.
As Ryan’s killing intent boiled over, waves of Nascent Soul power roared out. He hadn’t fully reached Nascent Soul great circle yet, but his current strength was on a whole other level compared to when he fought the Blood Empress.
“Ryan, there’s at least a hundred jets up ahead—just flatten them!” The Ghost Elder yelled.
Just as the words left his mouth, Ryan shot forward like a rocket, his iron fist slamming straight into a jet.
Bang...
With a thunderous blow, the jet was crushed into a chunk of scrap metal—and the crew was instantly turned to dust.
And that was just the beginning. In the next few seconds, Ryan’s attacks got even crazier—out of the hundred-plus jets blocking him, half were smashed to pieces, leaving wreckage everywhere. The remaining jets totally panicked; no matter what weapons they fired, nothing could hurt Ryan, so now they could only cower.
“Holy crap, this guy’s a freaking demon! Commander, we’re requesting permission to retreat—repeat, requesting retreat!” The surviving pilots started yelling. Unlike those old-school kamikaze pilots, these Europeans valued their own lives; running away was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Retreat? No retreat! Hold your positions and fight! Show your European knightly spirit!” The high command wasn’t about to agree and immediately shot back.
But before they could finish, Ryan unleashed another wave of explosive power—this time a hundred times fiercer than before. The whole area felt like hell on earth. The fifty-plus remaining jets were tossed into a giant steel furnace, and in the blink of an eye, every plane melted into liquid, the pilots burned away!
“You European bastards—if you dare block me again, I’ll slaughter you all, wipe out your countries, and erase your clans! Get lost!” Ryan was absolutely raging. If Huaxia wasn’t in crisis right now, he’d love to flush every European leader down the toilet one by one!
In just moments, over a hundred elite jets were obliterated, and more than a thousand artillery pieces between Europe and Asia were crushed into scrap metal by Ryan’s aura. Every European leader fell silent, cold sweat pouring down their faces.
Just like that, Ryan single-handedly swept across all of Europe!
But just as Ryan was about to head back to defend Huaxia, a harsh voice echoed out: “The Dark Church is here—skin this brat for me!”