At this moment, inside the Qin Family Manor in the southern part of Jinling, that upward-surging Void Realm aura seemed even more imposing. The surrounding land appeared to change color under its pressure—everything grew brighter, and even every blade of grass and tree in the manor looked freshly vital, as if they’d just been drenched in nourishing rain.
At this time, across three or four football field-sized lawns inside and outside the manor, people were already kneeling everywhere. Leading them was none other than Tyler Wang, patriarch of the Wang Family, dressed in mourning clothes along with his entourage. And it wasn’t just the Wang Family—top figures from all ten great families of Jinling had shown up. Clearly, they all felt deeply humiliated by what Ryan Ling had done at the Treasure Exchange Conference.
“Young Master Qin, you have to stand up for me this time! My son died so unjustly!” Tyler Wang cried, slamming his head to the ground.
The other rich heirs behind him started wailing too.
“Young Master Qin, when he killed Zelin Wang today, it wasn’t just an attack on the Wang Family—or even just on the ten great families. He’s challenging all of Jinling! He wants to be Jinling’s enemy!”
“That’s right, Young Master Qin! No matter what, as Jinling’s true overlord and the guaranteed champion of this Martial Arts Tournament, you have to stand up for us! Otherwise, Jinling will be trampled and humiliated!”
“Jinling is a place of honor—how can we let these lowborn trash stomp all over us? Now those bastards are all banding together! If we don’t hit back hard, they’ll really turn this place upside down!”
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With all these rich heirs roaring, everyone who’d come to beg for help dropped to their knees. Clearly, with their own power, they couldn’t beat Ryan Ling anymore—they had to beg Young Master Qin to take the lead.
Just then, three deafening booms erupted from the manor rooftop.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Those three blasts were so loud, the whole manor exploded with a massive hole. The rolling Void Realm aura couldn’t be contained anymore—it all burst out at once, and in a flash, the sky above the entire estate was completely lit up.
At the same time, the ground below was dyed in every color imaginable, dazzling and overwhelming to the eye.
Suddenly, a voice shouted, "Congratulations to Young Master Quentin Qin for breaking through to Earth-Tier Void Realm! Earth-Tier at twenty-five—his name will shake the world! Jinling is shocked! The world is shocked! Spread the news across all of Jiangnan—right now!"
"Earth-Tier at twenty-five? Holy crap! They said Young Master Qin might break through by the end of the year, but it’s only September and he already did it. This is Jinling’s great fortune—this is awesome!"
"With Young Master Qin’s strength, he could already crush that punk, and now with this breakthrough to Earth-Tier, he’s a guaranteed champion—no doubt about it! If any media out there still hype Ryan Ling as the tournament favorite, they deserve to be roasted!"
"That’s it, Jinling’s totally unbeatable now! I can’t wait to see that brat get stomped flat. The Martial Arts Tournament is just a week away—I wish time would go faster, damn it!"
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Everyone around was fired up, watching the scene unfold. It felt like all the humiliation they suffered at Ryan Ling’s hands was about to be paid back—a hundred times over, a thousand times over.
Inside the manor, Quentin Qin was admiring his power, feeling all kinds of emotions. The Qin Family was Jinling’s undisputed number one clan. His dad, Justin Qin, broke through to Earth-Tier at forty; his grandpa, Philip Qin, was once called Jinling’s greatest prodigy, reaching Earth-Tier at thirty-five. But he’d done it at twenty-five—enough to make him proud.
In that moment, his gaze wasn’t just set on being number one in Jinling anymore. He looked up at the sky—his sights were set on all of China.
Jinling might be the center of Jiangnan, but the real heart of China is the capital, Yanjing. That place is crawling with hidden dragons and crouching tigers—the real heavyweights, ancient families, and mysterious sects, all packed with masters.
Void Realm isn’t invincible in martial arts, you know. Above it is the Saint Realm—power on a whole other level. Nobody really knows how strong those guys are. Sure, Void Realm fighters are the backbone of state warfare, but when big nations go at it, it’s the Saint Realm experts who decide the outcome.
"If I could break into the Saint Realm one day, that would be insane!" Quentin Qin took a deep breath. In all of Jiangnan’s history, barely anyone’s reached the Saint Realm—and the Qin Family’s never done it.
Breaking through to Earth-Tier Void Realm at twenty-five, Quentin Qin was feeling seriously confident about reaching Saint Realm someday!
"Young Master Qin, congrats on your breakthrough to Earth-Tier Void Realm! You’ve officially joined Jinling’s true elite. From now on, I swear to follow you to the death—no second thoughts!"
"Me too! I’ll always be at Young Master Qin’s side, no doubts!"
"Same here!"
"Count me in!"
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