With a deafening boom, a sound shook the heavens.
Philip Qin’s so-called Saint-Strike was instantly crushed by Ryan Ling’s counterattack—defeated in a blink, not even close to a match. The guy was sent flying like a popped balloon, his clothes blasting apart in every direction.
Just moments ago, he was the high-and-mighty ‘emperor,’ basking in Jinling’s worship. Now, in the blink of an eye, Ryan had stomped him flat.
The whole city was stunned.
Everyone was speechless!
“Am I dreaming?” Hugo Fang stared at Ryan Ling, eyes wide with terror.
Beside him, Walter Shen was shaking all over, like he’d just had a seizure.
“So, tell me—do I have the power to wipe out your whole clan or not?” Ryan Ling gave a cold sweep of his gaze. Golden Core qi pierced the sky, his whole body radiating that terrifying golden aura from the inside out.
“Ryan Ling is invincible! Invincible! Invincible!” General Kenneth Li, who’d been holding back for ages, finally shouted, his words dripping with hatred for Philip Qin.
“Kill Philip Qin! Rid Jinling of this scourge!” The other brothers nearby all started yelling too.