"Ten Reapers, today is your death day—die!" Right now, Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate for a second. Forced by the pressure of these ten Void-Realm masters, he instantly detonated all his Foundation-Building power. The might of the Foundation-Building Stage is absolutely beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
At this moment, it was like the earth was shaking and the mountains trembling—the whole city was quaking to its core.
The power of Immortal arts is truly beyond mortal imagination!
No matter how strong the Void-Realm aura of the Ten Reapers was, it still couldn’t stand against Ryan’s peak Foundation-Building qi!
This was the absolute peak of the whole battle—Ryan was unleashing his Immortal power to the max for the very first time!
In that instant, every powerhouse present—including Aaron Zhao—felt like they’d been hit by an unprecedented shockwave. Aaron Zhao was the weakest of them; he let out a miserable scream, got blasted straight into the air, spewed blood everywhere, and his Void-Realm aura completely collapsed.
At this point, even if Aaron Zhao survived, he’d be a total cripple from now on.
"Hell yeah! Ryan Ling is unstoppable—invincible, invincible, invincible!" Gabriel Xue shouted. Seeing Aaron Zhao end up like this was pure catharsis. He was barely hanging on, just half a step from death.
"Damn, this guy’s way too strong! Boss, it’s not worth risking our necks for a bit of Azure Dragon Society cash!"
"Let’s bail—I feel like this guy’s a mountain. His aura is so savage, I can’t even breathe!"
"Screw retreat! Us ten brothers didn’t even flinch facing the Jinling Military Region—we beat them, so you think we can’t handle one punk from East River? Besides, Third Brother’s already been killed by him. If word gets out, how are we supposed to keep our rep on the streets? How do we survive?"
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The eldest Reaper clenched his teeth. Their Void-Realm power couldn’t stop Ryan anymore. He suddenly clenched his fist and barked, "Let’s use our ultimate move! Even if it costs all our yin power, we’re dragging this brat straight to Hell!"
"Ultimate move?" Ryan heard every word loud and clear. These guys called themselves ‘Reapers’—they must have some trick to actually connect to Hell. Ryan was honestly curious to see what their trump card looked like.
The moment the eldest finished speaking, the other Reapers suddenly donned their reaper robes. Their Void-Realm qi instantly cut off and transformed into surging Netherworld yin energy.
Ryan was more familiar with this yin energy than anyone. Back in the Yin River of Hell, he’d been hit by the strongest yin energy ever—that was true terror. Compared to that, this little bit of yin power was nothing to him now.
"Yin power gather, Gate of Hell, open! Drag this brat into Hell!" the Reapers roared. Under their combined force, a terrifying chasm opened up right beneath Ryan’s feet—bottomless, with magma churning and thousands of evil spirits howling below.
"Gate of Hell?" Ryan was stunned for a second. These guys really had some tricks. He had no idea what method they used, but they actually ripped open the Gate of Hell—even if it was just a crack. That was enough to make any expert’s blood run cold. If you got forced into Hell, no matter how strong you were, it was game over.
"You’re not blind, kid—you know about the Gate of Hell. In that case, we’ll send you straight to the Underworld!" The Reapers finally revealed their true nature. Sure, they were all Void-Realm, and top-tier Yellow-Tier Void-Realm at that, but the real reason the Jinling Military Region couldn’t wipe them out was this ability to open up Hell itself.
Right now, the Gate of Hell was wide open. The air was filled with ghostly wails, and several ordinary bystanders near the edge were sucked in instantly.
And it wasn’t just ordinary people—even Ryan Ling was getting dragged toward the Gate of Hell. At the same time, his insanely powerful Foundation-Building qi was being sucked in too. No matter how strong you were, you couldn’t fight this kind of pull.
"Hahaha, kid, die! No one can defy the Reapers. Even if you’re a top-tier powerhouse, you can’t resist the Reaper’s pull. Hell’s evil spirits, drag this brat down—let him never reincarnate!" With the eldest Reaper’s shout, Ryan couldn’t resist the suction.
"Too bad—even this kid can’t fight the Reaper’s drag. No wonder the Jinling Military Region gave up chasing the Ten Reapers. These guys are Hell’s own hounds!"
"You just figured it out? Jinling’s experts already calculated it—their last lives were Hell’s Ten Ghost Marshals. They reincarnated into the human world just to drag people down for Hell!"
"No way—Ghost Marshals reborn? Who could resist their soul-snatching now? It’s just a shame about Ryan Ling. The kid’s skills are insane; he’s guaranteed a spot on the China Rankings, and Jinling’s top brass are already watching him. This fight changed the whole Yangtze Delta game—what a freak!"
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Right now, this earth-shaking battle had everyone’s attention. Pretty much every top fighter in the Yangtze Delta was gathered within ten kilometers of East River’s provincial capital. Even tons of Jinling experts had come out for this.
He’d already crushed the Six Void-Realm Alliance in one go, and now he was overpowering the Ten Reapers. That kind of record was enough to make all of southern China sit up and take notice.
Geniuses like this are just way too rare nowadays!
But right now, even Ryan Ling seemed unable to fight the terrifying pull of the Gate of Hell.
"What the hell are these things? They dare to drag me down—even though I’m a Seventh-Grade Spirit Officer and Ghost-General? Are they insane?" Right now, Ryan was radiating his official aura, his Ghost-General armor out in full force, but the Gate of Hell was still sucking him in like crazy.
"Ryan, those so-called Reapers used to be under the Western Pacifying King. They don’t care if you’re a Spirit Officer—they’ve never recognized it!" The System yelled inside him.
"Western Pacifying King, Western Pacifying King! What’s this ‘Western Pacifying Mountain’ anyway? It’s even scarier than my dad? Is my old man actually afraid of him?" Ryan was shocked—this was the third time he’d heard the name. This ‘Western Pacifying Mountain’ was basically the real king of Hell.
"Right now your dad’s about equal to him, but this guy’s crazy strong—his power base is even higher. Your dad’s situation isn’t great, which is why he needs you to build up your influence in the human world. Get it?" The System sighed.
"My dad’s in trouble too? But he’s Lord Yama!" Ryan blurted out, suddenly realizing the power struggles in Hell were way more complicated than he thought.
"Enough about the Western Pacifying King—he’s way out of your league for now. Focus! You don’t need to panic about them yet. Your big reward for crushing Azure Dragon Society and killing Aaron Zhao just arrived. You’re officially Number One in Jiangdong, and this robe was custom-made by your dad. He wanted you to wear it once you became Number One. Don’t let him down—he’s rooting for you!" The System suddenly perked up and pulled out a ridiculously badass robe, with two golden characters on the front—Ghost King.
"Ghost-King Robe?" Ryan froze. The words ‘Ghost King’ gleamed gold, way more epic than his old Ghost-General Glass Armor. He could feel billions of fierce ghosts roaring from inside—like if he put it on, every ghost under heaven would have to obey him.
"That’s right, the Ghost-King Robe. Your dad wanted to wait till you hit at least Fifth-Grade Spirit Officer, but things are tense, so you get it early. Once you put it on, you’re officially the Yanluo Crown Prince—got it?" The System said seriously.
"Yanluo Crown Prince? I’m official now? From adopted son to real son?" Ryan blurted out.
"You brat, you’ve still got time to joke?" The System almost cracked up, then said, "Enough—put it on and slaughter these damn ‘Reapers.’ These guys were never good news in Hell, so finish them off and consign them to the Eighteenth Level of Hell!"