Marcus Wu didn’t hesitate for a second—he dumped every last ounce of strength straight into the ground, dead set on protecting that conch even if it killed him. But there was no way those Ancestor Immortals were gonna let him get his way. It was like they thought some crazy treasure had popped up down there—next thing you know, at least two blasts of Ancestor power shot underground. The ground of War God Manor was basically hollowed out in an instant, the whole scene was straight-up earth-shattering. And just like that, the conch got yanked right out into the open.
"What the hell is this thing? You, the almighty War God, risking your life for a busted conch? Don’t make me laugh!" One Ancestor Immortal sneered when he saw it was just some broken shell—a Golden Immortal’s toy at best, maybe Da Luo grade if you stretched it. He instantly started pouring power into ripping the conch apart.
Marcus Wu screamed, "No!" and threw himself over the conch, shielding it with his body. Instantly, a blast of Ancestor Immortal power slammed into him—he felt like he’d been shoved straight into hell. The pain was beyond words; it was like he was about to be wiped out for good.
"Seriously, what’s so special about this thing that you’d go all-out to protect it?" Another Ancestor Immortal was totally baffled—he couldn’t believe Marcus Wu was freaking out like this. The reaction was way over the top.
But one sharp-eyed Ancestor Immortal caught on quick. "Wait a sec, something’s off. There are tons of living beings hidden inside—and they’re from different worlds. Marcus Wu’s not worried about the shell, he’s worried about them!"
"Exactly! That’s gotta be it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be this freaked out!" another Ancestor crowed. They’d just found Marcus Wu’s weak spot.
"Well, this just got fun. Since he cares so much, let’s drag every last creature out and roast them till they’re nothing but dried husks. That’ll be the real treat."
"Hell yeah, let’s do it! Let’s see what the War God does then!" another Ancestor chimed in, itching to see Marcus Wu crack.
The Ancestor Immortals were getting nastier by the second. As soon as they finished talking, every eye locked onto Marcus Wu, full of malicious glee—clearly waiting for him to beg on his knees.
Marcus Wu was a mess inside. That conch—Ryan Ling had entrusted it to him. In his eyes, it was worth more than anything in the world. There was no way he’d let it get destroyed on his watch. Even if he died, he had to keep the Golden Immortal Conch safe!
Marcus Wu didn’t hold back for a second—he started burning his life force like crazy, squeezing out every last drop of potential. He was a half-step Ancestor Immortal already, nearly at full Ancestor level. And this was War God Manor, smack in the middle of War City—his home turf, his rules. All the local immortal qi was his to use, so even if he was just half a step into Ancestor, if he went all out, his power was way scarier than any regular Ancestor!
"You’re nuts, man! Throwing your life away for a bunch of lowly lives—I almost respect it! No one else in the Immortal World would be dumb enough to do something so stupid. But hey, since you want it so bad, I’ll help you out—let’s send you off for good!" An Ancestor Immortal didn’t hesitate, blasting out a wave of power aimed straight at Marcus Wu’s head. If that hit, he was toast.
"Is heaven really out to kill me?" Marcus Wu shouted, desperate and furious. He didn’t care about his own life—what tore him up was failing the mission Ryan Ling had given him.
War God Manor had hit rock bottom—everyone was drowning in despair, like the whole world was about to collapse.
But right at that critical moment—just when things couldn’t get any worse—a blinding bolt of lightning tore across the sky above War God Manor. It crashed down on one of the Ancestor Immortals, the power absolutely unstoppable. That Ancestor, who’d thought he had it all in the bag, was shredded in an instant—body split open, limbs twisted off, even his lifeblood root snapped. The scene was pure carnage. All the Heaven-Earth Sect folks were stunned. No way a small city like War City should have a monster strong enough to torture an Ancestor like that!
"Who the hell is that? Who just showed up?" The two remaining Ancestor Immortals went pale, totally freaked out by the sudden arrival of a powerhouse.
"R-Ryan Ling!" Marcus Wu stammered, his voice shaking. He hadn’t expected Ryan to show up now, and the guy’s power was on a whole new level—way beyond Ancestor. Plus, there was a woman beside him radiating Ancestor Immortal qi; she was clearly no ordinary person.
"Relax, I’m here now. Anyone who laid a finger on you—dead!" Ryan Ling took a deep breath. He’d sensed War God Manor was in danger and rushed here at full speed, but it looked like he was still a little late. Seeing all the corpses around, Ryan’s heart was heavy.
"Thank god you’re back! Looks like you leveled up big time—I can finally relax." Marcus Wu let out a huge sigh of relief. With Ryan’s insane power on display, even a pile of Ancestors wouldn’t stand a chance.
"Take a break. Leave the rest to me!" Ryan Ling said, then fixed his gaze on all the Heaven-Earth Sect disciples. He shouted, "Every single Heaven-Earth Sect scumbag here dies today!"
"You say what?! You seriously wanna go head-to-head with Heaven-Earth Sect? You’re even crazier than Marcus Wu!" an Ancestor Immortal shouted. "Kid, I don’t know what kind of artifact you’re packing, but you’d better let my brother go. Offend Heaven-Earth Sect and you’ll regret it—there are fates worse than death!"
"Oh yeah?" Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate—he stomped down hard on the already-crippled Ancestor. The guy’s gut exploded, his whole body was wrecked, and every last drop of vital essence was sucked dry by Ryan in an instant. He went from living flesh to a dried-out corpse just like that!
Every Heaven-Earth Sect disciple went pale. Nobody could believe Ryan Ling was this much of a monster.
"He’s not even human! Definitely not!" the disciples screamed, while Ryan Ling’s gaze locked onto the last two Ancestors. These so-called Ancestor Immortal bigshots were nothing but trash to him—if he wanted, he could wipe them out in a heartbeat.
"That look in his eyes is scary as hell! How can a Primordial Immortal have this much intimidation power?" one Ancestor panicked, even stepping back.
"Yeah, there’s no way he should have this kind of aura. What the hell is going on?" another Ancestor stammered, voice shaking, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"You two bastards—die now!" Ryan Ling wasn’t holding back for even a second…