Right now, Ryan Ling has just stepped into the Golden Core Stage—his cultivation’s leveled up, and the Immortal Path is straight-up superior to martial arts. Back at Foundation Peak, he could already wreck anyone below Heaven-Tier Void Realm, and if he went all-out, he could even go toe-to-toe with Heaven-Tier bigshots.
But now that he’s broken through to Golden Core, his strength’s shot up like crazy. Smashing Heaven-Tier Void Realm folks is basically child’s play, and he can even take down entry-level Saints with ease. Heck, at this moment, he could totally go head-to-head with a minor Saint.
That’s the power of cultivation for you. And even with the Three Saints of Yan Capital ganging up on him, Ryan’s got zero fear.
His Golden Core qi’s already unleashed to the max, but paired with the Kanglong Mace, it’s like his strength has no limit.
Plus, the Kanglong Mace’s got “dragon” in its name, and it totally resonates with the Dragon Breath inside him. If he can fully unleash that Dragon Breath, Ryan’s power will hit a whole new level.
“Death-Lock Seal!” Harold Hong wasn’t messing around. He and his brothers—Herman and Hector Hong, the infamous Three Saints of Yan Capital—are no joke. Together, their strength’s off the charts, and with the World Dominion Society backing them, nobody dares look down on them.
As Harold shouted, all three brothers bit their fingers, and a ghostly green talisman appeared in midair. Each of them wrote the character “death” on it!
In a flash, the three Death-Lock Seals shot straight at Ryan Ling.
“That seal’s insane! It’s got Saint blood from all three of them. Just a smear of that blood could change the color of the earth. If you get wrapped up in one of those Death-Lock Seals, it’s like getting dragged into a world of death—no way out, ever. In the end, it’ll suck you dry!” Someone in the crowd who knew his sealing arts couldn’t help but yell.
The moment he said that, a lot of people in the crowd started freaking out.
Before, Ryan Ling was only fighting Philip Qin one-on-one. Now he’s up against all three Saints at once—the gap in power is just insane.
Honestly, it’s not even clear Ryan can win!
And this whole fight? He didn’t ask for it. He’s being forced into it for his parents’ sake, so Ryan’s got no choice but to tough it out!
“Ryan!” Right now, his closest supporters—Suophie Su, Lily Liu, and the rest—are watching with their hearts in their throats, worried sick.
“Big bro, we’ve got him sealed!” Herman and Hector Hong shouted excitedly from the side.
“Nice. Now let’s drain this punk’s blood dry!” Harold Hong grinned coldly, his whole vibe turning downright savage.
The other two Saints didn’t hesitate—they each slammed a palm onto their own talisman.
Harold Hong smashed his down too.
The three talismans exploded at the same time, instantly forming a massive green death dome around Ryan. Inside, endless blood-sucking tendrils shot out, wrapping him up tight.
This is the nastiest trick of the Death-Lock Seal—using those endless death tendrils to suck the target dry.
Once those tendrils get you, there’s basically no escape!
“Suck him dry!” Right now, Harold Hong looked like some kind of god ruling over heaven and earth. With his shout, Ryan was instantly wrapped up tight, and those blood-sucking tendrils started stabbing into him like crazy.
“Ryan!” Down below, Kenneth Li and Gabriel Xue clenched their fists so hard their knuckles turned white. Everyone’s eyes were glued to those tendrils—this time, it’s real danger.
In a flash, Ryan’s body jerked, like he was trying to break free, but those death tendrils were basically superglue—no way to tear them off.
“Ryan, don’t waste your energy. Nobody on earth can break out of the Death-Lock Seal. Those tendrils won’t stop until they’ve sucked you dry!” Harold Hong laughed like a maniac.
But before he could finish laughing, those supposedly indestructible tendrils suddenly started cracking for no reason.
“What the hell?” Harold Hong was laughing one second, but his face went pale the next.
The tendrils on the Death-Lock Seal were supposed to be crazy tough. Ever since the Three Saints started using this move, nobody’s ever escaped, let alone shattered the tendrils.
“Heh, Harold Hong, you really think your trash tendrils can hold me? That’s just childish. You guys wanna trap me? Not even close!” Ryan snorted coldly, his qi erupting, and he swung the Kanglong Mace like a man possessed.
Right then, everyone heard a low, rumbling roar from inside the Kanglong Mace—like a dragon howling.
In an instant, all the tendrils shattered, and the huge green death dome around Ryan exploded too.
Harold Hong and his brothers stumbled backward, faces pale and shaken like they’d just taken a massive hit!
“So strong! Way too strong! Just how powerful is Ryan Ling now? It’s unreal!”
“I’m telling you, his strength is off the charts. Otherwise, how would he dare go head-to-head with the World Dominion Society? And don’t even get me started on his crew—Jason Lin, Harvey ‘Million’ Jin, all those guys. They used to be nobodies, but now they’re top-tier Heaven-Tier Void Realm! That’s the kind of power everyone dreams about!”
“Seriously, he’s nuts. If only I’d joined Ryan’s squad back then, I’d probably be at least Earth-Tier Void Realm now. My whole family would’ve risen to the top, and I could’ve become a true national-level powerhouse!”
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Right now, this epic battle in Jinling has drawn a huge crowd. The sheer scale of it blows the old Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament out of the water.
Honestly, Ryan wants as many people watching as possible. Today he’s being forced to go up against the World Dominion Society—just like he was forced to fight the Azure Dragon Society back in East River State.
And this time, it’s all for his parents. Whether it’s heavenly law or human ethics, he’s got the moral high ground. Anyone with half a brain is rooting for him. As long as he wins over the people, he’ll have the clout to take on even bigger enemies.
At this point, Ryan’s way more than just some martial artist—but he still has to size up his strength against these guys.
“Harold Hong, let my parents go right now, or the next second all three of you are dead!” Ryan didn’t waste words—he strode forward, gripping the Kanglong Mace tight, eyes blazing with killing intent.
“You dare kill someone from the World Dominion Society?” Harold Hong flinched, edging half a step back.
“It’s not that I want to kill—it’s you guys who snatched my parents and forced my hand! If a son watches his parents suffer ten years of torture, barely clinging to life, and lets them get dragged off without fighting back, is he even human? And since the World Dominion Society calls itself number one, you must care about justice. You know I’m desperate, pushed to the edge. I never wanted to kill, but I’ll never be a coward who betrays his family!” Ryan shot back without hesitation.
Harold Hong had no idea Ryan was not only strong, but sharp-tongued too. For a moment, he was totally stumped. And with Ryan’s righteous speech, the crowd started siding with him. The whole Jiangnan Region was already fed up with big clans like the Qin Family, and now it felt like everyone’s hearts were shifting toward Ryan.
“Outrageous! The World Dominion Society does things for a reason—I don’t owe you any explanations! Your parents committed a major crime, you know?” Harold Hong snapped, biting back his words, sounding almost incoherent.
“Bullshit! If the World Dominion Society doesn’t have the people’s support, how can it call itself ‘World Dominion’? And what crime did my parents commit to deserve ten years of torture, to be dragged off to Yan Capital, not even letting their own son see them one last time?” Ryan said, taking a few steps closer.
“Back off! Back off! Ryan Ling, you really want to defy heaven today, huh?” Harold Hong was furious, grinding his teeth, and his right hand slipped into his sleeve—clearly he had another trick up his sleeve.
“Heh, I never wanted to fight anyone. I just want my family back, that’s all. You guys are cutting off the Ling bloodline for your own selfish gain—there’s something you want from my parents, so you’re trying to snatch it and squeeze them dry. You’ve already tortured them for ten years—don’t tell me you want to keep going? If you don’t let them go today, forget you three so-called minor Saints—even if every big shot in the World Dominion Society shows up, I won’t back down. I’ll fight you all to the end!” Ryan finished, and without a second thought, swept the Kanglong Mace out…