At this moment, Ryan’s sweeping attack could only be described as earth-shattering. Instantly, Herman Hong and Hector Hong both felt a sweet taste in their throats—blood spurted out, and even Harold Hong couldn’t withstand it, stumbling backward and nearly fainting.
"Quick, raise the Saint Banners!" Harold Hong shouted. In an instant, three eerie Saint Banners shot up behind the brothers. As true Saints, their banners were their symbol—and unleashing them meant activating their strongest power. This was clearly their last-resort trump card.
At this moment, Ryan could feel the terrifying force within. He didn’t hesitate—three Immortal arts burst out from his body: wood, lightning, and fire. Working in sync with the Kanglong Mace in his hand, Ryan charged at the three Saint Banners, looking every bit like a war god.
"Kid, even with a Dao Artifact, you’ll never break my Saint Banner!" Harold Hong had clearly gone all in. The three Saint Banners swept down, unleashing endless Saint light. That Saint light turned into blades, crazily slashing toward Ryan.
In an instant, ten thousand blades shot out at once—Ryan, wielding the Kanglong Mace, actually struggled to block them all.
As the Saint light sliced past, even his clothes and pants were slashed open with cracks.
“Damn, these Saint Banners are no joke—three Saints working together really aren’t to be underestimated!” Ryan took a small step back; the trio had unleashed their strongest move, and even he was feeling the strain.
“Hold the line, keep the pressure on! See that? The brat’s starting to crack!” Even though Harold Hong’s nose and mouth were bleeding, he got excited the moment he saw Ryan slip up. Clearly, the three of them were ready to burn all their Saint power just to drag Ryan down.
“Too bad, kid. You’ve got the Kanglong Mace, but no matching Immortal technique. Thunder Slash and Asura Wildflame Art just don’t fit—if you’re only relying on basic Golden Core skills, there’s no way you’re bringing out the real power of a Golden Core!” Ghost Elder sounded a bit regretful inside Ryan’s mind.
“Exactly. Right now those Saint Banners are maxed out—they’ve probably used this trick a ton of times. I’m basically relying on brute force just to keep up, and honestly, I’m starting to run out of steam!” Going head-to-head with the Three Saints’ strongest attack, Ryan was definitely feeling his weak spot.