“Are my parents in your hands right now?” Ryan Ling forced down his rage and spoke coldly.
“Can’t you see for yourself if they’re in our hands? My advice—don’t overthink it, don’t ask too much. Your parents have committed a heaven-reaching crime. My Qin Family, Fang Family, and Shen Family of Jinling are just holding them on heaven’s behalf. Sure, you’re strong, maybe not afraid of a fresh Saint like me, but do you really dare go against the World Dominion Society? Saving them? Total pipe dream! Just surrender, take your punishment, maybe—if the Society’s feeling generous—they’ll spare your parents’ dog lives and let you have a family reunion before you die. But if you go all out, wipe out my Qin Family, and fight the Society, you’re dead for sure. So let me go, now!” Philip Qin took a deep breath and dumped out everything he’d been holding in. With the Society backing him, he wasn’t scared at all now!
“Heh, Philip Qin’s power is whatever, but damn, his mouth sure runs fast!” One of the small Saints laughed smugly.
“Yeah, with a tongue like that, the World Dominion Society might as well recruit him as a Jiangnan watchdog!” Another small Saint snickered.
“He’s qualified to join, I guess—he did break into the Saint Realm.” Harold Hong nodded, then stared coldly at Ryan Ling. “Ryan, you hear me? I’ll lay it out for you: your parents—we’re taking them back to Yan Capital today, no matter what. You’ve committed monstrous crimes, but you do show some filial piety. Hand over the Kanglong Mace, kneel, and confess, and maybe I’ll let you live. But from now on, you’ll be my dog. Whatever I say, you do. Got it?”
“Haha, boss, you want him as a disciple? That’s a real promotion! There’s gotta be ten thousand guys lining up to be your dog!”
“Ryan Ling, you deaf or what? Hurry up and kneel! This is a heavenly favor!”
The two small Saints immediately started shouting.
“Bastards! I swear I wanna tear them apart!”
“Count me in! I wanna stab every last one of them!”
“Grabbing someone’s parents and still acting this cocky—does the World Dominion Society really think they’re heaven itself? Boss, just say the word, we’re with you no matter what!”
...
On the side, Jason Lin, Harvey Jin, and the others gritted their teeth and shouted.
“What are you peasants yammering about? Daring to mouth off at the World Dominion Society—die, die, die!” Even half-dead Philip Qin was still running his mouth.
In a flash, Ryan Ling’s eyes locked onto him with a killer’s glare.
“W-What are you gonna do? Let me go, or you’ll die without a grave!” As Philip Qin spoke, his body’s cracks sped up—his skin felt like thousands of tiny knives were slicing it, and his flesh bubbled like it was dropped in hot oil, white smoke hissing out.
Philip Qin howled in agony, pain worse than death.
Right now, for him, death would be mercy.
“Ryan Ling, you maniac! Are you really gonna defy heaven?” Harold Hong roared, looking like he wanted to eat Ryan alive.
“Defy heaven? You think the World Dominion Society IS heaven? You really believe you run all of Huaxia?” Ryan Ling gritted his teeth, his killing intent exploding. The Hell Furnace’s Asura flames shot at Philip Qin as Ryan shouted, “Even if you are heaven, I’ll rebel today! Anyone who insults my parents—gods included—dies! Philip Qin, die first!”
Boom, boom, boom...
In the blink of an eye, Philip Qin was completely burned and blasted by fire and lightning, reduced to a pile of meat with no trace of life left inside or out—even his soul was shredded.
“Good kill! If this guy didn’t die, heaven itself wouldn’t allow it!” Seeing Ryan Ling make the call to kill, not a single one of his comrades hesitated. All of them stood tall and proud—even timid Cindy Sun raised her chin high.
“He’s rebelled—totally rebelled! Daring to go against our World Dominion Society? Looks like if we don’t blood-wash Jinling today, nobody will know how terrifying we are!” Harold Hong fumed, his rage boiling over as his Saint power exploded. The two other small Saints joined in, and three waves of Saint Realm qi shot into the sky, blanketing all of Jinling.
Ryan Ling’s face showed zero fear. With his current Golden Core strength, he was confident about facing three small Saints. Of course, he wasn’t reckless—he always thought about the lives of his brothers behind him.
Right now, Jinling itself wasn’t the real issue. What mattered was Yan Capital—the true battlefield. The World Dominion Society’s headquarters was there, and their power really did reach the heavens. But Huaxia isn’t ruled by just one society; besides the World Dominion Society, there’s the Fortune Gate—a top-tier Yan Capital faction and their sworn enemy. The Nang Family, Ouyang Clan, and the Ling Family of Yan Capital are all with the Fortune Gate. Of the Eight Great Capital Clans, three side with Fortune Gate; the other five lean toward the World Dominion Society. That’s enough to make the Society wary.
The moment Ryan killed Philip Qin, he’d already decided to join the Fortune Gate. It was protection for himself—so even if he went all-out against the World Dominion Society today, he’d have somewhere to land later.
Of course, Yan Capital’s politics are way more complicated than he’d imagined. Besides the World Dominion Society and Fortune Gate, there’s the official Huaxia Dragon Group, and the Imperial Society built on old Manchu power. It’s a tangled mess, so with all the chaos Ryan stirred up in Jinling and Sansha Island, none of these factions would let him die easily.
Although it kind of felt like being someone else’s chess piece, all these forces combined gave him enough confidence to face Harold Hong head-on.
Besides, today he fights for his parents—his cause is righteous, and by all standards of morality and etiquette, he’s the undisputed winner.
Heaven sees all. Yan Capital is the heart of Huaxia—it’ll never let the World Dominion Society run wild. Ryan Ling has always believed that justice lives in people’s hearts.
Most crucially, his parents are right in front of him. No matter what, he would never let them suffer again. Compared to before, both his father and mother were now barely alive—their lives almost completely drained by Philip Qin, leaving only the faintest threads of life.
As their son, if he just stood by and let his parents be taken away again, he’d deserve to bash his own head in!
“Ryan Ling, say no more! Just fight! These three bastards—don’t let a single one go, kill them all!” Inside, Ghost Elder shouted fiercely, and even the usually hidden Soul Elder jumped out, his face blazing with rage. Clearly, the World Dominion Society’s actions had reached the point of universal outrage.
“Bastard, you die today!” Before Harold Hong and the others could attack, Ryan had already charged forward, gritting his teeth and shouting in his heart: Dad, Mom, I’m going to free you today—even if it costs my life!
In an instant, Ryan swung the Kanglong Mace in a wild arc, and the whole city of Jinling—and even the surrounding mountains—shook.
“How dare you!” Harold Hong roared, charging in as his Small Saint power exploded in a sweeping blast.
Boom!
A deafening crash shook the area as the whole street split open, the fissure spreading for miles in an instant.
“Kid, you’re nothing special! If you want to compete in internal strength, I’m a hundred times stronger than that trash Philip Qin. You want to fight me…” Harold Hong’s face turned red as he gritted his teeth, but he still smirked, clearly thinking he’d held his ground against Ryan.
But before he could finish, Ryan’s Golden Core power surged back, and his force doubled or even tripled compared to before—and it was still rising.
“Impossible! How are you this strong?” Harold Hong’s face went from red to nearly black.
“Idiot, you’re dead today—all three of you are!” Ryan shouted, and Harold Hong coughed up blood, staggering backward. If the other two Saints hadn’t caught him, he would’ve flown out of the fight.
“All three Saints, attack at once! I don’t believe he’s invincible—I don’t believe his power is stronger than all three of us combined!” Harold Hong really was much tougher than Philip Qin; even after spitting blood, he quickly recovered. The three of them charged Ryan together.
In an instant, every escape route around Ryan was sealed off!
The showdown had begun—Ryan Ling versus the Three Saints of Yan Capital, the fate of his parents hanging in the balance.