War God Long Ao

Mu Tian's words showed he had immense confidence in the two of them.

"Are you really looking for death?"

"Long Ao, have you lost your mind?"

To Mu Feng and Mu Yong, their cousin seemed a bit off. 'Could it be because of what happened ten years ago?'

They felt not a shred of sympathy. To them, trash was trash, and being related to such a person was utterly humiliating. 'Wouldn't it be wonderful to use this opportunity to kill him?'

Reading their eyes, Long Ao could already guess what Mu Feng and Mu Yong were thinking. 'You showed no mercy, so don't blame me for being cruel. You brought this upon yourselves.'

He retrieved the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber from the Dragon Seal Space. On the surface, the saber looked unremarkable—just an ordinary broadsword. The crowd, however, was intensely curious about how he had produced it from thin air.

"Fourth Brother, you first or me?"

"Third Brother, there's no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. I'm more than enough to handle him."

"No need. Both of you can come at me at once."

Strange expressions appeared on the faces of the onlookers when they heard Long Ao's words. They couldn't figure out what was going on with this piece of trash from the Long Family. Did he really have the confidence to fight two against one?

Staring intently at his son, Long Yi was the only one in the crowd who truly understood. His son was not a reckless person. What's more, he'd received news that his son had once killed Yang Chen—and Yang Chen had been a genuine Inner Strength Tenth Heaven Martial Artist.

'Could Ao'Er really fight two against one?'

"Third Brother, since this waste is so eager to die, let's grant him his wish."

He nodded. Suddenly, Mu Yong and Mu Feng both charged forward. They were both at the Inner Strength Tenth Heaven Realm, and their might was considerable even without using Martial Arts, relying solely on their Inner Strength. An ordinary Inner Strength Tenth Heaven Martial Artist would stand no chance against their combined attack.

One move. In the eyes of the crowd, it would only take a single move for the two of them to instantly defeat the Long Family's waste.

Just as everyone anticipated the outcome, Long Ao suddenly moved. Using Gale Step combined with Heart-Locking Palm, he sent a light palm strike toward them. While the gap between the Inner Strength Ninth Heaven and the Inner Strength Tenth Heaven was immense, it all depended on the person.

Long Ao was incredibly fast. He didn't use the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber at first, instead trading a palm strike with each of his opponents. All three were forced back. Mu Feng and Mu Yong retreated three steps, whereas Long Ao was pushed back a full seven steps before he could steady himself.

As the saying goes, one can tell an expert by their first move.

Mu Feng and Mu Yong were a little surprised. 'No wonder he's so arrogant. It seems he actually has some skill.'

It wasn't just the two of them; everyone in the surrounding crowd, including Mu Che, Mu Tian, Mu Yihang, and Mu Yihao, was also a little surprised.

"It seems the boy really has reached the Inner Strength Ninth Heaven Realm. Yihang and Yihao weren't lying."

"Big Brother, didn't they say this waste failed to condense an Endless Cycle ten years ago, causing his Cultivation to regress to the Postnatal Third Heaven? And that for the past ten years, he never managed to condense Inner Strength again? If that's the case, how did he reach the Inner Strength Ninth Heaven Realm?"

As his younger sister's only son, Long Ao's every move had been, for the most part, under the Mu Family's watch. They knew perfectly well that he had been considered a waste for ten years and had suffered countless insults. That was precisely why Mu Tiancai couldn't wrap his head around it.

"This is indeed strange. We've been monitoring the Long Family far less in recent years. It seems to have been an oversight on our part."

"Big Brother, in your opinion, does the boy have any chance of winning?"

"Absolutely not. Forget Feng'Er and Yong'Er teaming up; either one of them alone could easily defeat Long Ao. Don't waste your time with groundless fears."

A wave of discussion erupted through the crowd. In their minds, the waste who shouldn't have been able to withstand a single blow had just fought his two opponents to a standstill. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been unbelievable.

"So you do have some strength. But I'll tell you this, Long Ao: trash will always be trash. No matter how you delude yourself, you will always be trampled beneath our feet."

"Is that so?"

Seeing the cold sneer on Long Ao's lips, Mu Feng and Mu Yong both shuddered for some unknown reason. They exchanged a glance, each seeing a flicker of surprise in the other's eyes. Without further hesitation, they moved again.

This time, they were clearly using their full strength, preparing to end the fight quickly and show everyone that the Mu Family was inviolable—especially to the lowly Long Family.

"Ao'Er, be careful!"

Long Yi's warning was unnecessary; Long Ao had already reacted. As he retreated rapidly, he executed the Celestial Profound Finger, jabbing out twice in succession. The powerful Finger Force seemed capable of piercing through anything, and even Mu Feng and Mu Yong didn't dare to face it head-on.

Both were stunned. The Martial Art he had just used was clearly more powerful than any they possessed. In an instant, intense greed flared in their eyes. After all, a powerful Martial Art was something every Martial Artist dreamed of obtaining.

Flanking him on the left and right, Mu Feng and Mu Yong attacked relentlessly. Regardless of anything else, they were still Inner Strength Tenth Heaven Martial Artists, and their combined power was more than doubled. With Long Ao's current strength, he was simply no match for the two of them.

Long Ao knew this as well.

But Long Ao knew something more important: the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber could not be used lightly. Once it was truly unleashed, it had to draw blood. Unless he had no other choice, he was unwilling to kill the two of them here and now.

But their every move was vicious, each one a ruthless killing strike. The slightest carelessness would result in his merciless death at their hands.

"Look, the waste can't hold on any longer!"

"Trash is trash. How could he possibly be a match for Third Brother and Fourth Brother? He really doesn't know what's good for him."

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, kill him for me!" Mu Yihao and Mu Yihang screamed. The memory of their previous humiliation made their anger erupt like a volcano. If they dared to fight him themselves, they would have never passed up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Since you want me dead, why don't you die first instead?"

In the end, killing intent finally rose in Long Ao. He had held back time and again, but his opponents showed no restraint, their every move vicious and aimed to kill.

Blood-Drinking Mad Saber.

Gripping the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, Long Ao channeled his Inner Strength and viciously slashed at the two men. The saber, which had looked so ordinary just a moment ago, instantly radiated an unparalleled Killing Intent, and the entire blade seemed to be dyed red with blood.

Two streaks of Blade Aura shot out like bolts of lightning, slashing fiercely toward the two brothers. This Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura stunned everyone. No one could believe that the waste they looked down on could unleash such a powerful attack. 'Could he be an Innate Martial Artist?'