War God Long Ao

The Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura swept forward with unstoppable power.

Mu Feng and Mu Yong didn't even think of resisting. They were so terrified they collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and filled with despair.

"You bastard, how dare you!"

Completely ignoring what he had just said, Mu Che roared. Before he even arrived, a terrifying wave of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi descended.

BOOM! A deafening crash.

Long Ao and Mu Che were both knocked back three steps. Watching the scene unfold, everyone was utterly stunned, unable to believe what was happening before their very eyes.

"You bastard! I never imagined you could be so vicious. If you're allowed to remain in this world, you'll surely become a scourge to all. Today, I will enact justice on behalf of the heavens!"

"Mu Che, stop."

"Brother, don't."

Just as Mu Che was about to strike, two voices called out simultaneously. Mu Wanfeng and Mu Lin quickly rushed over, pulling Long Ao behind them protectively. Mu Lin's voice was firm as she said, "Brother, if you're going to kill someone, kill me."

"Xiaolin, you…"

"Mu Che, no matter what, he is still your nephew. You've gone too far." As the Matriarch of the Mu Family, Mu Wanfeng's status was unparalleled. Even Mu Che dared not act presumptuously in her presence.

Retreating respectfully, Mu Che, his face still full of anger, said, "Mother, Long Ao is audacious and reckless! He almost killed Feng'Er and Mu Yong. If we don't kill this boy…"

Waving her hand, Mu Wanfeng cut Mu Che off and said with great interest, "Inner Strength Ninth Heaven, yet you can produce such a Sword Aura. Very impressive. You are Xiaolin's son?"

Long Ao nodded. He was inwardly astonished. 'It seems my grandmother is truly powerful, to be able to see my true strength with a single glance.' He said, "I am."

"Today's matter ends here. No one is to pursue it any further."

Mu Wanfeng had spoken. Even if Mu Che and Mu Tian were ten thousand times unwilling, they had no choice but to accept it. Since things had reached this point, Long Yi, Mu Lin, and Long Ao did not linger and left the Mu Family.

"Even Third Brother and Fourth Brother were defeated. Is there really no way for us to get revenge?" Mu Yihao's face was filled with indignation and fury as he watched the 'trash' leave unscathed.

"Hmph. I won't let him get away with this. I'm going to find Second Brother right now."

"Are you crazy? Grandmother specifically told us not to disturb Second Brother while he's in Cultivation."

"I don't care! As long as I can kill that piece of trash, Long Ao, I'll do it—even if it means being punished by Grandmother."

The three of them returned to the Long Family safely, but it had been a close call. Long Ao knew very well that if his grandmother hadn't appeared in time, his return would have been uncertain. After all, the power of an Innate Martial Artist was simply too immense.

News of Long Ao defeating Mu Feng and Mu Yong in a joint attack at the Mu Family estate spread like wildfire throughout the Long Family. Anyone who heard it was utterly astonished. From that moment on, everyone began to see Long Ao in a completely new light.

Everyone knew that the 'trash' from all those years ago had made a comeback, soaring to new heights. He was now powerful enough to defeat two Inner Strength Tenth Heaven Martial Artists at once.

In the days that followed, Long Ao took the ten million Gold Coins his father had given him and spent it all on Beast Pills. Combined with the pills he had previously obtained from the Thundercloud Forest, he now had a total of one hundred Beast Pills.

Long Ao felt a bit helpless regarding his Desolate Sacred Body. The amount of power needed to break through to a new Realm was immense. He roughly calculated that even with one hundred Beast Pills, he could at most break through to the Inner Strength Tenth Heaven. To reach the coveted Innate Realm, one hundred Beast Pills were nowhere near enough.

After handing the hundred Beast Pills to Long Fu, Long Ao took out the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and began to attune himself to it. For some reason, he had just sensed a stream of information flowing into his mind from within the saber—it seemed to be a Martial Art.

'Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques?'

A Sword Technique named the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques slowly materialized in his mind. Following the described Cultivation method, Long Ao began to swing the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. At first glance, his movements were chaotic and messy, seemingly inferior to even the lowest-grade Martial Arts.

But as Long Ao practiced, he grew increasingly shocked. He discovered that every form within the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques contained terrifying power. Take the first form, the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike. A single move could transform into nine variations, with each successive strike stacking upon the last, building an unstoppable momentum. Its power was as overwhelming as the Netherworld itself, which was how it got its name.

「A month passed in the blink of an eye.」

Over the month, Long Ao barely left his room. He focused solely on studying the Alchemy Technique and mastering the first form of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques, the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike. Thanks to the power refined by Long Fu, his Cultivation smoothly broke through to the Inner Strength Tenth Heaven.

PENG! With a loud bang, the Pill Furnace exploded. Three streaks of black light shot out from within. Overjoyed, Long Ao snatched the three black Elixirs from the air and muttered to himself in excitement, "Looks like I really am an alchemy genius. I actually managed to refine Spirit Gathering Pills in just one month. It's time to go settle that bet."

For the entire month, Long Ao had focused on nothing but researching and refining Spirit Gathering Pills. After failing hundreds of times, he finally succeeded on the last possible day, letting out a sigh of relief.

「Pill Alliance.」

The Pill Alliance was bustling with people today. Besides Fatty, there were disciples from the Mu, Long, and Duanmu Families, as well as the City Lord's Mansion. Liu Ji, Long Yulang, Mu Feng, Mu Yong, Mu Yihao, Mu Yihang, and many others were all present.

"Long Ao, if you admit defeat right now, I can be the bigger person and let you off the hook. Just kneel and kowtow to me three times, and we'll call this whole matter even. How about it?"

Fatty's words drew a roar of laughter from the crowd. Their faces were filled with scorn and contempt. 'A piece of trash thinks he can refine a Spirit Gathering Pill in one month? Is that even possible?'

Watching Long Ao stand all alone in the middle of the crowd, Long Yi and the others felt a pang of heartache. These were the consequences of his low standing in the family. 'If Long Ao belonged not to the Long Family, but to any of the other major powers in Thundercloud City,' they thought, 'who would dare look down on him?'

"Brother Long, I heard this piece of trash wants to challenge you in a year. Is there any truth to that?"

Whether Liu Ji did it on purpose or not, her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Instantly, all eyes shot toward Long Yulang, awaiting his response.

Nodding, Long Yulang replied mockingly, "It's true."

"I've seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. To use a challenge against Brother Long as a ploy to become famous… a person like that truly has no shame."

"I may be shameless, and I may have no dignity, but I'm still leagues better than certain people. Before you laugh at others, you should take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself if you're even qualified to do so."