War God Long Ao

'Long Ao is a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist?'

Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng certainly wouldn't believe it. But if that weren't true, why had the astonishing aura of a One-Line Heaven Master just erupted from him?

"Die."

Just moments ago, the two had threatened to slaughter his family. Long Ao would never leave such a threat to fester. His powerful Soul Slave unleashed a startling aura and drifted toward them like a phantom.

Before either of them could figure out what was happening, the Soul Slave struck them with its palm. Like kites with severed strings, their bodies were sent flying violently backward.

Twisting around in mid-air, Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng were already scared witless. They turned to flee, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

'They ran?'

It seemed Long Ao hadn't expected them to actually turn and run. 'So much for being Martial Artists.' Scornfully, he shot forward in pursuit.

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Is someone actually hunting down Long Yulang?"

"Someone's hunting down Long Yulang?"

Long Ao had no intention of letting them go. He chased them brazenly, even through the marketplace. People who heard the news rushed over, only to see Long Ao hunting down Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng.

Quite a few people recognized Ye Gucheng—the peerless genius ranked ninety-sixth on the Hundred Battles Ranking. This was precisely why everyone was so shocked. They couldn't understand how someone like Long Ao could be hunting down both Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng.

"Long Ao, if you dare to kill me, your Long Family will pay the price for your actions!"

"I swear I will kill you, even if I have to chase you to the Ends of the Earth."

Hearing Long Ao's resolve, Long Yulang was completely stunned. A few months ago, he had been the one looking down on Long Ao from on high. But in just a few short months, his opponent could not only defeat him but was now hunting him down in full public view. The reversal was simply too much for him to accept.

Completely ignoring the crowd's shock, Long Ao raised his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and slashed down at the two men. A full-powered, unstoppable strike. A Heaven-Shocking Sword Aura erupted, streaking across the sky toward them.

As they fled with all their might, both could clearly feel the Heaven-Shocking Sword Aura approaching from behind. Their hearts pounded with fear; they knew they were at a severe disadvantage.

"Brother Ye, sorry about this!" To save his own skin, Long Yulang suddenly spun around and kicked Ye Gucheng. Caught completely off guard, Ye Gucheng was sent flying backward, right into the path of the Heaven-Shocking Sword Aura.

Unsurprisingly, Ye Gucheng was sliced in half at the waist by the Heaven-Shocking Sword Aura.

Ye Gucheng was dead?

Seeing Ye Gucheng sliced in two, everyone was utterly dumbfounded. They all knew perfectly well who he was.

The peerless genius ranked ninety-sixth on the Hundred Battles Ranking, a Peak Martial Artist of Hundred Scattered Heaven. And yet, even someone like him had been slain by a single slash from Long Ao.

What did this mean?

Everyone knew exactly what it meant. By killing Ye Gucheng, Long Ao would appear on the Hundred Battles Ranking, taking his place. In other words, from now on, the ninety-sixth rank on the Hundred Battles Ranking would no longer belong to Ye Gucheng, but to the newly ascendant Long Ao.

After killing Ye Gucheng, Long Ao had no intention of stopping there. Just as he was preparing to kill Long Yulang, the figures of Long Yancheng and Liu Mu suddenly appeared, protectively shielding Long Yulang behind them.

Seeing his grandfather right there, Long Yulang finally let out a sigh of relief. It had been a close call, but he was safe. The thought of Ye Gucheng being sliced in two by that Sword Aura still sent a wave of fear through him.

Seeing the man who was hunting his grandson, Long Yancheng's expression turned utterly glacial. Within Thundercloud City, no one had ever dared to treat the Long Family this way. This was not just a provocation; it was complete and utter disrespect.

"Long Ao, you dare to hunt my grandson? You're courting death."

"Brother Long, this is just a squabble between the younger generation. There's no need to take it so seriously. For my sake, let this matter go."

Seeing the City Lord intervene on Long Ao's behalf again, Long Yancheng was incredibly displeased. Still, the man was the City Lord, and Long Yancheng was unwilling to provoke the City Lord's Mansion unless he had no other choice.

"City Lord, you saw the entire thing clearly. It was Long Ao who was hunting my grandson. Am I supposed to just let him go? If I do, how can I, Long Yancheng, keep my dignity? How can the Long Family keep its dignity?"

Sighing to himself, Liu Mu glanced helplessly at the young man. 'Of all the people to provoke, he just had to provoke the Long Family—and Long Yancheng's grandson, no less. This is truly a mess.'

"Brother Long, how about you indulge me one more time?"

Since Liu Mu had put it that way, Long Yancheng knew that killing the boy today would be nearly impossible with the City Lord present. If so, why not grant him this one concession? It wouldn't be too late to deal with this whelp in the future.

"Fine. I'll give the City Lord face today. However, while the death sentence can be avoided, punishment cannot. As long as he severs one of his own arms, I'll let this matter drop."

The surrounding crowd reacted to Long Yancheng's arrogance as if it were only natural. After all, he was the Patriarch of the Long Family and a powerful Innate Martial Artist. If the City Lord hadn't intervened, the punishment wouldn't have been as simple as severing an arm.

Many onlookers' eyes filled with sympathy and pity. For such a resolute and talented young man to have to sever his own arm would surely impact his future. Still, as long as he could keep his life, losing an arm didn't seem so bad.

Also letting out a small sigh of relief—severing an arm was better than losing a life—Liu Mu looked at the young man and said helplessly, "Long Ao, you should do it yourself."

'Sever my own arm?'

With a cold sneer, Long Ao said icily, "Long Yancheng, did a donkey kick you in the head? Or is your brain full of water? Sever my own arm? Today, no one will stop me from killing Long Yulang. If a man blocks my path, I will kill him. If a god blocks my path, I will kill the god."

Today, no one will stop me from killing Long Yulang. If a man blocks my path, I will kill him. If a god blocks my path, I will kill the god.

Long Ao's words utterly shocked everyone, Liu Mu included. He couldn't understand what had gotten into Long Ao at that moment. 'Does he really think he can fight Long Yancheng with his current strength?'

"Hahaha! What an arrogant, insolent animal! City Lord, you heard him. This isn't me refusing to give you face—he's seeking death himself. He'll have no one to blame but himself."

Liu Mu said no more. After all, Long Ao had pushed things this far. If he continued to intervene, wouldn't he be openly opposing the Long Family?

"Long Yancheng, your grandson just threatened to slaughter my Long Family, so he must die. If you leave quietly now, this matter might not involve you. Otherwise, I, Long Ao, will kill you without fail."

Long Ao held his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, one man and one blade standing proudly between Heaven and Earth, like a War God descending upon the mortal realm.

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