Chapter 38: Slay
Watching the youth stand tall and proud, saber in hand, no one dared to look down on him at this moment.
Who in all of Thundercloud City would dare to speak to Long Yancheng in such a manner?
Whether or not the youth could actually kill Long Yancheng, his persistence and courage alone were worthy of everyone's admiration.
"You want to kill me?" As if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, a smile that didn't reach his eyes formed on Long Yancheng's face as a cold Killing Intent slowly crept over it.
"Long Ao."
Waving his hand, Long Ao stopped Liu Mu. "City Lord, I know you mean well, but I will kill Long Yulang today. No matter who it is, no one can stop me."
Giving the young man before him a long, hard look, Liu Mu, who knew his temperament well, sighed helplessly. He stepped to the side but didn't leave, as he too was curious to see what gave the youth such immense confidence and courage.
"Long Ao, don't think you can act so high and mighty in front of me just because you killed Ye Gucheng. Since you're courting death, I'll be happy to oblige."
Long Yancheng was now determined to kill him. Not only had this boy hunted his grandson in broad daylight, but he had also threatened to kill him in front of everyone. If he didn't do something, how could the Long Family maintain its standing in Thundercloud City?
"You will learn the consequences of provoking my Long Family. Not only will you die, but the family that stands behind you will be slaughtered as well."
If there was one thing Long Ao hated to hear, it was a threat to slaughter his family. His eyes instantly turned ice-cold, and Killing Intent erupted from him. "In that case," he said coldly, "you can die first."
Long Ao did not let his guard down in the slightest. His opponent was, after all, a One-Line Heaven Master. For that very reason, Long Ao immediately summoned his Soul Slave. A terrifying Momentum, on par with a One-Line Heaven Master, erupted and enveloped the entire area.
"A One-Line Heaven!"
Seeing a phantom figure shoot toward him, radiating the powerful Momentum of a One-Line Heaven Master, both Long Yancheng and Liu Mu were stunned. Not daring to be careless, Long Yancheng thrust his palms forward, striking viciously at the Soul Slave.
In his original form, Gui Lie would have been no match for Long Yancheng. But now, his soul had been refined into a Soul Slave, its power greatly enhanced. As such, it would be nearly impossible for Long Yancheng to destroy the Soul Slave in a short amount of time.
In the blink of an eye, the Soul Slave and Long Yancheng were locked in combat. At that moment, Long Ao, wielding his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, swung viciously at Long Yulang.
"Grandfather, save me!"
Having witnessed Ye Gucheng get sliced in half at the waist, Long Yulang had lost all courage to resist. He had thought his life was saved when his grandfather appeared. 'To think this guy would be so audacious as to try and kill me right in front of my grandfather!'
"Long Ao, if you dare kill my grandson, I, Long Yancheng, swear I will exterminate your entire family!"
Long Yancheng was completely tied up by the Soul Slave and couldn't break free. In his desperation, all he could do was roar in fury. The surrounding spectators were all aghast. No one wanted to believe that the legendary Long Yancheng was actually being forced into such a corner.
The expression on Liu Mu's face changed completely. He could sense the power of the phantom figure. 'A soul? No. A physical body? Even less likely. If so, then what is this phantom figure?'
"Exterminate my family?"
If Long Yancheng had kept his mouth shut, it might have been for the best. The moment he spoke, Long Ao's speed increased. With a backhand slash of his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, he unleashed the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike. Nine waves of Sword Aura stacked upon each other, forming a heaven-shaking, blood-red Sword Aura that shot forward madly.
CRACK.
As the Sword Aura descended, Long Yulang's body was sliced into two. Even at the moment of his death, his eyes were wide open, an expression of one who could not rest in peace.
"AHH! Long Ao, I'm going to kill you!"
Watching his grandson be killed with his own eyes, Long Yancheng went completely berserk. However, the Soul Slave was too powerful, and it was impossible to push it away in a short time. But by now, Long Ao had already joined the fight.
He swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in a frenzy, one slash after another, the blood-red Sword Auras stacking layer upon layer.
Looking at Long Yulang's body, cut in two on the ground, everyone was utterly dumbfounded. To kill Long Yulang right in front of Long Yancheng—Long Ao was unbelievably arrogant.
At that moment, no one dared to underestimate Long Ao again. A person who would kill Long Yulang right in front of Long Yancheng was enough to terrify them. As they watched the youth join the battle, anticipation was written all over their faces. 'Can he really kill Long Yancheng?'
Long Ao and the Soul Slave joined forces, steadily pressing Long Yancheng back. Perhaps blinded by rage, Long Yancheng was unable to unleash his full power. The more he fought, the more erratic he became, and on several occasions, he was nearly cut down by the blood-red Sword Aura.
The longer he fought, the more his heart trembled with fear. Even now, Long Yancheng still had no idea what the hell this phantom figure was.
BANG.
Long Ao was sent flying by Long Yancheng's powerful Momentum, but like an unkillable cockroach, he dashed forward and charged in once more.
He was back at it again.
Seeing the youth relentlessly attacking Long Yancheng, everyone seemed to have grown used to it. The last time Long Ao fought Long Yulang, he had been beaten into a bloody mess but still refused to admit defeat.
With a peculiar look on his face, Liu Mu moved like the wind, appearing between the two combatants. He exchanged a palm strike with each before saying in a low voice, "Brother Long, Long Ao, that's enough."
No matter how unwilling Long Yancheng and Long Ao were to stop, Liu Mu's status and power were undeniable. The two of them forced themselves to a halt, and Long Ao recalled the Soul Slave into his Dragon Seal Space.
Staring at his grandson's body, which had been cut in two, Long Yancheng was like a volcano on the verge of erupting. His face was frigid, and Killing Intent poured from him as he spoke. "Long Ao, for the murder of my grandson, this feud between us is irreconcilable. One day, I will kill you, and I will exterminate your entire family."
After speaking, Long Yancheng picked up the two halves of Long Yulang's body, turned, and quickly departed.
"Long Ao, you were reckless this time. You're in for a lot of trouble now that you've provoked the Long Family."
It wasn't just Liu Mu; everyone in the crowd was still too stunned to fully react. But they could all be certain of one thing: now that this boy had killed Long Yulang, Long Yancheng and the Long Family behind him would never let the matter rest. Provoking Long Yancheng was like provoking the Death God himself—one could only imagine the outcome.
However, Long Ao paid all of this no mind. If he dared to kill Long Yulang, then he certainly wasn't afraid of Long Yancheng or the Sixth Level Long Family. With the Soul Slave as his backup, if Long Yancheng dared to come, he dared to kill.
"City Lord, I have some urgent business to attend to, so I'll take my leave," he said. He was suffering from a Spiritual Power backlash after forcefully using the Celestial Profound Five Transformations. If he delayed any longer, the consequences would be unimaginable and could even affect the speed of his future Cultivation. For that reason, Long Ao bid farewell to Liu Mu, turned, and also departed quickly.