War God Long Ao

Touch the Long Family, and you die!

Arriving in the nick of time, Long Ao saw his grandfather barely holding on, surrounded by several corpses. The towering rage within him transformed into an endless killing intent, blanketing the entire area.

Sensing this terrifying aura, the expressions of everyone from the Yang Family changed in an instant. An Innate Martial Artist. So, Long Ao had truly become an Innate Martial Artist.

The news that Long Ao had killed Ye Gucheng and Long Yulang, and even held his own against Long Yancheng, had not yet reached Red Fire Town. If it had, would the Yang Family still be seeking revenge? Would the Black Wind Daoist still dare to show his face?

"You're Long Ao?"

Long Ao had no kind words for the black-clad man who had bullied his grandfather and attacked his family. He retorted coldly, "And who might this dwarf be?"

A dwarf?

Everyone wore a strange expression upon hearing Long Ao call the Black Wind Daoist a dwarf. Meanwhile, the members of the Long Family, including Long Haoshi, were overjoyed to see Long Ao descend from the sky. Long Ying shouted excitedly, "Seventh Brother, kill this dwarf for us!"

"Brother, Grandfather, rest assured. I will kill this dwarf."

"Hahaha! You insolent brat, how dare you make such a wild claim?" As if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, the Black Wind Daoist laughed with abandon, and the members of the Yang Family joined in with a roar of jeers.

"Long Ao, you killed my son. Today, I will make you pay for it tenfold!"

"Yang Guantian, I originally had no intention of coming after the Yang Family. But since you don't know what's good for you, I will pay you a personal visit later. I hope you can still be as brave as you are now when that time comes."

Paying no mind to the Yang Family, Long Ao stared coldly at the dwarf before him and declared with conviction, "Harm my family, and you will surely die."

"With just you?"

Unwilling to waste any more words, Long Ao summoned the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber to his hand. Man and blade stood tall and proud.

Long Haoshi looked at his grandson, a hint of surprise in his eyes. In the few short months since they had last met, his grandson seemed to have changed completely. He had actually reached the Innate Realm and had even led their family to become an Eighth Level Clan.

At that moment, Long Haoshi and the others were still unaware of Long Ao's other battle achievements. If they knew, one could only imagine how proud the Long Family would feel.

"Hmph. You overestimate yourself. I'll show you the consequences of offending me." The Black Wind Daoist completely disdained his opponent. As a Peak Martial Artist of Hundred Scattered Heaven, an ordinary martial artist at that realm was no match for him. The only ones he had to fear were One-Line Heaven Masters.

'Is my opponent a One-Line Heaven Master?'

Done with the pointless talk, the Black Wind Daoist decided to strike first. As he shot forward like an arrow, he unleashed his powerful Momentum, intending to overwhelm his foe.

Wanting a quick and decisive battle, Long Ao didn't waste any time and directly summoned his Soul Slave. The terrifying Momentum of a One-Line Heaven expert instantly engulfed his opponent's. The Soul Slave surged forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was locked in combat with the Black Wind Daoist.

"A One-Line Heaven!"

The Black Wind Daoist cried out, his courage nearly shattering. He was arrogant, but he also knew his own limits. With his current strength, facing a One-Line Heaven Master was like an egg hitting a stone—nothing short of suicide.

The Black Wind Daoist could never have imagined that his opponent could summon a ghostly creature at the One-Line Heaven level. He was a shameless coward who bent with the wind, and sensing the terrifying Momentum bearing down on him, he immediately turned to flee.

"Trying to run?"

How could Long Ao possibly let the Black Wind Daoist escape? Anyone who dared to humiliate the Long Family had to be killed.

The Soul Slave's speed far surpassed the Black Wind Daoist's. As its Power of Soul invaded the Daoist's body, his strength plummeted. Long Ao seized the golden opportunity and unleashed a vicious strike at the Black Wind Daoist with the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber.

Netherworld Nine-Link Strike! Nine waves of blade aura stacked one upon another, transforming into a Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura that descended from above. The Black Wind Daoist didn't even have time to scream before he was sliced in two by the attack.

The Black Wind Daoist was dead?

Gazing at the corpse on the ground, everyone was frozen in place, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

The Black Wind Daoist was a renowned, veteran Innate Martial Artist. And Long Ao? It had been less than a month since his breakthrough, yet he had actually managed to slay the Black Wind Daoist. The contrast was so stark that nobody could quite accept it.

Yang Guantian was the first to react, his face turning ashen. He knew that with the Black Wind Daoist's death, the fate of the Yang Family was sealed. In the entire Yang Family, who could possibly be a match for their opponent?

The Long Family had produced such a breathtakingly talented individual; their rise was now inevitable. If the Yang Family wanted revenge, they would have to produce a peerless genius of their own. But would Long Ao give the Yang Family the chance to rise?

"Ao'er," Long Haoshi's voice was choked with emotion, his body trembling with excitement. Even now, he hadn't fully processed it. 'My own grandson killed the Black Wind Daoist? Is this really happening?'

"Grandfather, I'll leave this matter in your hands."

Long Ao was very clever. He understood a crucial principle: his grandfather, Long Haoshi, was the current Patriarch of the Long Family. He could help the family defend against its enemies, but he could not make its decisions.

How could Long Haoshi not understand his grandson's meaning? He nodded and said, "Yang Guantian, you and I have fought for more than thirty years without ever deciding a victor. My Long Family and your Yang Family have always maintained the balance in Red Fire Town. We could have gone on like this, living in peace, but you were the one who destroyed that balance."

"Long Haoshi, spare me the lecture. Since the Yang Family has lost, kill me or torture me, do as you please."

Long Haoshi's eyes turned cold. "Cut the grass and pull out the roots. Kill them."

Long Ao understood his grandfather's meaning perfectly. As the saying goes: if you don't pull out the roots, the weeds will grow again in the spring. This time, the Yang Family had managed to invite the Black Wind Daoist. Next time, they might invite a Lanfeng Daoist. As long as the Yang Family was not annihilated, they would always be a threat to the Long Family.

After that, Long Ao showed no mercy. Leading the Long Family disciples, he slaughtered almost the entire Yang Family, sparing only the women and children. After all, he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. In the end, Long Ao was still somewhat soft-hearted. He knew that if the Long Family had lost, the Yang Family would have mercilessly exterminated them, not leaving a single person alive.

By the time Long Yi and the others arrived, the Long Family's crisis had been completely resolved. It was then that Long Haoshi finally learned what his grandson had done in Thundercloud City. His accomplishments could only be described with one word: astounding.

「The Long Family Estate. A Private Courtyard.」

"Yuyin, I don't blame you, you don't need to be this sad." Looking at Yuyin's tear-streaked face, Long Ao felt utterly helpless. He would rather fight an Innate Martial Artist than face Wang Yuyin right now.

"I know it was my fault this time. It was all because of my father—he arranged to have me knocked unconscious. Even if you don't blame me, I blame myself."

'This is going to be a huge headache,' Long Ao thought. Summoning every last bit of his strength, he patiently began to console Wang Yuyin.