War God Long Ao

Thundercloud City, the Sixth Level Long Family.

"The Young Master is back! The Young Master is back!"

As the servants' joyous cries spread, it wasn't long before Long Yancheng and the others appeared in the Long Family courtyard. Their faces lit up with joy as they watched the young man walk in from outside.

He had thick brows, large eyes, and resolute features. A grim Killing Intent unconsciously radiated from him. Upon seeing Long Yancheng and Long Heming, the young man quickened his pace, knelt to the ground, and said, "Grandfather, Father, I'm back."

Helping his most prized grandson to his feet, Long Yancheng's eyes welled with tears as he repeatedly said, "Good. Good."

"Father, where's Yulang?"

The young man was known as Madman Long because ever since he was a child, he had focused on only one thing: Cultivation. Precisely for this reason, Madman Long had entered the Hundred Battles Ranking before the age of twenty-five, placing seventy-eighth.

Madman Long was the pride of the entire Long Family, and even of Thundercloud City itself. Hailed as the city's foremost expert, legend claimed that his Spiritual Power had already filled all one hundred and eight of his acupoints. Once he condensed his own Momentum and successfully completed his Evolution, he could officially break through to the Evolution Realm.

"Feng'er, Yulang was brutally killed. He's... gone."

Hearing that his own brother was dead, Madman Long looked as if he couldn't believe it. His face instantly darkened, and an icy Killing Intent radiated from him as he asked venomously, "Who was it?"

"The Red Fire Town Long Family. Long Ao."

Madman Long had doted on this younger brother his entire life. The main reason he had traveled such a great distance to return was for Long Yulang. 'But now?'

With Killing Intent surging around him, Madman Long clenched his fists and practically roared, "I will annihilate the Red Fire Town Long Family!"

"Who the hell do you think you are? You dare speak of annihilating my Long Family?"

Everyone's expression turned strange as they watched the young man walk in through the doors. No one had expected him to arrive so brazenly. 'Is he really that confident?'

"You're Long Ao?"

"I am. And if I'm not mistaken, you must be Madman Long?"

"You killed Yulang. I don't care who you are—you're going to die," Madman Long declared. A powerful Killing Intent burst from him, pressing down with overwhelming force. The aura of a Peak One-Line Heaven Martial Artist was like a monstrous wave, each crest higher than the last, crashing down relentlessly.

But Long Ao stood proudly, seemingly unfazed by the pressure of his opponent's aura.

This surprised Madman Long. 'No wonder he was able to kill my brother,' he thought. 'His Cultivation has already broken through the Hundred Scattered Heaven Realm and reached the One-Line Heaven Realm.'

'Others might not know what the One-Line Heaven Realm signifies, but how could I not?'

"One-Line Heaven."

One-Line Heaven?

Hearing his grandson's words, Long Yancheng was surprised, but more than that, he was in disbelief. 'Not long ago, this very youth was at my mercy, completely unable to fight back. How much time has passed since then?'

'With such talent and potential, if he's given more room to grow, won't he become powerful enough to defy the heavens?'

"You're not bad yourself. Peak of One-Line Heaven."

Of course, Long Ao had heard of the man before him. Madman Long was the top genius of the Sixth Level Long Family. He had broken through to the Innate Realm at a young age, charged onto the Hundred Battles Ranking, and advanced triumphantly all the way to seventy-eighth place.

'Seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking and a Peak One-Line Heaven Martial Artist.' One could only imagine how formidable this Madman Long truly was.

"So what if you've reached the One-Line Heaven Realm? Trash is still trash, and you'll never amount to anything. Ten moves. If I can't defeat you within ten moves, I'll slit my own throat right here."

'Slit his own throat?'

"Feng'er!"

Waving his hand dismissively, Madman Long radiated immense self-confidence. "If I can't defeat this piece of trash within ten moves," he said, "then there's no point in me living anyway."

After taking a long look at his grandson, Long Yancheng finally nodded. He had immense confidence in the boy. 'After all,' he thought, 'my grandson not only possesses formidable talent, but his strength is also extraordinary. At such a young age, he's already secured the seventy-eighth spot on the Hundred Battles Ranking. That achievement alone is unrivaled.'

"If I can't defeat you within ten moves, I'll slit my own throat right here. But if, by some chance, I win, I only ask that the grudge between us not involve our families. How about it?"

This was the main reason Long Ao had come. 'As for the enmity between me and the Sixth Level Long Family, we can deal with that later,' he thought. 'Besides, a man's troubles shouldn't involve his family. As long as this isn't a grudge that demands the extermination of a clan, I won't make a move against the Sixth Level Clan in the future.'

"Fine. I'd like to see just how you plan to defeat me in ten moves."

Madman Long simply didn't believe that this piece of trash before him could defeat him in ten moves. It was as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

It wasn't just Madman Long; everyone else also wore expressions of ridicule. It was like a newborn baby claiming it could defeat a grown man in ten moves. Was that even possible?

"Father, what do you think are Feng'er's chances of winning?" For some reason, whenever he thought about their opponent's talent and potential, Long Heming had a bad feeling. 'If, by some misfortune, my son loses, what will I do then?'

"Hmph. It's not as if you don't know Feng'er's strength. Based on what? This piece of trash? Do you really think he can defeat Feng'er?"

Seeing the worry on his son's face, Long Yancheng said coldly, "He's seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking. Barring any surprises, with Feng'er's current strength, he should be able to challenge for an even higher position."

The Hundred Battles Ranking.

The thought that his son was ranked seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking brought a venomous look to Long Heming's face. 'After all, my most beloved son was killed by this person. If I don't get revenge, how can I face my son in the afterlife?'

「The Ten-Move Battle」

Long Ao and Madman Long stared intently at one another, the powerful battle intent radiating from their bodies colliding violently. 'I have to admit,' Long Ao thought, 'for Madman Long to make it onto the Hundred Battles Ranking at such a young age... forgetting his strength for a moment, that battle intent alone is something no ordinary person could possess.'

As their battle intent surged, everyone nearby quickly retreated. In a duel between One-Line Heaven Martial Artists, the aura alone was enough to crush an ordinary Postnatal Martial Artist. In the entire Long Family, only Long Yancheng had reached the One-Line Heaven Realm, allowing him to stand his ground and spectate.

Clenching his fists, his battle intent soaring and Killing Intent surging, Madman Long suddenly spoke, his voice cold. "It doesn't matter what my brother did wrong, you shouldn't have killed him. A life for a life. Today, I will take yours and get justice for my brother."

He was clearly intent on killing. The moment he attacked, Madman Long unleashed his Tiger Claw. As someone ranked seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking, Madman Long's strength and combat experience were leagues beyond anything Long Yulang could have compared to.