War God Long Ao

On the Hundred Battles Ranking, even a single rank can represent a huge difference in strength.

Long Ao was completely confident he could defeat Madman Long, but he wasn't one hundred percent confident he could beat the One-Armed Blade King. This was the gap between the 77th and 78th places on the Hundred Battles Ranking.

The Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion was blood-red all over, with a pair of pure purple wings on its back. Its body was a full two meters long, and it looked incredibly powerful. However, the One-Armed Blade King's strength was not to be underestimated. With every rise and fall, the great saber in his hand struck true, never missing its mark.

Sensing the blade's Momentum released by the One-Armed Blade King, Long Ao was a little surprised. 'As expected of a battle maniac. This Momentum alone is enough to look down on all other One-Line Heaven Martial Artists.'

Momentum was a power unique to Evolutionary Martial Artists.

But there were always exceptions. Some One-Line Heaven Martial Artists, and even some Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artists, could condense their own Momentum under certain fortuitous circumstances.

However, this type of Momentum was somewhat different from that possessed by Evolutionary Martial Artists. After all, Evolutionary Martial Artists evolved their acupoints, cultivating and condensing Momentum to integrate it into their own power.

Without a doubt, being able to condense his own Momentum while only at the One-Line Heaven Realm was in itself a testament to the One-Armed Blade King's talent, potential, and strength.

The Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's wings began to channel the surrounding lightning. Everyone could clearly sense a frenzied aura fluctuating in the air.

Before everyone's shocked gazes, a powerful, dark purple Power of Thunder and Lightning began to emerge from the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's wings. As it flapped them continuously, terrifying bolts of lightning shot out, relentlessly attacking the One-Armed Blade King.

Because of this, the One-Armed Blade King was slowly starting to be overwhelmed.

Everyone in the vicinity was being attacked by the Power of Thunder and Lightning released by the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion. To protect themselves, they all scattered in every direction. In the blink of an eye, they had all vanished without a trace.

The Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion was an Innate Spirit Beast. Not only was it powerful, but it could also channel the Power of Thunder and Lightning from Heaven and Earth. Forget a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist; even an Evolutionary master might not be able to slay it with ease.

Seeing the One-Armed Blade King being pushed back step by step, Long Ao decided not to remain a spectator.

With a single leap, his body shot forward. Before he even arrived, he had already unleashed his Netherworld Nine-Link Strike. One punch stacked upon another, its power instantly amplifying to the full Nine-Link Attack as the terrifying Fist Force smashed violently against the Thunder and Electric Shield.

Seemingly surprised, the One-Armed Blade King still said urgently, "Break the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's Thunder and Electric Shield first."

Nodding, Long Ao didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber appeared in his hand, and he swiftly struck out with Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer.

A Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura continuously hacked at the Thunder and Electric Shield. With two One-Line Heaven Martial Artists, both peerless geniuses ranked 77th and 78th on the Hundred Battles Ranking, joining forces, one could only imagine their might.

"Attacking alone, it's impossible for either of us to break this Thunder and Electric Shield."

The One-Armed Blade King nodded in agreement. "Alright," he said. "Let's join forces. We'll focus all our power on a single point."

Long Ao found himself feeling a strange sense of affinity for this frenetic, powerful One-Armed Blade King. It was a peculiar feeling, but people are often like that.

"If we manage to kill the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion, how about we split it evenly?"

Before they launched their all-out attack, the One-Armed Blade King brought up how to divide the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion. Long Ao readily agreed. After all, they had both come for the beast. It wouldn't be worth it to kill it together only to fall out over how to split the spoils.

In the shortest possible time, Long Ao and the One-Armed Blade King reached a tacit understanding. They were like old friends who had known each other for years as they each unleashed their strongest attack, concentrating their power on a single spot on the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion.

The two One-Line Heaven Martial Artists unleashed their strongest attacks, their power stacking continuously like a surging flood or a violent storm.

BOOM.

With an earth-shattering sound, the Thunder and Electric Shield on the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion was instantly shattered at that single point, breaking apart and vanishing into fragments.

The Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's greatest strengths were its Thunder and Electric Shield and its Power of Thunder and Lightning. Now that its defenses were broken, its body was slammed violently to the ground. Blood poured from its seven orifices—it had been killed.

'That easy?'

Staring at the corpse on the ground, both Long Ao and the One-Armed Blade King were dumbfounded, completely unsure of what had just happened.

Although both were confident in their own strength, they weren't arrogant. They knew perfectly well how strong the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion was; even by joining forces, it should have been impossible to kill it so easily.

The two exchanged a look and saw the same curiosity in each other's eyes.

They immediately began to inspect the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's body. Upon examination, they were both surprised. The One-Armed Blade King said in a cold voice, "So it was already injured. Who could have wounded the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion but not finished it off?"

They were both very curious about this. They knew that if someone was powerful enough to injure the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion, why would they give up the chance to kill it?

It defied common sense.

"My name is Kuang Ao."

The One-Armed Blade King, Kuang Ao. Long Ao smiled and said, "I'm Long Ao. It seems we're quite fated to meet. Both of our names contain the word 'Ao'."

Kuang Ao's expression was cold and emotionless, neither smiling nor frowning, like a corpse. He nodded and said, "Thanks for your help. Regardless, we've killed the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion. As we agreed, we'll split it fifty-fifty."

Fifty-fifty.

A Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion had only three valuable parts: its soul, its Beast Pill, and its body. The moment it was killed, Long Ao had silently taken its soul and given it to Long Fu within the Dragon Seal Space.

Because of this, Long Ao thought for a moment and said, "You can take your pick between the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion's Beast Pill and its body."

Seeming somewhat surprised, Kuang Ao didn't choose immediately. Instead, he asked, "Long Ao, did you come to kill the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion for the Nebula Royal Family's recruitment for Princess Zixia?"

"No."

"Pardon my asking, but why did you want to kill the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion, then?"

"To craft a Spirit Recovery Pill."

"You're an Alchemist?" Seeming even more surprised, Kuang Ao finally took a careful look at the young man before him. He had personally witnessed the power the boy had just displayed. It was formidable—even he wasn't completely confident he could defeat him.

As if he had just realized something, Kuang Ao's voice grew louder. "Are you the Long Ao who recently defeated Madman Long and entered the Hundred Battles Ranking?" he asked.

"It was a lucky win. But yes, I am indeed an Alchemist. I came to kill the Purple-Winged Blood Gold Lion to get its Beast Pill for a Spirit Recovery Pill. But as I said, you can choose first between the body and the Beast Pill."