War God Long Ao

With a final trace of unwillingness, Long Zhi collapsed.

"No one can stop me from becoming a Dragon Martial Artist. Long Zhi, your death paves the way for me, so don't blame your second brother."

CLAP, CLAP...

Long Ao clapped as he slowly walked out from behind, a look of contempt on his face. He looked at the other man and said coldly, "To kill your own brother... you really will stop at nothing."

Without a hint of surprise, Long Ming said indifferently, "Every man for himself. If word gets out that I have the Dragon Egg, I'm sure you know the consequences better than I do."

"Long Ming, I'm curious. Since you were afraid of this getting out and killed Long Zhi for it, aren't you afraid I'll leak it?"

"Long Ao, are you really this stupid, or are you just pretending? Did you really think you were going to get out of this alive?"

'What did he mean by that?'

Shaking his head with a smile, Long Ming said, "I don't mind telling you. The Patriarch only gave you a spot for Dragon Valley because he was interested in your potential. Whether you get the Dragon Egg or not, you will die when you leave Dragon Valley. Since that's the case, why would I bother with the extra trouble?"

'So that's how it is.'

All this time, Long Ao had been unable to figure out why Long Ying would choose him to enter Dragon Valley. After all, the spots were incredibly precious, and the Fifth Level Long Family had many talented disciples. Why him, of all people?

'It seems it's just as Long Ming said. Long Ying didn't approach me because he actually hoped I would get the Dragon Egg and become a Dragon Martial Artist. He was only after my potential and luck.'

Sometimes, whether or not you could accomplish something came down to luck in large part.

He had achieved so much in just a few months. In Long Ying's eyes, potential and talent were part of it, but the biggest factor was his luck. That was why he'd been given one of the priceless spots for Dragon Valley.

'Looks like if I get the Dragon Egg and return from Dragon Valley, not only will the egg be taken from me, but Long Ying will kill me. And if I don't get the Dragon Egg... I'm sure the result will be the same.'

'The Fifth Level Long Family... what a cruel reality.'

Long Ao had already adapted to this dog-eat-dog world. In the end, you could only rely on yourself. No matter what, he was the one who had chosen to enter Dragon Valley, so he couldn't blame anyone else.

"Long Ao, are you scared?"

"Long Ming, don't think you've already won. If I leave Dragon Valley and tell everyone what you've done, what do you think will happen to you?"

Hearing this, Long Ming's expression instantly turned grim. His voice was utterly cold as he asked, "Are you threatening me?"

"Haha, it's not a threat. I'm just telling you that not everyone is as shameless as you. Let me be clear: I'm not running away from Dragon Valley. I will return to your family, and I'd like to see just how they plan to deal with me."

"And you think you have a chance?"

Long Ao was no fool. He knew exactly what Long Ming meant. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber was already in his hand. He was extremely wary of Long Ming; after all, the man was an Evolutionary Martial Artist.

"Hahaha! Long Ao, your arrogance knows no bounds. Do you really think you're a match for me?"

"Fight."

That single, simple word—"Fight"—made Long Ao's intentions perfectly clear.

Just like that, Long Ao and Long Ming stared each other down. A powerful battle lust rose from both of them, clashing in the air. As a genius disciple of the Long Family, Long Ming wasn't just talented; his diligence and strength were also extraordinary.

"I will tear you to pieces!" With that, Long Ming shot forward. Long Ao sidestepped, moved in front of Long Zhi, and first collected his soul before swinging the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in a vicious chop.

He summoned his Soul Slave, and together, man and slave battled Long Ming. But even so, Long Ming was still in the Evolution Realm. Defeating him would be an almost impossible task.

Having collected Long Zhi's soul, Long Ao decided not to have Long Fu continue the Refinement into a Soul Slave. He had already made up his mind: unless he could hunt the soul of a Martial Artist at the Evolution Realm or higher, the souls of One-Line Heaven Martial Artists and Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artists would all go into the Blood Pool to be refined into pure power and transferred to him.

The Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques—First Technique, Netherworld Nine-Link Strike; Second Technique, Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer. One move followed another, each stronger than the last, in a continuous, unending barrage.

"Hahaha! Long Ao, I have to admit, with your strength, you are already unrivaled within the One-Line Heaven Realm. But the gap between One-Line Heaven and Evolution is greater than you can possibly imagine. I'll let you experience the power of an Evolutionary Martial Artist right now!"

The number one among One-Line Heaven Martial Artists, the strongest below the Evolutionary Martial Artists.

But One-Line Heaven was still just One-Line Heaven. In Long Ming's eyes, no matter how powerful his opponent was, they were simply not in the same league. Because of this, Long Ming suddenly unleashed a powerful Momentum—the unique power of an Evolutionary Martial Artist.

Momentum. With its aura alone, a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist was no match for an Evolutionary Martial Artist.

But what happened next left Long Ming utterly stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Momentum! You've actually condensed your own Momentum?"

'It's unbelievable. He actually condensed his own Momentum while still at the One-Line Heaven Realm.'

There were One-Line Heaven Martial Artists who had successfully condensed Momentum, but they were all prodigies of immense talent. Long Ming admired his opponent's gift, but he had never imagined it would be this formidable.

Because of this, the Killing Intent in Long Ming's heart grew even stronger. He secretly resolved to kill Long Ao no matter what. He couldn't risk seeing how powerful his opponent might become if allowed to continue growing.

Momentum. Even if a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist could condense Momentum, it was fundamentally different from the Momentum wielded by an Evolutionary Martial Artist.

And so, Long Ao was completely suppressed. Even his Soul Slave was unable to get near Long Ming. If this continued, forgetting about killing his opponent, whether he could even leave Dragon Valley alive was the biggest question.

"Die."

Seeing the sword slash coming at him, Long Ao didn't dare to face it head-on. He retreated in a single leap, landing three meters away.

A wise man knows not to fight a losing battle. His opponent was too powerful, and trying to defeat him now was practically a fool's dream. Long Ao didn't linger; he turned and made a swift retreat.

Long Ming didn't give chase. He watched the disappearing figure with cold eyes and suddenly burst out laughing. His laughter was filled with scorn and contempt as he cursed, "Trash will always be trash. Just you wait. Once I become a Dragon Martial Artist, I will definitely kill you."

He walked over to Long Zhi and looked down coldly at the corpse on the ground, without a shred of brotherly affection. He said, "Don't blame me. You brought this upon yourself."