War God Long Ao

Momentum!

A powerful Momentum erupted from both Long Ao and Long Ming, clashing against each other.

Sensing the Momentum released by the two, a strange glint appeared in Long Ying's eyes. The corner of his mouth curved into a cold smirk, for he was utterly confident that Long Ming could kill Long Ao.

The gap in power between the One-Line Heaven Realm and the Evolution Realm was immense; they weren't even in the same league.

"Long Ao, I'm going to tear you to pieces today."

The moment the words left his mouth, Long Ming, enveloped in his Momentum, shot forward.

Not daring to be the least bit careless, Long Ao summoned the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber into his hand and immediately unleashed the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike and the Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer in quick succession. The dual attack sealed off every possible path.

Sword Snake Spits Smoke! Long Ming dodged to the side, his Sharp Sword thrusting out at a clever angle. Saber and sword collided. A powerful shockwave erupted, and Long Ao was violently thrown back by the force of the sword strike, stumbling several steps.

'The Evolution Realm.'

Long Ao knew perfectly well that if his own Momentum could also undergo an evolution through his one hundred and eight acupoints, the situation would be completely reversed.

Strictly speaking, the reason he couldn't defeat his opponent came down to the difference in the strength of their Momentum.

The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber vanished. Long Ao suddenly began performing hand seals, his hands forming various Seal Techniques at maximum speed. This was the Destruction Seal Technique he had been constantly cultivating for the past month.

Long Fu had only taught him the first four seals of the Destruction Seal Technique: the Soul-Sealing Seal, the Nether Burning Seal, the Heaven-Burying Seal, and the Doomsday Seal. Over the past month of arduous cultivation, Long Ao had already achieved some proficiency with the Soul-Sealing Seal.

"What kind of Martial Art is this?"

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from his opponent's hands, Long Ming's expression changed drastically, a look of disbelief on his face.

All this time, Long Ming had believed that the gap between Realms was something that nothing could bridge—not even the Martial Arts that Martial Artists relied upon in battle.

"Soul-Sealing Seal."

The moment those three words were spoken, the Soul-Sealing Seal formed by Long Ao's hands invaded Long Ming's body with incredible speed.

"Impossible!" Long Ming didn't dare to press his attack, for he had discovered that his soul was being suppressed by a terrifying power. He focused all his energy on resisting the invasion of this power.

The Soul-Sealing Seal was the first seal of the Destruction Seal Technique. Although Long Ao knew it was powerful, he hadn't realized just *how* powerful it was until he used it against a real enemy.

Seeing Long Ming focused entirely on resisting the Soul-Sealing Seal, Long Ao was overjoyed. How could he pass up such a golden opportunity? The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber appeared in his hand, instantly unleashing the first strike, Netherworld Nine-Link Strike, and the second, Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer.

Nine layers of Sword Aura stacked one upon another, combined with the invading power of the seal—with this three-pronged attack, Long Ming's chances of survival were practically zero.

"That's enough."

Long Ying roared. With a casual wave of his hand, a terrifying force rolled out like a tidal wave. Long Ao, who had been intent on landing the killing blow, was nearly killed himself by this horrifying power.

Shaken to the core, Long Ao knew Long Ying's strength was far beyond Long Ming's. 'Could he be in the Fusion Realm or even the Unity Realm?'

"Long Ao, you may leave," Long Ying said. "But remember this: do not speak a word of Long Ming being recognized by the Dragon Egg. Otherwise, even if my Long Family is destroyed, we will drag your family down with us. You'd best be wise about this."

"Patriarch."

Waving his hand, Long Ying sighed deeply. Of course he didn't want to let the boy go, but when he thought of the Royal Family behind him, he knew he had no choice. The Fifth Level Long Family was no match for the Royal Family. Provoking them over a single person just wasn't worth it.

"I don't care what your objective is. I have only one thing to say to you: do not provoke me, and do not provoke my family. Otherwise, no matter what, I will repay every grievance twofold."

After speaking, Long Ao turned and left.

"Patriarch, why did you let him leave?" Forcibly suppressing the terrifying power still inside him, Long Ming was shaken to his very core. Even now, he found it hard to accept that, with his strength, he had actually lost to a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist.

In truth, a deep-seated fear had taken root in Long Ming's heart. 'If he can already defeat me now, what about in the future? Once Long Ao's Cultivation also breaks through to the Evolution Realm, will there be any place left for me?'

"Long Ao has become a member of the Royal Family's National Protection Hall. If we kill him, the Royal Family certainly won't let the matter rest. But rest assured, I won't let him live for long."

Long Ming seemed to understand the Patriarch's meaning. He nodded and said, "Patriarch, I wish to enter secluded cultivation for a year."

"Mm, I have already prepared a place for you. For the next year, no one will disturb you. Remember, you are the future hope of our family. No matter what happens to the family, nothing can happen to you."

Long Ying was no fool. He certainly understood Long Ming's importance now. He had been recognized by a Dragon Egg—a Fire Dragon, no less. Once it matured, he would become a powerful Dragon Martial Artist. For the Long Family, this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After leaving the Fifth Level Long Family, Long Ao didn't even have a chance to rest before Ouyang Fei found him.

Ouyang Fei looked extremely anxious. He got straight to the point, "Brother Long, where on earth have you been for the past month? I've been looking everywhere for you, and it's been killing me."

"Brother Ouyang, is something wrong?"

"Yes, we have a problem. You previously promised my father, the Emperor, that you would join the National Protection Hall and become one of the National Protection Masters. According to your duties, you were supposed to report to the Hall a month ago, but you vanished for the entire month. Now the National Protection Hall is very displeased with you and seems intent on making trouble."

Long Ao wasn't the least bit surprised by this. After all, the Nebula Royal Family's National Protection Hall was filled with experts as numerous as clouds. The weakest among them was at the Evolution Realm. 'As a mere One-Line Heaven Martial Artist,' he thought, 'how could I possibly earn their respect?'

"Brother Ouyang, I understand. Are you here to take me to the National Protection Hall to report in?"

"That's right. Let's go, quickly."

Shrugging, Long Ao didn't take the matter to heart. 'So what if I'm a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist?'

Following behind Ouyang Fei, Long Ao's mind was preoccupied with the events in Dragon Valley. Before long, they arrived at the area to the left of the royal palace. The entire northern section was the territory of the National Protection Hall. Under normal circumstances, no one dared to set foot inside—except for the Emperor of the Empire. Even Ouyang Fei was forbidden from entering without permission.

"Brother Ouyang, are you really not coming in?"

"Brother Long, I'd love to go in, but the National Protection Hall has a clear rule: aside from my father, the Emperor, no one in the entire Nebula Kingdom is permitted to enter without authorization. Trespassers will have their cultivation crippled for a minor offense, or be killed on the spot for a major one."

Shaking his head helplessly, Long Ao realized the National Protection Hall held a very high status within the Nebula Royal Family. Even the Crown Prince didn't dare to enter without permission.