War God Long Ao

Just after leaving the Nebula Royal Family, Long Ao ran into Kuang Ao, the One-Armed Blade King.

Kuang Ao already knew what had happened to Long Ao. He felt a pang of sorrow, especially seeing the other man's head of white hair.

"Brother Long, are you all right?"

Shaking his head, Long Ao said, "I'm fine."

"I heard you're going to represent the Nebula National Protection Hall in the Thunder Empire's Thunder Battle?"

Long Ao knew exactly what Kuang Ao was worried about. Because of this, before Kuang Ao could try to dissuade him, he said, "My mind is made up on this matter."

Kuang Ao took a deep look at the young man before him. He knew Long Ao's personality; once he decided on something, he would almost never change his mind. So, Kuang Ao didn't press the issue further.

After a brief chat with Kuang Ao, Long Ao left and found an inn to stay at for the time being.

Night fell. Dark clouds gathered, blanketing the sky.

Inside the inn, Long Ao was lying on his bed with his eyes closed, resting and thinking of Yuyin. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. Killing intent surged as two golden rays shot from his pupils. A cold smirk touched his lips, and with a single flip, he vanished.

The night was exceptionally quiet.

CREAK. A window was opened without a sound. Figures shot in from outside—fourteen of them in total, all masked and dressed in black, each one radiating killing intent.

"Kill on sight. No survivors."

All fourteen were One-Line Heaven Martial Artists. Who in Nebula City could dispatch such a powerful force?

"Are you looking for me?"

Seeing the young man suddenly appear, the fourteen assassins were all surprised. They stood frozen on the spot, wondering how he had discovered them.

"A great reward for whoever kills this man."

Before the fourteen could act, Long Ao seized the initiative. He shot forward, and as he did, the Snow-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand unleashed the first technique of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques, the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike, followed by the second, Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer.

A terrifying, Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura descended like a meteor. Perhaps because Long Ao's speed was too great, some of them failed to dodge in time and were directly slain by the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber.

Killing three One-Line Heaven Martial Artists with a single strike—what did that even mean?

The remaining eleven assassins' faces fell in shock. Not daring to fight alone, they joined forces and attacked simultaneously. Their Fist Force stacked continuously, surging like a monstrous ocean tide, each wave stronger than the last.

Long Ao didn't dare to be careless either. As he released his Momentum, he also silently activated the Soul-Sealing Seal. It was like a Death Bell, tolling relentlessly in the minds of the eleven assassins.

Startled, the eleven had no idea what was happening. They stared at each other in shock and immediately circulated all their power to resist this terrifying Erosion Power.

Seizing this golden opportunity, Long Ao struck again with the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. The moment the Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura vanished, the bodies of the eleven assassins slowly collapsed. Along with them, the souls of all fourteen were taken by Long Ao.

'Once Long Fu completes the Refinement of the souls of these fourteen One-Line Heaven Martial Artists and I devour them, I'm confident I can break through to the Peak of One-Line Heaven and lay the foundation for reaching the Evolution Realm.'

"Long Fu, help me find out who sent them."

"Understood, Master."

A moment later, Long Fu replied, "Master, these men were sent by the Miao and Long Families."

'Just as I thought.'

Long Ao had already guessed that the assassins were most likely sent by the Fifth Level Long Family, but he hadn't expected the Miao Family to get involved. It seemed the Miao and Long Families had come to an agreement and wanted to eliminate him.

'The Miao Family, the Long Family.'

'Since you want to kill me, I won't be polite about it.'

At that moment, true killing intent stirred within Long Ao. However, he knew very well that now was not the time to deal with the two families. First, he had to obtain the Thousand-Year Thunder Fruit.

Because of this, Long Ao didn't immediately head to the two families for revenge. He disposed of the fourteen bodies, then closed his eyes to rest again, his mind filled with thoughts of Yuyin.

The Thousand-Year Thunder Fruit. No matter what, he had to obtain the Thousand-Year Thunder Fruit, because nothing could happen to Yuyin.

The Long Family estate.

Long Ying's expression was utterly grim. Just a moment ago, the seven One-Line Heaven Martial Artists he had sent out were all returned to him—as corpses. Long Ying was no fool. He had already guessed that they must have been killed by Long Ao, and that Long Ao had sent the bodies back on purpose.

Long Ying had to re-evaluate Long Ao's strength. The Miao and Long Families had sent a total of fourteen One-Line Heaven Martial Artists, yet they were all slaughtered by him. What did that imply?

"Long Ao, I won't let you go! I'll make sure you die without a proper burial!"

"Uncle, let me be the one to deal with Long Ao."

Just then, a young man entered from outside. His cold, handsome face was etched with killing intent. Long Ming radiated a powerful confidence, and even his aura had changed, now resembling a mass of flames.

"You successfully completed the Fusion with the Fire Dragon?"

Nodding, Long Ming seemed quite excited himself. "Uncle, I have officially fused with the Fire Dragon. Long Ao is no longer a match for me. And I'm going to charge up the Hundred Battles Ranking."

Long Ying didn't want Long Ming to reveal his full strength so early. After all, becoming a Dragon Martial Artist would attract the attention of other powers, especially the High Level Long Families, which would lead to significant trouble.

Long Ming knew this as well, but his expression was exceptionally resolute as he said, "Uncle, if the family wants to advance and enter Dragon Valley, I must keep getting stronger. Cultivating in seclusion is useless. I can only improve through constant trials. And Long Ao... he is my first Heart Demon. If I don't kill him, it will be difficult for my Martial Arts Cultivation to advance."

A Heart Demon was a Martial Artist's greatest obstacle. Once a Martial Artist developed a Heart Demon, their Martial Arts Cultivation would stagnate unless they could sever it.

Long Ming had been a genius in the spotlight his entire life. The only exception was Long Ao, who had utterly defeated him. This had become Long Ming's Heart Demon. Long Ying knew that if Long Ming wanted to achieve greater heights, Long Ao had to die.

Previously, Long Ying would have never agreed to this, but things were completely different now. Long Ming had become a Dragon Martial Artist. With him and the Fire Dragon working together, killing Long Ao would be a simple matter.

Because of this, Long Ying nodded and said, "In that case, you can handle it as you see fit. However, it's best not to make a move in Nebula City. From what I know, Long Ao is representing the National Protection Hall in the Thunder Battle a month from now. That will be your chance."

'The Thunder Battle?'

A cruel sneer slowly formed on Long Ming's lips. He gazed into the endless void and muttered to himself in an incomparably cold voice, "Long Ao, I will make you understand what a Dragon Martial Artist is. A Dragon Martial Artist is an existence you are utterly powerless to resist. Hmph. When the time comes, I'll make you kneel and beg before me."