War God Long Ao

When Long Ao had left earlier, he had placed a mark on Luo Cheng, so finding him was an incredibly easy task.

Of the ten original members of the Nebula National Protection Hall, aside from Long Ao and Hao Chao, Luo Cheng was the only one of the remaining eight who had survived. If the Nebula Kingdom were to learn of this, one could easily imagine the consequences.

It was for this very reason that Long Ao prepared to eliminate the problem at its root and completely conceal the matter.

In any case, Long Ao considered Ouyang Fei a friend. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to have a complete falling out with the Nebula Kingdom.

At this moment, Luo Cheng was experiencing both joy and sorrow. He was joyful because he had obtained a total of twenty-three Soul Orders from participating in the Thunder Battle, but he was sorrowful because his trusted subordinates had all been slain by Long Ao.

"Luo Cheng, you've been well, I trust."

Seeing Long Ao appear so suddenly, Luo Cheng froze for a moment. Then, a dark smile spread across his face. "Long Ao, you're really courting death. It seems you're as arrogant as they come."

Sneering in return, Long Ao glanced at their surroundings and suddenly smiled. "This is a nice place. Burying you here would be a fitting end for you."

"Hahaha." Hearing Long Ao's words was like hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world. Luo Cheng's expression instantly turned cold as he said grimly, "Long Ao, you came seeking death. You'll have no one to blame but yourself."

As he spoke, Luo Cheng shot forward in a single bound. Before he even arrived, his terrifying momentum bore down heavily.

As a Fusion Martial Artist, Luo Cheng was already incredibly strong. Attacking with his full power, his terrifying Spiritual Power materialized into a Sword Aura that viciously slashed downward.

But at that very moment, six illusory figures suddenly appeared beside Long Ao. They were none other than Mao Feng, Tong Bo, Hao Jiangjun, Ye Rong, Lin Yiyi, and Wang Huan, who had just been refined into Soul Slaves.

Luo Cheng, who had already unleashed his full-powered attack, came to an abrupt halt when he saw the six illusory figures appear.

Shock was written all over his face, as if he couldn't comprehend what was happening. Luo Cheng swallowed hard, looking like he had just seen a ghost.

"Impossible. This is impossible."

Luo Cheng muttered under his breath, his eyes widening. He never would have imagined that the six people he knew were dead would suddenly be resurrected.

'Have the six of them betrayed me?'

"You six, get over here at once! Are you trying to rebel?"

The six showed no reaction, their faces completely wooden. Seeing this, Luo Cheng grew even more shocked, wondering what on earth had happened to them.

"Luo Cheng, are you surprised?"

"Long Ao, what kind of trick is this?"

Without giving Luo Cheng a chance to speak, Long Ao gave the command. The six Soul Slaves swarmed forward. One could only imagine the power of six Evolutionary Martial Artists attacking in unison.

What's more, the Soul Slaves refined by Long Fu using the Blood Pool were far stronger than their original selves.

Although Luo Cheng was utterly shocked, he still didn't hold back in the slightest. He fought one against six, engaging the Soul Slaves in a fierce battle. They traded blows, and in the blink of an eye, ten rounds had passed with no clear victor.

Long Ao didn't stand idly by; he immediately joined the fray.

Wielding the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, Long Ao struck relentlessly, one slash after another. He instantly unleashed the first three of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques: the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike, the Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer, and the Sea of Blazing Flames.

The power of the third technique, Sea of Blazing Flames, was formidable on its own. When the first three techniques were combined, their power was far greater than the sum of their parts.

Soul Slaves. Even now, Long Ao didn't fully understand what these Soul Slaves refined by Long Fu were, because Long Fu had never explained anything about them to him.

Long Ao's knowledge of Soul Slaves was limited. He knew two things: first, that Soul Slaves were much stronger than their original selves, and second, that they each possessed an Undying Body, making them impossible to kill.

Precisely for this reason, even though the six Soul Slaves were not as strong as Luo Cheng, they threw themselves at him relentlessly, relying on their Undying Bodies like moths drawn to a flame.

The longer he fought, the more alarmed Luo Cheng became. He realized these six were essentially unkillable, and the thought of retreating began to form in his mind. He knew perfectly well that while he was stronger than any of them, his six opponents possessed Undying Bodies. 'If this keeps up,' he thought, 'can I possibly come out on top?'

Luo Cheng wanted to flee, but would Long Ao allow it?

With the six Soul Slaves assisting him, Long Ao attacked without a shred of mercy. While Luo Cheng was completely focused on fending off the six Soul Slaves, Long Ao silently unleashed the Soul-Sealing Seal.

The Soul-Sealing Seal never missed. It had never once failed.

This time was no exception. The Soul-Sealing Seal silently invaded Luo Cheng's body and began to erode his soul.

Under normal circumstances, Luo Cheng would have been able to expel this soul-eroding power. But the current situation was completely different. Long Ao gave him no such opportunity, his attacks growing stronger and more vicious with every move.

With his soul being eroded by the Soul-Sealing Seal from within and the six Soul Slaves pinning him down from without, Long Ao seized the golden opportunity. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand slashed out viciously.

The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber swung out at an unbelievable angle. The strike was true, catching Luo Cheng at the waist and slicing him in two.

"This can't be... Impossible."

Even at the moment of his death, Luo Cheng could not understand why the six people he knew to be dead were standing before him, alive, and helping Long Ao kill him.

Such is the fairness of the world; it offers no chances for regret.

Long Ao walked up to Luo Cheng and said in a cold voice, "You brought all this on yourself. You have no one to blame."

After watching Luo Cheng breathe his last, Long Ao took all the Soul Orders from his body. He turned to look at the six Soul Slaves beside him and sighed with a hint of lament.

Evolution-realm Soul Slaves were far more powerful than One-Line Heaven Soul Slaves. Coupled with their Undying Bodies, these six were simply formidable. 'With their help, on top of my own strength, it's no wonder I was even able to kill someone like Luo Cheng,' he thought.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Just then, a young man appeared up ahead. His expression was stern, and his body radiated waves of Killing Intent. He looked at Long Ao and sneered, "Long Ao, your growth is truly a pleasant surprise. At the Peak of Evolution, yet able to kill a Fusion Martial Artist. Not bad. Not bad at all."

The newly appeared young man was none other than Long Ming. He had successfully obtained a Fire Dragon Companion and, through another stroke of luck, his Cultivation had advanced another level, taking him directly from the Evolution Realm to the Fusion Realm. It was for this very reason that Long Ming dared to stride out so openly, even after witnessing Long Ao slay Luo Cheng.

"Long Ming."

Long Ao was also somewhat surprised; he never expected to run into Long Ming here. He sneered and scoffed, "Just someone I've already beaten."