War God Long Ao

'Just someone I've already defeated?'

"Hahaha." At these words, Long Ming laughed as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, his face filled with disdain and contempt.

"Long Ao, do you know why I came to the Thunder Forest this time?"

"To kill me."

"Correct. Long Ao, you are indeed clever. But that cleverness ends today."

"Just you?" Long Ao was a little surprised. He could clearly sense that Long Ming was no longer the One-Line Heaven Martial Artist he once was, but a Fusion Martial Artist.

They were both Fusion Martial Artists, but their strengths were on completely different levels.

'When we entered Dragon Valley together, Long Ming obtained a Fire Dragon Egg. If all went as expected, it must have hatched and grown by now. Otherwise, given that I just killed a Fusion Martial Artist, would Long Ming be foolish enough to challenge me?'

'Among the Dragon Race, Fire Dragons are considered a very high Level.'

Because of this, Long Ao's expression turned grave. But things had already come to this. No matter what, he had to fight Long Ming.

"Long Ao, could it be you're scared?"

"Scared? My ass. Fight or get lost."

One had to admit, Long Ao was truly domineering. At his words, Long Ming's eyes grew cold. A terrifying, fiery aura suddenly erupted, and a fiery red Giant Dragon, over three meters long, appeared out of nowhere.

Looking at the Fire Dragon next to Long Ming, Long Ao showed no fear at all.

'Actually, I know perfectly well why Long Ming dares to summon his Fire Dragon,' Long Ao thought. 'It's only because this place is secluded. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the guts to do it, not in a million years.'

'Our trip to Dragon Valley was a secret we kept from the Long Clan. If the clan ever found out, we'd both be sentenced to death and hunted down without question.'

'That's why neither of us can just summon our Dragon Companions whenever we want. If the Long Clan were to learn of this, the consequences would be unthinkable.'

A cold sneer touched Long Ming's lips. "Long Ao, where's that little snake of yours?"

Feigning a look of sudden realization, Long Ming continued, "Oh, I almost forgot. Your little snake was just too ugly. I'm sure anyone would have given it up, not just you. Hahaha, Long Ao, I won't hold it against you."

"Moron."

"Long Ao, today, I'm going to show you what a real difference in power looks like."

With that, Long Ming and the Fire Dragon shot forward. No more trash talk. The man and dragon attacked as one, their combined might earth-shattering. The Fire Dragon in particular—forget its actual strength, its sheer Momentum was enough to make Long Ao feel suffocated.

Though startled, this was his first time fighting a Giant Dragon, and Long Ao was also incredibly excited. His battle lust surged. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand instantly unleashed the first three of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques: the first, Netherworld Nine-Link Strike; the second, Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer; and the third, Sea of Blazing Flames.

The moment their attacks collided, Long Ao's expression changed dramatically. He had known Long Ming's Fire Dragon would be powerful, but he had still underestimated its ferocity. A Fusion Peak Fire Dragon, plus Long Ming at the Fusion Realm—their combined strength was far greater than the sum of its parts.

Startled, Long Ao found that the Soul-Sealing Seal he cast was completely unable to corrode the souls of the Fire Dragon and Long Ming. Left with no other choice, he summoned his six Soul Slaves.

No matter how powerful Long Ming and the Fire Dragon's combined assault was, the six Soul Slaves all possessed an Undying Body. That alone was enough to keep the man and his dragon occupied.

'Should I use the Nine Needle God-Sealing again?'

Long Ao knew perfectly well what had happened last time. When he used the Nine Needle God-Sealing against the Liuyun Sect, he hadn't been consumed by the backlash. That was only because the sudden incident with Yuyin had caused a shift in his mental state, allowing him to barely withstand the recoil. His Cultivation had even shown faint signs of a breakthrough as a result.

'But he couldn't count on being that lucky every time. If he used the Nine Needle God-Sealing now and failed to resist the backlash, not only would he be unable to defeat Long Ming and the Fire Dragon, but it would also make a dire situation even worse.'

Long Ao was completely confident that if he used the Nine Needle God-Sealing, his power would skyrocket. Dealing with the Fire Dragon and Long Ming would be child's play. But after weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately decided against using it.

And so, without resorting to the Nine Needle God-Sealing, Long Ao was forced back step by step. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand couldn't cleave through the Flame Shield projected by the Fire Dragon. Even his Soul-Sealing Seal couldn't breach its defenses.

'The Soul-Sealing Seal has always been my trump card, but now…'

His trump card was useless. Long Ao's two greatest killing moves were the Soul-Sealing Seal and the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques.

With both of his killing moves rendered useless, Long Ao was momentarily at a loss. If this kept up, the consequences would be dire.

Long Ming wasn't even using his full strength, seemingly content to humiliate his opponent. The massive Fire Dragon continuously unleashed a torrent of Flames that blotted out the sky, ruthlessly bearing down on Long Ao. With this advantage alone, Long Ming was already in an unassailable position.

Just like that, Long Ming and his Fire Dragon pressed forward, while Long Ao was forced back again and again.

"Long Ao, weren't you so arrogant a moment ago? What's wrong now? Lost your nerve?"

"Hahaha, Long Ao, I'm going to make you suffer today!" Long Ming had never accepted his previous defeat at Long Ao's hands. He had been desperate for a chance to reclaim his pride. Now that he finally had one, how could he possibly let it go?

"Garbage."

"I'm garbage? You can't even beat garbage, which must mean you're worse than garbage."

Long Ming's face turned cold. He seemed unwilling to drag this out any longer. He had already summoned his Fire Dragon; if anyone else found out, it would bring him endless trouble.

With that in mind, Long Ming prepared to end the fight quickly. As the Fire Dragon unleashed its Flame Power, he shot forward himself, attacking with his full strength and focusing all his power into a single point.

Of course, Long Ao knew exactly what Long Ming was thinking. But at that very moment, a Dragon's Roar suddenly erupted from within Long Ao's robes, echoing between Heaven and Earth. In the next instant, a pure black Giant Dragon, over two meters long with a single horn on its forehead, appeared and locked its gaze on the Fire Dragon.

A Giant Dragon?

A black Giant Dragon?

A black, single-horned Giant Dragon?

Staring at the Giant Dragon that had suddenly appeared, Long Ming was completely dumbfounded. He never, ever would have imagined that his opponent also had a Giant Dragon. 'Could this Giant Dragon... be that so-called "little snake"?'

Although Long Qiang's body was only a little over two meters long, the moment it appeared, its powerful aura radiated outwards, completely enveloping the Fire Dragon. Within the Dragon Race, Giant Dragons were divided by Level. When two dragons were of equal strength, the suppression from a higher-Level dragon was enough to ensure an effortless victory.