War God Long Ao

This had to be a quick battle.

Long Ao knew, of course, that any delay would be fatal.

That was why Long Ao, wielding the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, unleashed slash after slash. He continuously used the Blood-Drinking Three Techniques, especially the third form: Sea of Blazing Flames.

Of the first three forms of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques, only the third, Sea of Blazing Flames, was suited for fighting large groups.

According to Tu Lei and Ye Hao's calculations, it should have taken Long Ao at least half an hour, maybe even a full one, to defeat over five thousand disciples.

By then, they could have reaped the rewards, finishing him off with ease. But what was the reality?

In less than three minutes, Long Ao had carved a bloody path through them. Bodies littered the ground, and rivers of blood flowed.

"Those who stand in my way will die!"

The killing had started to numb him, but Long Ao knew with perfect clarity that he had no other choice. As his roar echoed, he swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber once more. The Sea of Blazing Flames descended, blotting out the sky.

For some reason, the remaining disciples of the Liuyun Sect continued to throw themselves at him like moths to a flame. They knew it was a one-way path to death, yet they still roared in fury, charging forward one after another in an endless stream.

"Those who stand in my way die! Kill!"

As Long Ao's massacre continued, a Dragon's Roar suddenly echoed across the heavens. Long Qiang had been ready to emerge, but Long Ao forced him back.

He'd been startled.

Long Ao was no fool; he knew exactly how much trouble Long Qiang's appearance would cause. The issue wasn't the Liuyun Sect, but the Nebula Royal Family that ruled over them.

Long Ao knew perfectly well that Dragon Martial Artists only existed within the Long Clan of the Third Level and above. If the Long Clan discovered he was a Dragon Martial Artist, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That was why Long Ao had forcefully suppressed Long Qiang and charged forward once more.

And so, Long Ao carved a bloody path forward. Just as the remaining disciples were about to resume their suicidal charge, he suddenly spun around. He stared coldly at the less-than-half of the Liuyun Sect disciples that were left and demanded, "For a Sect and Elders like this, are you still willing to throw your lives away?"

As expected, Long Ao's words had an effect. The disciples all looked at one another in hesitation.

None of the disciples present were fools. They knew the Sect was using them as cannon fodder. 'But as disciples of the Liuyun Sect, were they really going to throw their lives away for nothing?'

It was unclear who started it, but soon, more than two thousand disciples turned and fled. In moments, they had vanished without a trace.

「Atop Flowing Cloud Peak.」

Bodies lay strewn across the ground in rivers of blood. More than half of the Liuyun Sect's disciples had been slaughtered, and the rest had fled. Strictly speaking, of the entire Liuyun Sect, only Tu Lei and Ye Hao remained.

They were generals with no army.

It would be a lie to say the sight of the corpses didn't affect them, but Ye Hao and Tu Lei knew that as long as they could kill Long Ao, they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice the entire Sect.

"Long Ao, I have to admit, you're incredibly strong—the most talented person I've ever seen. But regardless, you will die here today."

Tu Lei waved his hand, and Ye Hao shot forward. Before he even arrived, his powerful Momentum preceded him.

But before Ye Hao could react, Long Ao's Blood-Drinking Mad Saber came cleaving down. The Netherworld Nine-Link Strike, the Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer, and the Sea of Blazing Flames stacked one upon another, augmented by the corrosive power of the Soul-Sealing Seal. A single slash cut Ye Hao in two at the waist.

He killed Ye Hao in a single strike.

Tu Lei stared dumbly at the scene before him, finding it difficult to accept. He knew Ye Hao's strength perfectly well. He was the second-strongest master in the Liuyun Sect, second only to Tu Lei himself.

"Tu Lei, you're next."

'Of the entire Liuyun Sect, only Tu Lei remains. If I can kill him, not only will I have my revenge, but the Liuyun Sect will be completely annihilated.'

Tu Lei still seemed unable to accept this reality. But in the next second, he looked as if he had seen a ghost, staring dumbly at Ye Hao, who had seemingly risen from the dead. He nearly cried out in shock.

'A Soul Slave?'

Looking at the summoned Soul Slave, Long Ao knew it was one Long Fu had refined for him. 'The speed is a bit much, though.' But given the circumstances, he didn't dwell on it.

Tu Lei glanced at the corpse on the ground, then back at the figure of Ye Hao that had just appeared. "You're not Ye Hao," he said in disbelief. "You're just a soul?"

"It doesn't matter what he is. You are going to die."

Long Ao recalled Ye Hao's Soul Slave into the Dragon Seal Space. He had already instructed Long Fu to begin the Refinement of Ye Hao and the six Soul Slaves from the Nebula National Protection Hall, channeling all their power into Long Qiang.

"Tu Lei, today is a battle to the death between us. I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Hahaha! Long Ao, you think you're worthy?"

As if he'd just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, Tu Lei suddenly threw his head back and roared with laughter, his voice dripping with contempt and ridicule.

"Long Ao, I'd like to see you try and kill me today."

With that, Tu Lei finally made his move. As a Fusion Martial Artist, his strength was on a completely different level from Ye Hao's.

But Long Ao showed no fear. On the contrary, his fighting spirit surged.

White-haired and black-robed, the proud, solitary youth stood tall atop Flowing Cloud Peak, the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand.

He completely ignored Tu Lei. Only when Tu Lei was a meter away did Long Ao's body slowly begin to move. He simultaneously unleashed the Soul-Sealing Seal and the Blood-Drinking Three Techniques, while he himself sidestepped and launched an attack to the left.

'An expert's skill is revealed in a single move.'

In his heart, Tu Lei had looked down on Long Ao. But they had exchanged blows for less than a single round, and Tu Lei already knew: Long Ao's strength was nearly a match for his own. No wonder he had dared to attack the Liuyun Sect alone.

This only strengthened Tu Lei's resolve to kill him.

And so, the two fought. In the blink of an eye, three rounds had passed with no clear victor. They traded blows, each trying to land a fatal strike, giving the other no quarter.

The first three forms of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques—the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike, the Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer, and the Sea of Blazing Flames—instantly stacked together. Augmented by the Soul-Sealing Seal, they silently began to corrode Tu Lei's soul.

Even though Tu Lei was being cautious, he was still caught by the Soul-Sealing Seal's corrosion. Alarmed, he immediately split his power in two—one part to resist the bizarre, soul-eroding energy, and the other to continue his full-force assault on Long Ao.

With the Soul-Sealing Seal now inside Tu Lei's body, Long Ao was overjoyed. He would not let this golden opportunity slip by. He unleashed the Soul-Sealing Seal again and again, coordinating it with his Blood-Drinking Three Techniques. He forced Tu Lei back step by step, looking as if he could land the killing blow at any moment.

"Long Ao, you dare kill me?"

"Kill." At that moment, Long Ao felt no pity. His only thought was to cut the grass and pull up the roots.

"Enough, Long Ao! If you do not stay your hand, I will have no choice but to strike you down!" At that moment, a majestic voice rang out. Immediately after, three figures appeared atop Flowing Cloud Peak.