War God Long Ao

Bing Hun had reached the end of her patience.

'I've seen shameless people before, but never anyone this depraved and despicable.'

Long Jing wasn't worried in the slightest, seemingly confident that everything was under his control.

In the blink of an eye, the two had clashed fiercely. Perhaps due to carelessness or perhaps because she was blinded by rage, Bing Hun fell for his trick almost immediately.

Long Ao was also greatly surprised. No longer hiding, he shot forward like an arrow. Before he even arrived, his terrifying aura swept out, blanketing the area with immense pressure.

Long Jing, who had been smugly celebrating his success, was suddenly aghast. He failed to react in time, and the Sword Aura from Long Ao's strike grazed past his shoulder. Had he not dodged just in time, that single blow might have been enough to take his life.

When Long Jing saw his attacker clearly, his face darkened to an extreme.

"Long Ao, you're actually helping the Flame Empire? You are far too audacious."

Long Jing never would have imagined that Long Ao, an Envoy of the Thunder Empire, would step in to help Bing Hun at this moment. 'Has this boy betrayed us?'

"You may look like a man, but you have the shameless depravity of an animal. Long Jing, scum like you deserves to be killed by anyone and everyone."

"Long Ao, you're courting death."

Ignoring Long Jing, Long Ao channeled his power into Bing Hun's body. Within a few short seconds, she had recovered. Only then did Long Ao let out a sigh of relief.

"Long Ao, I was just careless, I..."

Not giving Bing Hun a chance to continue, Long Ao said, "Leave this to me. I'll get revenge for you."

After giving him a deep look, Bing Hun finally nodded and said, "Be careful."

Turning around, Long Ao stared coldly at Long Jing before him and suddenly said, "Long Jing, you dared to harm my friend. Die."

"Just you?"

Long Jing's face was filled with contempt. In his mind, he was a Unity Martial Artist, while his opponent was a mere Fusion Martial Artist. 'Is a Fusion Martial Artist even qualified to fight a Unity Martial Artist? No, he's not worthy of being my opponent.'

"Die."

Not bothering with any more nonsense, Long Ao charged.

While unleashing the Soul-Sealing Seal, he also viciously swung his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. He stacked 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.

'It can't penetrate?'

The moment the Soul-Sealing Seal began to invade Long Jing's body, Long Ao was shocked to discover it couldn't penetrate him at all.

'With the Soul-Sealing Seal rendered useless, it'll be incredibly difficult to kill a Unity Martial Artist at my current level of strength.'

Long Ao was no fool. Although Long Jing had used a dirty trick to defeat Bing Hun in one move, it still showed that his strength far surpassed hers. Besides, it wasn't as if a Fusion Martial Artist could succeed with such a trick against a Unity Martial Artist.

The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber fell in a continuous, unending flurry of strikes.

Long Jing sneered, full of confidence. He countered each move with apparent ease. However, as the fight intensified, he slowly began to realize that his opponent's strength surpassed his expectations. He started to use his full power, and on several occasions, he was nearly obliterated.

A Dragon's Roar sounded.

Just as Long Jing was giving it his all, Long Qiang's colossal body appeared, and a series of Dragon's Roars echoed between Heaven and Earth.

All the people currently locked in combat or searching for opponents raised their heads to look in the same direction. Every face was a mask of shock. After all, they all knew exactly what a Dragon's Roar meant.

The most shocked of all were Bing Hun and Long Jing.

Bing Hun and Long Jing knew very well what it meant for Long Ao to possess a Dragon Companion.

A Dragon Martial Artist—the most powerful existence within the Long Clan. But becoming one was no easy feat. At a minimum, one had to be a disciple from a family of the Third Level or above. That single requirement excluded most people.

"Long Ao, you can't be a Dragon Martial Artist! Impossible!"

Long Jing was so shocked he was nearly killed. As he dodged, he continued to roar in a frenzy. 'It's infuriating! That guy is just a disciple from a Low-Level Long Family branch, yet he's already a Dragon Martial Artist! And me?'

Once a person's state of mind is shaken, their combat effectiveness and strength weaken drastically. For this very reason, Long Ao refused to let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.

Long Qiang's strength far surpassed Long Ao's. One could only imagine how powerful they would be once they joined forces.

Following the Dragon's Roar, Long Qiang launched his own ferocious assault against Long Jing.

Clenching her fists tightly, Bing Hun watched the young man forcing Long Jing back step by step, her heart filled with incomparable shock.

'Now I think I understand why Long Ao rose so suddenly... A Dragon Martial Artist, the most powerful existence in the Long Clan.'

Long Ao and Long Qiang showed no mercy, attacking him from both the left and right. Long Jing was constantly forced to retreat, and even then, he became covered in wounds from their assault. It looked as if he could be struck down at any moment.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more his composure crumbled. Naturally, Long Jing dared not stay any longer.

"Long Ao, if you let me go this time, I will teach you the Yin Yang Replenishing Skill. How about it?"

"Teach my ass!"

Long Ao disdained to cultivate such an Evil Cultivation Technique. He had already decided this man had to die.

For this very reason, not only did Long Ao not hold back in the slightest, but he fought even more fiercely. Especially with Long Qiang's help, the man and dragon duo were incredibly ferocious, every move vicious and every strike a killing blow.

"Long Ao!"

Giving Long Jing no chance to speak, Long Ao and Long Qiang unleashed their most powerful joint attack. Long Jing's mind was now in chaos, making it impossible for him to withstand their combined assault.

A devastating blow from Long Ao and Long Qiang sent Long Jing's body flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.

Naturally, Long Ao wasn't going to miss this opportunity. He rushed forward to Long Jing's body and immediately retrieved the Soul Order. But just as he was about to capture Long Jing's soul, his expression changed drastically. Forgetting the soul, he turned, grabbed Bing Hun, and fled.

Just as they left, numerous figures shot in from all directions. In the blink of an eye, more than ten people surrounded Long Jing's body. Huo Lang was among them.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Huo Lang's expression turned incredibly foul. They had barely been on the battlefield for an hour, and his side had already lost a man. It seemed the situation was not in their favor.

"A Dragon's Roar... I never thought the Flame Empire would actually have a Dragon Martial Artist. They really hide their strength well."