War God Long Ao

Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura.

CRACK.

The Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura instantly slew Ye Yidao. Without the slightest hesitation, Long Ao not only took his soul into the Dragon Seal Space but sent the corpse in as well.

"Master, with your current strength, the three Soul Slaves are of minimal help to you now."

Long Ao was confused, not understanding what Long Fu meant.

"Master, I plan to fuse the three Soul Slaves and this new soul with the corpse. I believe the resulting Corpse Slave's Cultivation can reach the Transformation Realm."

Hearing this, Long Ao was thrilled, for he knew exactly what a Transformed Martial Artist signified.

Of course, Long Ao understood Long Fu's intentions. He was simply trying to help him refine a powerful Corpse Slave to guard the Long Family.

Long Ao was well aware that at his current strength, the three Soul Slaves were indeed of no use. Keeping them around was a complete waste. That being the case, it was far better to fuse them with Ye Yidao's corpse and refine a Transformation-level Corpse Slave.

"Long Fu, I'll leave everything to you."

"Don't worry, Master."

Just as he was speaking with Long Fu, several figures shot out. They were envoys from the Flame Empire and the Thunder Empire, and they all stared at the spot where the corpse had just vanished, their faces filled with utter shock.

"Long Ao, hand over Ye Yidao's corpse."

Completely ignoring the Flame Empire's envoy, Long Ao let out a cold snort. "It was a life-and-death battle between us. Since he lost, he must accept the outcome."

The faces of the Flame Empire's envoys were incredibly grim. Had this been before, they would have attacked without hesitation. But now, even their strongest combatant, Ye Yidao, had been killed. Who among the forty people in this war between the two empires could possibly defeat this man?

A Fusion Martial Artist killed Ye Yidao?

Ye Yidao, an extraordinary figure ranked eleventh on the Hundred Battles Ranking, a Peak Unity Martial Artist.

Forget a mere Fusion Martial Artist; even a Unity Martial Artist shouldn't have been able to kill Ye Yidao.

For this very reason, the people from the Flame Empire could only swallow their anger. They glared daggers at Long Ao before finally departing.

Huo Lang was also shocked to his core. By killing Ye Yidao, Long Ao had taken his place at eleventh on the Hundred Battles Ranking. What did that even imply?

A Fusion Martial Artist ranking eleventh on the Hundred Battles Ranking... Such a thing was simply unprecedented.

"Long Ao."

Waving his hand dismissively, not giving Huo Lang any chance to speak, Long Ao said in a cold voice, "Huo Lang, don't provoke me. Otherwise, even if you are an envoy of the Thunder Empire, I will kill you all the same."

If Long Ao had said such a thing before, he would have definitely been met with ridicule and scorn.

But in the current situation, who would dare say another word?

A madman who could even kill Ye Yidao—who would dare to provoke him?

Huo Lang gave him a deep look, then turned and left with everyone. Only then did Bing Hun seem to snap out of it. He gulped hard; far from being troubled, he was excited. "Brother Long, congratulations on reaching eleventh on the Hundred Battles Ranking!"

"Brother Long, you really hide your strength well. You're not just a Dragon Martial Artist; your power alone is enough to dominate all other Innate Martial Artists. I can now say with certainty that you deserve to be called the number one expert of the Innate Realm."

Long Ao just smiled and didn't say much.

'I know perfectly well that with my own strength, I could never have killed Ye Yidao,' Long Ao thought. 'I wouldn't even be a match for Long Jing. But with Long Qiang's help, along with the Destruction Seal Technique and the Blood-Drinking Saber Technique, forget Long Jing—even killing Ye Yidao became possible.'

"Brother Long, there's a question I'd like to ask you."

Nodding, Long Ao said, "Go ahead."

"Brother Long, if I'm not mistaken, you can't be more than twenty years old. That being the case, why is your hair...?"

A full head of white hair on someone under twenty years old was a bizarre thing to see.

Long Ao didn't dwell on the matter of his white hair. As for what had happened, he didn't hide anything and gave a rough account of it.

After hearing the story, Bing Hun didn't press further, but a peculiar look appeared in his eyes. 'Such a devoted man... how many men in the world could do such a thing?'

"Brother Long, if you'll forgive my bluntness, with your current strength, you can dominate all other Innate Martial Artists even without your companion's help. So, I'm going to summon everyone and withdraw. This war between the empires is over. The Thunder Empire wins."

But Long Ao held up a hand. "Bing Hun, I will not participate in the rest of this war. Whether the Flame Empire or the Thunder Empire wins is for them to resolve on their own."

"Long Ao, you don't have to do this."

"My mind is made up. I'm going to cultivate now. Three days from now, regardless of whether the Thunder Empire or the Flame Empire wins, you and I will still be friends."

Bing Hun gave him a long, meaningful look, then nodded. He offered a few words of parting advice and turned to leave.

After killing Ye Yidao, Long Ao had no intention of continuing to fight for Soul Orders. The reason was simple: for his friend Bing Hun, he was effectively withdrawing from the war between the two empires.

Without leaving the Thunder Battlefield, Long Ao found a secluded spot and quietly began to cultivate.

The Nether Burning Seal. Having used it for the first time, Long Ao finally understood its true might. With the power of the Nether Burning Seal, he could even slay a Peak Unity Martial Artist. That fact alone made Long Ao incredibly eager.

'I know that my Nether Burning Seal hasn't reached the Great Success Realm yet,' Long Ao thought. 'Once I cultivate it to its absolute peak, I'll be able to kill Unity Martial Artists almost instantly.'

'And to think, my Cultivation has only just broken through to the Fusion Realm. If I can reach the Unity Realm, just how powerful will I become then?'

With this in mind, Long Ao focused on his Cultivation, practicing the Nether Burning Seal at the same time. Before he knew it, three days had quietly passed.

The war between the two empires had ended, with the Thunder Empire ultimately emerging victorious. After all, with Ye Yidao slain, Huo Lang was practically unrivaled among the forty participants. Because of this, the Thunder Royal Family was ecstatic.

The Flame Empire had a full twelve people killed and left in disgrace.

「Inside the great hall.」

Huo Lang and the others didn't dare say much. Although Long Ao was only at the Fusion Realm, he had been able to kill Ye Yidao. Based on that point alone, who would be blind enough to provoke a God of Slaughter, a madman?

Among them, the most shocked was Gu Bai. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that Long Ao, at the Fusion Realm, could actually kill Ye Yidao and take the eleventh spot on the Hundred Battles Ranking. What kind of concept was that?

'I thought Long Ao would die on the battlefield, but what happened instead?'

For this very reason, upon learning that Long Ao had killed Ye Yidao, Zhao Mang immediately sent down an order to fully support the construction of Red Fire Town.