War God Long Ao

A long, thundering roar rolled in, filled with unending fury and killing intent.

Before he even arrived, a terrifying aura washed over them, vast and oppressive.

Long Ao was different from other Thunder Tribulation Martial Artists. He had devoured and successfully fused with Thunder Tribulation Power. As a result, the power he unleashed carried the might of thunder and lightning.

The Thunder Tribulation was one of the most powerful forces between Heaven and Earth. The might of its thunder alone was more than any ordinary person could withstand.

Enveloped by the terrifying might of the Thunder Tribulation, everyone's expression changed drastically. Ouyang Fei's face, in particular, grew as dark as it could possibly be, for he knew exactly who this suddenly-appeared youth was.

'Long Ao?'

'Why isn't Long Ao dead?'

At this moment, Ouyang Fei was terrified. After all, Long Ao's strength was undeniable. Even with twenty Innate Martial Artists and an army of a million, he knew they were no match for him.

'I thought for sure he would die when he ran into the old ancestor, but now...'

Ouyang Fei had never imagined that Long Ao would not only survive but also return in the nick of time. This was precisely why he didn't flee. He knew in his heart that trying to escape now would be useless. Since that was the case, why bother running?

The terrifying might of the Thunder Tribulation swept in like a mad tornado.

His white hair danced wildly, and thunderclouds roiled around his black-robed figure.

Long Ao's figure appeared, Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in hand. The fury and killing intent in his heart seethed like a volcano on the verge of eruption. He was lucky to have arrived in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"Nebula Royal Family... die."

Raising his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, Long Ao brought it down in a smooth arc. The strike looked deceptively simple, but its power was terrifyingly immense. It was, in fact, his strongest technique.

Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques. The first technique, Netherworld Nine-Link Strike; the second, Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer; and the third, Sea of Blazing Flames, were all auxiliary. He stacked all three of them directly into the fourth technique: World-Ending Blade Aura.

Not only that, but this fusion of four sword techniques also incorporated the Soul-Sealing Seal, the Nether Burning Seal, and his Thunder Tribulation Power.

A colossal Sword Aura descended, carrying world-destroying Momentum. Everyone felt the terror of the Sword Aura, their faces etched with shock. They were left completely dumbfounded, frozen in place.

Ouyang Fei, in particular, was stunned. He never imagined that in just one day and night, Long Ao's strength could have reached such a level. Not daring to linger, he immediately shot to the side. As a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist, Ouyang Fei was incredibly fast and managed to dodge away in an instant.

The colossal Sword Aura.

But Long Ao's strike wasn't aimed at Ouyang Fei at all. Otherwise, with Ouyang Fei's power, he would have had no chance of dodging the colossal Sword Aura.

The might of the Thunder Tribulation enveloped the million-strong army as the colossal Sword Aura came crashing down. The terrifying Sword Aura and the Thunder Tribulation's power scattered in all directions, covering everyone in the vicinity. Not a single person was spared; all were caught within its range.

A horrifying scene unfolded. As the colossal Sword Aura passed, the entire million-man army was slaughtered. Such was the might of a single strike.

Long Ao paid no mind to the souls of the million soldiers. In this moment, he had truly given himself over to the impulse to kill. Otherwise, he would not have slaughtered the Nebula Royal Family's million-strong army.

'A million people... slaughtered?'

The fighting within Red Fire Town had already ceased. The twenty Innate Martial Artists stared blankly at the distant massacre, their bodies trembling in disbelief.

'To annihilate a million-strong army with a single strike... What did that even mean?'

Everyone knew that the Long Ao before them was a completely different person from before. One only had to think about what it meant to slaughter an army of a million with a single strike to understand just how powerful he had become.

It wasn't just the twenty Innate Martial Artists from the Nebula Royal Family; even the people of Red Fire Town wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Long Haoshi and Wang Yidao glanced at each other, and both saw the profound shock in the other's eyes. Wang Yidao said, "Brother Long, with a grandson like him, you've truly lived a worthwhile life."

Nodding, Long Haoshi's face was filled with elation. He too had never imagined his grandson would not only arrive in the nick of time but also be so powerful as to slaughter the Nebula Royal Family's million-strong army with a single move.

Having arrived and annihilated an army of a million in his fury, Long Ao watched Ouyang Fei prepare to flee. He let out a cold laugh and said, "Brother Ouyang. It's been a while."

'Brother Ouyang?'

A bitter smile crossed Ouyang Fei's face. He stopped trying to flee and turned to face the young man opposite him. "Long Ao," he said, "I know I've wronged you. But you have to understand, as a member of the Royal Family, I had no other choice."

Long Ao only sneered, saying nothing.

"Long Ao, as the Crown Prince, sometimes if I make a mistake, it's not just my throne at stake, but my very life."

With a deep sigh, Ouyang Fei trailed off, but his meaning was clear: he had been forced to act, and it wasn't his fault.

Hearing this, Long Ao's face filled with contempt and disdain.

"Ouyang Fei, I considered you a friend, even a brother. Regardless of my feud with the Nebula Royal Family, I chose to trust you. But you turned out to be so shameless, harming my family... You're truly despicable."

Smelling the reek of blood that permeated the air, Ouyang Fei's expression grew impossibly grim.

He had come with twenty Innate Martial Artists and an army of a million, thinking he could easily destroy Red Fire Town and prove himself to his Imperial Father. But now? Long Ao's sudden appearance had thrown all his plans into chaos.

Ouyang Fei knew in his heart that his chances of survival were less than ten percent. Because of this, he suddenly smiled and said, "Long Ao, I have to admit, you are a true talent. I believe that in a few short years, you will soar to unimaginable heights. But I can tell you this for certain: the Thunder Empire will not let you go."

"Whether the Thunder Empire lets me go or not is none of your business."

"Haha, you're right, it really isn't any of my business. But Long Ao, I was outplayed this time. I never imagined you could survive your encounter with the old ancestor. A loss is a loss, and I accept it. Long Ao, no matter what happens, we were once friends. I have a favor to ask you."

Long Ao said nothing, tacitly agreeing.

"Long Ao, I only hope that after I die, you can return my body to the Nebula Royal Family. A fallen leaf returns to its roots, and I don't want to die out here. For the sake of the friendship we once shared, I hope you can agree to this."

'A fallen leaf returns to its roots?'

'If you knew it would come to this, why did you do it in the first place?' But Long Ao didn't say the words aloud. As Ouyang Fei had just said, no matter what, they had once been friends. Thinking of this, Long Ao suddenly said, "You can go."

"You're letting me go?" Ouyang Fei seemed unable to process it, his face a mask of astonishment. He had no idea what kind of trick Long Ao was trying to play.