War God Long Ao

Yet you brazenly crash this wedding. Let me ask you, are you even worthy of being a Martial Artist?

How shameless.

They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

Everyone stared at the shameless expression on Long Ao's face, and some had even started cursing him. Today was clearly the wedding of Zhang Zhihang and Ao Xue. Long Ao had come to crash it, yet now he was claiming that he and Ao Xue were deeply in love and that Zhang Zhihang was the one causing a disturbance. Such shamelessness was truly unparalleled in heaven and on earth.

Ignoring the surrounding curses and taunts, from Long Ao's perspective, the matter was simple. He and Ao Xue were in love and wanted to spend their lives together. It was only because of a piece of paper—a marriage contract—that Ao Xue was being forced to marry Zhang Zhihang. 'So isn't Zhang Zhihang the one trying to tear us apart?'

Too lazy to argue further, Zhang Zhihang took out the marriage contract from his robes, sneered, and said, "This is my marriage contract with Ao Xue. Let me ask you, you piece of trash, what do you have?"

"I have a heart that loves Ao Xue. I would die for her. Would you?"

The question left him speechless. There was no doubt about it; if someone asked whether or not he liked Ao Xue, Zhang Zhihang would say yes without hesitation. But die for her? That was absolutely out of the question.

In Zhang Zhihang's eyes, women were disposable.

"A marriage contract is worthless in my eyes."

Looking at the youth, who appeared cold and arrogant but was in fact utterly shameless, Zhang Zhihang suddenly burst out laughing. "You're absolutely right!" he cackled. "The marriage contract is meaningless! Long Ao, today I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Zhang Zhihang's killing intent was palpable. He cast all caution to the wind, even forgetting Long Ao's connection to the Ghost King Sect. Now, only one thought remained in his mind: to tear Long Ao asunder.

Zhang Zhihang moved again.

But in the next instant, Zhang Zhihang's expression changed drastically. He found that the space around him seemed to have frozen solid, locking his body in place. He couldn't move at all.

What happened to Zhang Zhihang?

Everyone stared as Zhang Zhihang's body came to a sudden halt. Shock was written all over their faces; they had no idea what was going on.

"Zhihang, what's wrong?" Even Zhang Mo sensed that something was off. He was, after all, a figure on the same level as Ghost King Ao Tian and could naturally detect the spatial fluctuations around his son.

'Could this be Long Ao's doing?'

At this speculation, Zhang Mo's expression changed as well. He couldn't fathom how Long Ao had managed to accomplish such a feat.

The God-Locking Pearl.

Long Ao was well aware that with his current strength, even ten of him combined would be no match for Zhang Zhihang. An Earth Emperor Martial Artist was, after all, an Earth Emperor Martial Artist. The difference in their power was undeniable.

The Soul-Sealing Seal, the Nether Burning Seal, the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques... none of them seemed to be effective against Zhang Zhihang.

That was why Long Ao had finally used the God-Locking Pearl. But the artifact was far too conspicuous. Once someone recognized it, even if he managed to leave the Ghost King Sect safely, he was certain that endless trouble would find its way to him in the future.

Having successfully used the God-Locking Pearl to temporarily immobilize Zhang Zhihang, Long Ao was overjoyed. How could he let such a golden opportunity slip by? In a single bound, he shot forward.

Before he even arrived, a Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura shot forth.

Long Ao knew that no matter how powerful the God-Locking Pearl was, Zhang Zhihang was still an Earth Emperor Martial Artist. The lock wouldn't hold him for long. He had to strike fast and settle this now. If he missed this chance, getting another would be nearly impossible.

The Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura streaked through the air like a meteor, slashing down in an instant.

But one had to admit, Zhang Zhihang was truly powerful. Even with the God-Locking Pearl, Long Ao could only hold him for a mere two seconds. Killing an expert of his caliber in that time was practically impossible.

"Hahaha, Long Ao, I have to admit, that locking move of yours is really impressive. But today, I'll let you see what true Martial Arts are!"

Zhang Zhihang had already figured it out. He was one hundred percent certain that his opponent was responsible for immobilizing him.

Even so, Zhang Zhihang still didn't see him as a threat. He decided to use the Golden Sun Sect's ultimate Martial Art: the Wind Shadow Palm.

The Wind Shadow Palm was one of the Golden Sun Sect's most powerful Martial Arts, as well as Zhang Zhihang's signature technique. In truth, given his power, he could have killed Long Ao with ease without resorting to it. Yet, he chose to use the Wind Shadow Palm anyway.

Zhang Zhihang's intention was simple: he wanted to use this opportunity to show the world just how powerful the Martial Arts of the Golden Sun Sect truly were.

Unleashing the Wind Shadow Palm with his full power as an Earth Emperor, the space was instantly filled with countless palm shadows. They coalesced into a Palm Shadow Shield, trapping Long Ao completely.

The Wind Shadow Palm—the strongest Martial Art of the Golden Sun Sect.

Seeing the sky filled with palm shadows, everyone came to the same conclusion: Long Ao was a dead man.

Never mind the others; even Zhang Zhihang himself believed that by using the Wind Shadow Palm, he could instantly kill his opponent.

But at that very moment, Long Ao let out a sharp cry. A Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura erupted, violently tearing open the Wind Shadow Shield. But just as Long Ao was about to break free, the palm shadows slammed into him, forcing him back inside.

Because of this, Zhang Zhihang's expression turned ugly. He had expected the Wind Shadow Palm to kill his opponent instantly, but now...?

"Die."

Inside the cage of palm shadows, Long Ao was relentlessly battered. No matter how fast he moved, he couldn't avoid being hit. Wounds began to cover his body. If this kept up, the outcome was obvious.

Wielding his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, Long Ao desperately attacked the surrounding palm shadows. He had to admit, this Martial Art from the Golden Sun Sect was incredibly powerful. 'If I didn't have the Dragon Seal Space absorbing half the impact,' he thought, 'I'd already be dead by now.'

He executed the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques, sending out wave after wave of Blade Auras to fend off the palm shadows. But the exchange was taking its toll. Gradually, Long Ao began to falter. Sweat poured down his pale face, and his body swayed, on the verge of collapse.

Long Ao knew with chilling certainty, 'I can only hold on for another ten seconds at this rate. After that, these palm shadows will surely kill me.'

'Am I going to die just like this?'

It wasn't that he was afraid to die. 'But I came to the Ghost King Sect for one reason: to rescue Ao Xue. And now? I'm about to be killed by Zhang Zhihang before I can even reach her.'

Left with no other choice, Long Ao decided he had to use the Divine Dragon Arm.

The secret of him being a Dragon Martial Artist... If that got out, the consequences would be unimaginable. That was why Long Ao never wanted to use the Divine Dragon Arm unless he had absolutely no other choice.