War God Long Ao

Zhang Zhihang wasn't the least bit angry.

"Long Ao, you're truly impressive. Your talent is the greatest I've ever seen, perhaps even comparable to those two. But just as you said, your birth has already limited your potential."

Long Ao said nothing. In his eyes, a battle was inevitable. That being the case, there was no point in talking.

"Long Ao, I'll let you have a taste of this now."

Before Zhang Zhihang could even finish his sentence, Long Ao's body shot forward, choosing to strike first.

Before he even arrived, a Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura preceded him. Immediately after, Long Ao's Divine Dragon Arm also smashed forward viciously. There was no Dragon's Roar, not a hint of Dragon Breath, but the Divine Dragon Arm was just that powerful.

Moreover, Long Ao had also activated the God-Locking Pearl. As its aura scattered, Zhang Zhihang's body was locked down once again.

His expression turned incredibly grim. Circulating all the power in his body, he instantly shattered the lock. Although he was an Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist, Zhang Zhihang didn't dare to be the least bit careless, especially since his opponent had just broken through his Infinite Wind Shadow.

Zhang Zhihang had complete confidence that with his strength, a single Wind Shadow Palm could instantly kill not just a mere Transformed Martial Artist, but even a Human King Martial Artist. But what about his opponent?

Not only had he not been instantly killed, he had actually broken through his Infinite Wind Shadow.

「In the plaza.」

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two combatants. The gap in their Realms should have already decided the victor, but no one had expected Long Ao to be able to fight back from his Transformation Realm. It was simply unbelievable.

Zhang Mo's expression was just as grim. He also hadn't expected that his son, with all his strength, would be unable to kill Long Ao in a short amount of time.

Zhang Mo knew clearly in his heart that even if his son won today's battle, the Golden Sun Sect would still lose face.

The third-ranked powerhouse on the Wind and Cloud Ranking had just fought to a draw with some piece of trash ranked third on the Hundred Battles Ranking.

Even if he was a million times unwilling to admit it, Zhang Mo still knew that this boy's talent was indeed formidable. Because of this, Zhang Mo clenched his fists tightly. 'He had already made a decision.'

In truth, because they were in the Ghost King Sect, Ghost King Ao Tian hadn't yet decided to kill him; otherwise, Long Ao would have already died.

For this reason, Zhang Mo hadn't acted recklessly, which could be considered giving face to Ao Tian. Otherwise, for the act of crashing the wedding alone, he could have had the other party killed on the spot.

"Brother Ao, as long as Ao Xue can marry Zhihang, my Golden Sun Sect will support you unconditionally in the competition between the Six Sects one month from now."

Hearing this, a golden light instantly erupted in Ao Tian's eyes.

Greed. Ao Tian's heart was filled with greed. After all, the temptation of the Venerable Golden Core was simply too great.

"Brother Zhang, are you telling the truth?"

"If I go back on my word, may heaven strike me down with lightning."

Ao Tian didn't doubt Zhang Mo's words. For people who had reached their Realm and status, there was no need to lie.

"Brother Zhang, I can give you my promise right now. No matter what, Ao Xue will marry Zhihang. But for the competition between the Six Sects in a month, I'll be counting on you."

Under the temptation of the Venerable Golden Core, the previously hesitant Ao Tian finally made up his mind. Not only would he ensure the wedding between Ao Xue and Zhang Zhihang happened, but he had even secretly resolved to eliminate this boy, no matter what.

"Brother Ao, rest assured. In the competition between the Six Sects a month from now, as long as our two Sects join forces, I'd like to see who can snatch the Venerable Golden Core from our hands."

"What if those two show up?"

Although the Six Great Sects had not explicitly stated it, there was a tacit understanding. In the competition a month from now, the older generation of Martial Artists would not participate. This meant that the ones contending for the Venerable Golden Core would all be young disciples from the Six Great Sects. Strictly speaking, they should all be figures from the Wind and Cloud Ranking.

The disciples of the Six Great Sects occupied eighty percent of the Wind and Cloud Ranking, with only twenty percent taken by those from the Mortal World—in other words, people from the Hundred Battles Ranking.

And on the Wind and Cloud Ranking, there were two supreme experts—the first and second-ranked individuals. Both of them were far stronger than Zhang Zhihang, which was what worried Ao Tian the most.

At the mention of those two, Zhang Mo's expression also grew solemn.

For the hundred spots on the Wind and Cloud Ranking, the Six Great Sects would surely send out their strongest disciples. If the Wind and Thunder Sect and the Flame Sect sent those two, wouldn't that be troublesome?

That was right. The first and second-ranked individuals on the Wind and Cloud Ranking came from the Thunder Sect and the Flame Sect, respectively. This was the true reason for the rivalry between the Thunder Sect and the Flame Sect.

Ao Tian thought for a moment and said, "According to rumors, those two have been in seclusion for a long time. As long as they don't emerge on their own, I trust the Thunder Sect and the Flame Sect won't act recklessly."

"Mm, as long as those two don't make a move, with our combined strength, we can definitely seize the Venerable Golden Core."

In an instant, Zhang Mo and Ao Tian had reached an agreement. While they were talking, Long Ao and Zhang Zhihang had already started fighting, trading blows back and forth. However, the gap in their Realms was indeed difficult to overcome with other means.

Long Ao was suppressed at every turn. If not for the Dragon Seal Space helping him block the majority of the force, he would have collapsed by now.

An Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist.

Even so, Long Ao's strength had deeply shocked everyone. A Transformed Martial Artist shaking an Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist—if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.

The Divine Dragon Arm, combined with the God-Locking Pearl, was incredibly powerful. With the additional defense from the Dragon Seal Space, Long Ao was actually managing to withstand Zhang Zhihang's attacks.

But Long Ao was still very clear: if this continued, he would be the one to lose in the end, and he might even lose his life.

Eager to end the fight quickly and regain the face he had just lost, Zhang Zhihang's attacks grew stronger with each blow. The assault of an Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist was truly terrifying; the suppression from his momentum alone was more than Long Ao could withstand.

Long Ao's strength had thoroughly won everyone's respect, but they all still knew that in this battle against Zhang Zhihang, his defeat was certain. He might not even last ten moves.

Even so, everyone still admired Long Ao immensely. To be able to fight against an Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist for so long was an unprecedented feat.

BANG.

Long Ao was sent flying by a direct palm strike from Zhang Zhihang, spitting up blood. Forcibly steadying his teetering body, Long Ao stubbornly remained on his feet.

Long Ao had lost.

Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that in this battle, Long Ao had still lost. But after witnessing this fight, everyone's attitude toward Long Ao had changed.

"Long Ao, you've lost. However, I'll still give you a chance. Kneel, sever your own arms, and you can leave this place. Otherwise, I'll have you drawn and quartered, chopped up piece by piece. Do you believe me or not?"

Looking at Zhang Zhihang's cold expression, everyone couldn't help but shudder. 'He's simply too vicious.'