War God Long Ao

To fight the world for a beauty.

"Zhang Zhihang, make your move."

At this moment, an immense confidence erupted from Long Ao. It was as if he didn't even see his opponent as a threat.

"Hahaha, you think you're worthy?"

Looking at the confident Long Ao, Zhang Zhihang suddenly burst into wild laughter, his face a mask of mockery and contempt. Although he was incredibly surprised by his opponent's rapid increase in strength, the Peak of Human King was still just the Peak of Human King—a step away from the Earth Emperor Realm, to say nothing of the Earth Emperor Peak.

Without any more nonsense, Long Ao's body shot forward. Before he even arrived, his terrifying Momentum was already pressing down.

The Momentums they each released collided violently, intertwining as they fought to the death.

He simultaneously unleashed the Soul-Sealing Seal and the Nether Burning Seal. At that very moment, Long Ao suddenly stopped, his hands forming a different set of hand seals. It was the third seal of the Destruction Seal Technique: the Heaven-Burying Seal.

The Destruction Seal Technique had eighteen forms in total, but Long Fu had only taught Long Ao the first four: the first form, Soul-Sealing Seal; the second form, Nether Burning Seal; the third form, Heaven-Burying Seal; and the fourth form, Doomsday Seal.

With the help of the Nine Needle God-Sealing, his strength had successfully broken through to the Peak of Human King, allowing Long Ao to barely use the third seal. He had to admit, the Heaven-Burying Seal was indeed far more powerful than the other two.

As Long Ao's strength increased, so too did the power of the God-Locking Pearl.

The combined might of the God-Locking Pearl and the Heaven-Burying Seal was far greater than the sum of its parts. Just as Zhang Zhihang, full of confidence, believed he could kill his opponent in an instant, he was suddenly horrified to feel a strange power invade his body, beginning to corrode and burn his soul.

Not only that, but a powerful force also began to violently assault his mind, and he found himself locked in place once again.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Zhihang would be locked for three seconds at most. If he resisted with his full strength, he might not even be held for two.

But the current situation was completely different.

With his soul being eroded by the Destruction Seal Technique and his body locked down, Zhang Zhihang was forced to divide his attention three ways, making it inevitable that he would be distracted.

For this very reason, how could Long Ao let such a golden opportunity slip by? As he swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, he also used a Soul Attack for the very first time.

Ever since learning about Soul Attacks, Long Ao had been diligently cultivating them, constantly absorbing Soul Power to strengthen his own soul.

According to Long Fu, Soul Attacks were the most powerful type of Martial Arts and were considered a kind of Soul Martial Skill.

This type of Soul Martial Skill had long been lost on the Celestial Martial Continent.

To guarantee a one-hundred-percent chance of victory over Zhang Zhihang, Long Ao used a Soul Attack for the first time.

Soul Attacks were also an invisible form of attack. Outsiders couldn't see it, and even Zhang Zhihang couldn't sense it. This was one of the most powerful aspects of a Soul Attack.

In truth, it was incredibly dangerous for Long Ao to use a Soul Attack. Zhang Zhihang's Realm and strength were on full display; his soul was likewise far stronger than Long Ao's. If the Soul Attack failed, Long Ao would suffer a backlash from it. The consequences would be unimaginable: in the best case, he would become an imbecile; in the worst, he would die instantly.

Therefore, by using a Soul Attack, Long Ao was risking his own life.

"AH!"

The Soul Attack was a success. Zhang Zhihang let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed. Long Ao, however, had no intention of letting him go. He closed the distance in a single bound and, without hesitation, brought his saber down viciously upon Zhang Zhihang.

"You dare."

Zhang Mo was unwilling to wait any longer. He knew that if he continued to wait, there would likely be only one outcome: his son would be ruthlessly slain.

Zhang Mo was well aware that his actions would draw ridicule, but for his son's sake, what did losing face matter? For this very reason, Zhang Mo finally made his move. His powerful Momentum instantly dispersed the Saber Aura, and he struck out with his palm, forcing a startled Long Ao to retreat ten steps before he could regain his footing.

Under normal circumstances, the effects of the Nine Needle God-Sealing would last less than ten minutes, but the current situation was completely different.

He had to admit, the Qilin Blood and Giant Dragon Blood were truly powerful. By his estimation, the two drops of blood would last for a full hour, which was more than enough time for Long Ao.

"Zhang Mo, you're truly shameless! This was a fair fight between me and Zhang Zhihang, yet you actually interfered."

'Zhang Zhihang lost?'

Seeing Zhang Mo intervene as Zhang Zhihang, barely conscious, swayed on his feet, everyone was stunned. Even now, no one could believe that Zhang Zhihang had actually lost, and had nearly been killed by Long Ao.

Zhang Zhihang was an Earth Emperor Peak Martial Artist, ranked third on the Wind and Cloud Ranking. Among the Six Great Sects, he was a figure who could command the wind and rain, yet he had been defeated.

"Long Ao, we agreed to a fair fight, but you used unorthodox methods to boost your strength. Isn't that against the rules?"

Even Zhang Mo felt his words were a bit forced, but for the sake of his own pride, his son's pride, and the Sect's pride, he had to say it.

"Zhang Mo, no matter what, I still beat Zhang Zhihang. So I'm taking Ao Xue with me."

"Hahaha, Long Ao, so what if you beat my son? You still won't be taking Ao Xue."

Hearing this, Long Ao's expression instantly darkened. He stared coldly at the Zhang Family father and son before him. 'Shameless. I've seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. This is the absolute limit of shamelessness.'

Zhang Mo had tacitly admitted that Long Ao defeated his son. In an instant, the surroundings erupted in an uproar.

Everyone knew very well what Long Ao's victory over Zhang Zhihang meant. From this moment on, Long Ao would not only be ranked third on the Hundred Battles Ranking, but he would also replace Zhang Zhihang as third on the Wind and Cloud Ranking.

Third on both rankings. As long as Long Ao wished, he could take first place on the Hundred Battles Ranking at any time.

Even if he was ten thousand times unwilling to admit it in his heart, as a Martial Artist and in front of tens of thousands of people, Zhang Zhihang did not deny his defeat. Enduring the waves of pain wracking his body, he said weakly, "Long Ao, I lost. But I never promised that you could take Ao Xue if you defeated me. So you can leave, but only by yourself."

Looking at the sneering Zhang Family father and son, Long Ao's anger reached its absolute limit, erupting like a volcano.

With a furious roar, Long Ao wasted no more words. Wielding the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, he shot towards Zhang Mo. Before he even arrived, a monstrous wave of fury was already pressing down, blanketing everything.

'In front of Zhang Mo, Long Ao actually dared to attack first?'

One had to understand that Zhang Zhihang and Zhang Mo were masters of two different calibers; they couldn't be mentioned in the same breath. Just because Long Ao could defeat Zhang Zhihang didn't mean he could defeat Zhang Mo. Everyone thought Long Ao had been driven mad with anger; otherwise, he would never be so reckless.