War God Long Ao

Huo Teng's intention was simple. He wanted to bluff Long Ao and save his own life.

But Huo Teng had miscalculated one thing—the Long Family was Long Ao's weak spot, and no one was allowed to touch them.

"Huo Teng, you will die today without fail."

Hearing this, Huo Teng's expression instantly turned cold, becoming as ugly as it could be. In the past, if Long Ao had dared to say such a thing, Huo Teng would have dismissed it with utter contempt, but the situation now was completely different.

Huo Teng stared fixedly at Long Ao and suddenly said, "As long as you're willing to let me go, I can tell you a secret. How about it?"

Long Ao had no intention of wasting any more words. He shot forward, his powerful momentum arriving even before he did.

Huo Teng was a Middle Level Earth Emperor, and Long Ao's current Realm was now equal to his. Among those of the same Level, Long Ao was perfectly capable of slaughter, and even instant kills.

Not daring to be the least bit careless, Huo Teng dodged and prepared to turn and leave. But at that moment, he remembered that someone had already blocked the entrance. This was the first time Huo Teng had seen Long Potian, so of course he didn't recognize him.

"Get out of the way."

Huo Teng feared Long Ao, but he didn't fear Long Potian. He shot toward the entrance, but what he never expected was that this seemingly frail youth was so incredibly powerful. Before Huo Teng could even react, Long Potian sent him flying back with a single punch.

"A Taoist Ancestor!"

Huo Teng was completely stunned. He had never imagined that the person guarding the entrance would also be a Taoist Ancestor Martial Artist.

On one side was Long Ao, and on the other, a Taoist Ancestor Martial Artist. 'Am I really going to die here?'

'I can't accept this.'

At that moment, Huo Teng was overcome with bitter reluctance. This time, he had brought the Blood Sea Sect's Void Spirit and had Miao Cheng's help. He had thought he could kill Long Ao without a hitch and contend for a spot in the Battle for Kyushu. But what was the result?

Huo Teng simply couldn't accept this outcome.

With Long Potian's immense power, killing Huo Teng would have been a simple matter. However, Long Potian didn't make a move, only forcing Huo Teng back.

Nodding at Long Potian, Long Ao didn't draw his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. Instead, he simply used his arms—the Divine Dragon Arm and the Nether Tiger Arm.

He slammed both arms forward, giving Huo Teng no chance to escape.

"Long Ao, even if I die, I won't let you off easy! I'm going to self-detonate!"

'What an idiot, shouting it out loud.'

Long Ao wasn't the least bit afraid of Huo Teng's self-detonation, because at this point, Huo Teng no longer had the slightest chance to do so.

Before Huo Teng could self-detonate, Long Ao was already upon him, his fists smashing forward without hesitation. CRACK! CRACK!

Like he was hitting a punching bag, Long Ao hammered Huo Teng with one fist after another. In just a few short seconds, Huo Teng was beaten beyond recognition as blood poured from his body.

"Long Ao, you… you…"

Finally unable to bear it, Huo Teng passed out. Long Ao stared coldly at the figure collapsed on the ground and stopped his assault. Under these circumstances, killing Huo Teng would be effortless.

Huo Teng was dead, Miao Cheng was dead, and the Void Spirit was destroyed. The Flame Sect's expedition was a complete tragedy. They had been full of confidence, yet this was their end. If the Flame Sect found out, its members might just die of rage.

There is no medicine for regret in this world. The Flame Sect had brought this outcome upon themselves.

"Long Ao, who is this man?"

"Huo Teng from Flame City."

"Oh. I heard his talent wasn't bad. What a pity. Long Ao, your feud with the Flame Sect has probably reached the point where one of you must be destroyed. If this continues, never mind you, your family alone will be in huge trouble."

Long Ao nodded. He knew this all too well.

However, Long Ao wasn't too worried. After all, the Fire Qilin was guarding his family. He was confident the Fire Qilin could handle things, as long as it wasn't a supreme expert who came to cause trouble.

But Long Ao knew this was not a long-term solution. According to his agreement with the Fire Qilin, it would leave the family in three years. 'What will the family do then?'

Just as Long Potian said, the enmity between him and the Flame Sect had reached an irreconcilable point. Once Flame City learned what happened, they would definitely not let the matter rest.

Everyone had witnessed his fight with Miao Cheng, so it was almost certain that the Flame Sect would find out. With their leader's son killed, their most outstanding disciple killed, and their Void Spirit destroyed, it would be a miracle if the Flame Sect could stomach such hatred.

Long Ao's expression turned somewhat grim. This time, he had not only offended the Flame Sect, but also the Blood Sea Sect. He already had a great deal of enmity with the Blood Sea Sect, and now, on top of that, he had destroyed their Void Spirit. It wasn't just the Flame Sect; the Blood Sea Sect would not let this matter rest either.

The Flame Sect and the Blood Sea Sect were already in an Alliance. If they joined forces to deal with him and his family, the situation would become incredibly troublesome.

Long Potian, of course, knew what was worrying Long Ao. He suddenly said, "Long Ao, we are allies now. Your business is my business. How about this? Later, I will station some of my clan's forces with your family and dispatch two Venerables to guard them. What do you think?"

'Two Venerables?'

Long Ao certainly knew what two Venerables signified. According to Dugu Bai and Xia Jun, among the current Six Great Sects, the highest existence was the Supreme Venerable, followed by the Venerables.

"Thank you."

"Long Ao, while I can help you, you must remember one thing: it is better to rely on yourself than on others. Therefore, you must find a way to increase your family's own strength as much as you can."

"I understand, but it's impossible to raise the family's strength in a short amount of time."

He sighed deeply. He had thought about this problem hundreds of times and come up with many solutions—Elixirs, Spirit Balls—but their effects were minimal. Regardless of what might happen later, rapidly increasing his family's strength in a short time was practically impossible right now.

"Long Ao, do you know why the branches of the Long Family that are Third Level and above can dominate the continent, with no one daring to provoke them?"

"Dragon Valley."

There was no doubt about that. The affairs of the Long Clan were common knowledge. Without Dragon Valley's backing, it was unlikely the Long Clan could have become one of the most powerful forces on the continent.

The reason the Long Clan dominated the continent was because its disciples could enter Dragon Valley, choose their own partners, and become Dragon Martial Artists. The power of a Dragon Martial Artist was not as simple as one plus one equals two; even challenging those at higher levels was not an issue for them.

But the Long Clan had an explicit rule: only branches of the Long Family that were Third Level and above could send their disciples into Dragon Valley. Those below the Third Level didn't have this opportunity.