War God Long Ao

An Hao's scream was utterly wretched, stunning the burly men around him.

"Dammit, who the hell was that? If you've got the balls, come out here!"

"Fuck it! Kill everyone here for me! I don't believe that bastard will stay hidden."

Kill everyone here?

Hearing An Hao's words, everyone in the crowd jumped in fright. One by one, they turned to leave. As the saying goes, it's best to not get involved in what doesn't concern you. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire.

"Fuck me, it was actually a corn kernel."

Staring at the corn kernel on the ground, An Hao was in disbelief. 'This little thing just broke my toe? Is the other party a Martial Artist? And a powerful one at that?'

An Hao might have been a dissolute punk, but he wasn't a fool. Anyone could imagine the kind of power it took to break someone's toe with a corn kernel without making a sound.

An ordinary person would have probably fled long ago, but An Hao didn't. In his mind, with the An Family as his backer, who was there to fear besides the Long Family?

Just as the dozen or so thugs were about to start the massacre, a young man stepped out. With his white hair, black clothes, and a face full of grim coldness, he was exceptionally conspicuous.

An Hao didn't even need to ask. He already knew that the one who had broken his toe was the young man standing before him.

"Who are you?"

"None of your damn business."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck I am is still none of your damn business."

An Hao had always thought himself arrogant, but he'd never imagined someone could be even more so. Looking at the fearless, cold-faced young man, An Hao started to have second thoughts.

"Red Dragon City is truly a sad place to have a beast like you, an abomination to both gods and men. Everyone has the right to execute you."

"You're not from Red Dragon City?"

"If I were from Red Dragon City, do you think you'd still be alive?"

"Hahahaha! Fuck, you almost scared me to death. So you were just bluffing, you son of a bitch."

An Hao suddenly shouted with excitement. If the other party wasn't from Red Dragon City, it meant he wasn't from the Long Family. And if he wasn't from the Long Family, then An Hao could continue doing as he pleased.

"Kill him for me."

The dozen or so thugs were all Postnatal Martial Artists, with the strongest among them having already reached the Inner Strength Ninth Heaven.

But before the dozen or so thugs could even move, Long Ao was already in motion. With his current strength, dealing with a few Postnatal Martial Artists was a piece of cake.

Like a gust of wind, before An Hao could even figure out what had happened, all dozen or so of his thugs were on the ground. Each of them was screaming in agony, both their legs broken.

"For acting as a tyrant's attack dogs, I've broken your legs."

'So powerful.'

Seeing the white-haired, black-clad young man display such might, the crowd began to applaud. They grew excited, some even shouting for him to kill An Hao. After all, if they could get rid of a menace without lifting a finger themselves, why wouldn't they cheer it on?

"You're from the An Family?"

Though he didn't know why the question was asked, An Hao answered with great confidence. "That's right, you white-haired freak. Let me make this clear: in Red Dragon City, my An Family calls the shots. If you dare touch a single hair on my head, you'll bear the consequences."

Looking at An Hao's punchable face, Long Ao sneered. "Forget a single hair. I already broke your toe. I'd love to see just how you'll make me 'bear the consequences.'"

"You..."

Glancing at his broken toe on the ground, An Hao seemed to suddenly remember he was injured. He let out a piercing scream, his face drenched in a cold sweat and pale with pain. If he weren't a Martial Artist himself, he probably would have fainted.

He gnashed his teeth, seething with hatred.

In all his years, no one in Red Dragon City had ever dared to treat him this way. It was like provoking a god or pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth.

However, An Hao didn't act rashly, knowing he was no match for his opponent. "White-haired freak," he said, "if you've got the guts, stay right there. I'm going to get my people. I hope you're not on your knees begging for mercy when I get back."

"Out of the way! Everyone, out of the way!"

Just then, twenty to thirty burly men in black arrived, radiating fury. When they saw Young Master An Hao's broken toe and their own men screaming on the ground, they were all stunned.

'Someone actually dared to move against the An Family in Red Dragon City?'

One had to understand that aside from the Long Family, the Four Great Clans were the most powerful forces in Red Dragon City, and the An Family was one of them.

"Who the fuck are you? How dare you harm our Young Master!"

Waving his hand, a rugged-looking man who stood two meters tall walked up to An Hao and asked, "Young Master An Hao, what happened?"

An Hao's face lit up with joy when he saw the man. "Instructor Li! This bastard stuck his nose where it didn't belong, broke my toe, and injured my men! You have to get revenge for the family!"

Li Liantian, the An Family's Outer Sect Instructor. All matters that required force fell under his jurisdiction. Furthermore, Li Liantian was an Innate Martial Artist whose Cultivation had reached the One-Line Heaven Realm.

Although Li Liantian looked down on An Hao, as a member of the An Family, he knew his duty. He knew what he should and shouldn't do. With An Hao's toe broken by an outsider, he would have no way to answer to the family if he did nothing.

"And who might you be? You're a bit too arrogant. Regardless of anything else, this is still Red Dragon City."

Shaking his head in disdain, Long Ao spoke with contempt. "Scum like him are beasts that everyone has the right to kill. He will die today. No matter who comes, that outcome will not change."

If An Hao had merely been forcing a woman into prostitution, Long Ao wouldn't have meddled. As his power grew, Long Ao had come to understand one thing: an individual's energy is limited. You can help someone once, but can you help them for a lifetime?

But An Hao's actions were an abomination to gods and men. Not only did he try to force a woman into prostitution, but he provoked everyone, flaunting his status. Moreover, he was so vicious and merciless that he was willing to slaughter everyone present.

It was for this very reason that Long Ao decided to act. Again, scum like that are beasts that everyone has the right to kill.

"Hahaha, aren't you a bit too arrogant? Do you know who we are?"

Li Liantian threw his head back and laughed, his voice full of confidence. The An Family, one of the Four Great Clans of Red Dragon City! Who would dare to provoke them, aside from the Long Family?

"Who you are is none of my damn business. All I know is that besides raising a piece of scum, the An Family of Red Dragon City also raised a pack of running dogs to help him do evil."

Being publicly humiliated, and the An Family along with him, Li Liantian's face instantly darkened, becoming as ugly as it could be. He said in a cold, furious voice, "Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for what happens next."