War God Long Ao

Anson was a Peak Taoist Ancestor; his power was undeniable.

"Long Ao, I won't kill you. I'll just have my son destroy your manhood and let you know the taste of having your family line severed."

Watching An Hao, who could barely stand, Long Ao was suddenly reminded of the Sunflower Manual. 'According to its teachings, isn't An Hao in the perfect condition to begin its Cultivation?'

Seeing Long Ao ignore them, both An Hao and Anson instantly flew into a rage.

Anson wasted no more words. He lunged forward, absolutely confident he could kill this person within three moves.

Long Ao didn't move, standing quietly in place.

'Is Long Ao looking for death?'

An Hao watched curiously as Long Ao stood motionless, seemingly ready to accept death. But just as Anson closed to within eight inches of Long Ao, Long Ao unleashed a backhanded slash.

If Anson hadn't dodged in time, that single slash would have been enough to take his life.

"Despicable."

Long Ao didn't consider himself despicable. As the saying goes, the winner is crowned a king while the loser is branded a bandit. The label of 'despicable' is always reserved for the defeated.

This time, Long Ao didn't wait to be killed. He surged forward, giving Anson no room to breathe. His slashes came one after another, like a torrential downpour.

Now, it wasn't just Anson; even the supremely confident An Hao was utterly stunned. He had thought his father could destroy the man within three moves, but what was happening now?

Not only had his father failed to gain the upper hand, he was being relentlessly pushed back, facing one perilous situation after another. On several occasions, he was nearly cut down by Long Ao.

Both Long Ao and Anson were Taoist Ancestor Peak Martial Artists. But in terms of Momentum alone, let alone strength, Long Ao was leagues ahead of Anson. Yet, Long Ao hadn't even used his Heaven and Earth's Momentum.

Wielding the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, Long Ao unleashed the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques. Under his frenzied assault, Anson gradually began to falter. If this continued, Anson's death was certain.

Before dusk, Long Ao might not have killed Anson, if only for Long Potian's sake.

But now, the situation was completely different. The Long Family and the An Family had made it clear they wanted him dead. If he showed mercy, he would be the one to die in the end.

With that thought, Long Ao attacked with his full strength, bringing his saber down in a vicious cleave. With his current power, the force of this one blow was enough to kill any Taoist Ancestor Peak Martial Artist, and Anson was no exception.

He was cut in two with a single slash. Even at the moment of his death, Anson couldn't understand why he had been killed.

Staring at the two halves of the corpse on the ground, An Hao was completely dumbstruck. Suddenly, he let out a terrified shriek as if he'd seen a ghost, then turned to flee.

Even if he weren't limping, let alone in his current state, An Hao could never have escaped Long Ao's grasp. Things had already come to this. Long Ao showed no mercy and unleashed a Sword Aura, cutting down An Hao as he tried to flee.

The An Family father and son could never have imagined they would both be killed by him. If they had, they certainly wouldn't have come.

"Long Ao, you truly are arrogant! To openly kill the An Family Patriarch in my Red Dragon City… do you have any respect for the Long Family at all?"

Long Ao showed no surprise at the sudden appearance of Long Bu and his two companions. While fighting Anson, he had already sensed three powerful auras enveloping him.

This, however, only made Long Ao more curious. Why had Long Bu's party arrived long ago but not intervened to save the An father and son? Why had they simply watched as he cut them down?

Long Bu stood flanked by two Long Family Venerable Elders. Their three auras combined, pressing down on Long Ao. Long Ao knew that if he made the slightest move, the trio would attack in an instant.

"This was all your arrangement, wasn't it?"

Since things had already come to this, Long Bu didn't bother keeping up the pretense. In his eyes, the young man before him was no different from a corpse, so what harm was there in telling a dead man the truth?

"That's right. I arranged all of it. You and the An Family must die. The Long Family's position is unshakable, no matter who you are."

'I really don't get it,' Long Ao thought. 'With the An Family's power, there's no way they could threaten the Long Family's status in Red Dragon City. In fact, they could have been a great asset. So why would the Long Family move against them?'

"Long Ao, I have to admit, your talent is quite impressive. If you were allowed to keep growing, your future would be limitless. Unfortunately, you no longer have that chance."

Long Ao remained on high alert. The three men before him were all genuine Venerables. Forget all three of them attacking together; he was no match for even a single one.

"Father, let Brother Long go."

Just as a battle was about to erupt, Long Potian's figure suddenly appeared. Seeing his son, Long Bu's expression immediately soured. In a heavy voice, he asked, "Are you finished with the task I gave you?"

"Father, I know exactly what you're planning. I won't use the two Venerables, but I hope you won't harm my friend. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to leave the family."

Long Bu was startled. 'I would give up the entire Long Family before I gave up my son. What a joke! The Long Family and I are counting on Potian to help us soar to new heights. How could I possibly throw away such an opportunity?'

But Long Bu did not want to let Long Ao go.

"Brother Long, I've let you down."

Long Ao smiled, unconcerned. "No matter what happens between me and the Long Family, you, Long Potian, will always be my brother."

"Good. Brother Long, let's make a one-year pact. A year from now, let's chase the Dragon Ranking together. What do you say?"

Of course, Long Ao wouldn't refuse. He nodded and said, "Alright. A one-year pact. We'll chase the Dragon Ranking together."

"Brother Long, I won't see you off."

Long Ao said no more. He knew Long Potian was in an incredibly difficult position, caught between him and his family. The only solution was for him to leave. He trusted that as long as Long Potian was there, the Long Family wouldn't dare move against him again.

"Father, I hope you won't move against Brother Long. Otherwise, I will do as I said."

"Potian."

"I'm a bit tired. For the next year, don't let anyone disturb me. I'm going into secluded Cultivation." Long Potian turned and left, clearly dealt a heavy blow by his family's actions against Long Ao.

After leaving Red Dragon City, Long Ao didn't plan on returning to the Red Heaven Realm. Instead, he prepared to head back to Red Fire Town in the Celestial State. He had been away for so long; it was time to go back and check on things. A year. Long Ao had already decided that as soon as he returned to his family, he would enter secluded Cultivation. Within one year, he had to break through to the Void Hundred Tribulations Realm.

The Dragon Ranking was his next target.

Long Ao knew that to make his own family stronger, his efforts alone were not enough. The only shortcut was the Dragon Ranking. If his family could produce a few Dragon Martial Artists, he believed their situation would change dramatically.