War God Long Ao

An Feng was stunned by the sudden appearance of the black Small Seal and the twelve Giant Python Corpse Slaves.

But his overconfidence kept him from leaving immediately. This decision set An Feng on a tragic, irreversible path.

The black Small Seal shot a beam of light straight into the sky. Immediately after, the twelve Giant Python Corpse Slaves all began to circle around it.

A Dragon's Roar that shook Heaven and Earth rang out.

The connection was established.

Upon receiving Long Fu's message, Long Ao was overjoyed. He endured the waves of pain wracking his body and stopped clashing head-on with An Feng, because the most crucial step was already complete.

Long Ao stepped out of the patterned circle. The moment An Feng tried to leave, he found his body enveloped by the Power of Thunder and Lightning—in other words, he was locked on.

To say he wasn't afraid would be a lie.

At that moment, An Feng was clearly starting to panic. He knew exactly what it meant to be locked on by the Power of Thunder and Lightning. Once the Thunder descended, forget a Venerable like him—not even a Supreme Venerable could withstand it.

"Long Ao, you dare to plot against me!"

Completely ignoring An Feng, Long Ao's injuries were still manageable. After communicating with Long Fu, he immediately went to where Long Jing was hiding and said, "Let me show you a Thunderstruck Venerable."

Her eyes wide as saucers, Long Jing's face was a mask of disbelief. She had thought Long Ao was just boasting, but she never imagined he could actually do it. An Feng was trapped within the pattern.

At that moment, the entire sky above Celestial Princess was blotted out by dark clouds. The sky was overcast, filled with flashing lightning and rumbling thunder. A bolt of Thunder crashed down, and one could feel the terrifying might it contained.

"Long Ao, let me go!"

An Feng was no fool. He knew Long Ao was behind all of this, even if he didn't know how he had managed it.

No one answered. Long Ao had already vanished without a trace.

An Feng fell into a complete panic. For some reason, he seemed to have guessed what Long Ao was planning.

An Feng was not about to stand there and wait for death. He slammed his terrifying Momentum and powerful Spiritual Essence against the surrounding Qi Shield. But he was already locked on by the Power of Thunder and Lightning. If he wanted to break the Qi Shield and escape, he would first have to break free from the lightning's lock.

"Long Ao, how in the world did you do this?"

"I'm not telling."

"Stingy."

"So, you're not going to kill me anymore?"

"In your dreams! Long Ao, let me tell you, don't think I'm afraid of you. One day, I will kill you."

He shrugged helplessly. Just then, the Dragon Seal suddenly returned to his Dantian Space, and Long Fu's voice sounded in Long Ao's mind.

Overjoyed, Long Ao knew exactly what was about to happen. He watched with rapt attention, as this was his first time seeing a Thunderstruck Venerable. If word of this got out, it would undoubtedly cause a massive sensation.

CRACK! CRACK!

Terrifying bolts of Thunder rained down relentlessly, all striking within the pattern. If An Feng hadn't been so quick to dodge, he would have already been struck dead.

An Feng knew what would happen if this continued. 'I might be able to dodge one bolt of the Power of Thunder and Lightning, but can I dodge a hundred?'

Resentment, fury, and a thousand other emotions made An Feng feel like an erupting volcano with nowhere to vent.

From a distance, watching An Feng desperately dodge the lightning, Long Ao's expression grew a little more solemn. He knew very well that if he missed this chance, An Feng would, if nothing else, hunt him down relentlessly.

For that very reason, no matter what, An Feng had to die. He *must* die.

Without any further hesitation, Long Ao shot forward like an arrow, startling Long Jing. An Feng, who was focused entirely on dodging, suddenly saw Long Ao appear and roared in fury, "Long Ao, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go! Just you wait! JUST YOU WAIT! AAAAAAH!"

The resentment and fury in his heart made An Feng seem as if he were in a state of utter madness. Long Ao knew An Feng had completely lost his mind, but even so, he couldn't let the man go.

If you don't pull up the roots, the weeds will just grow back in the spring.

Long Ao had never shown a shred of mercy to his enemies. So, without the slightest hesitation, he ruthlessly swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hands at An Feng.

An Feng had completely lost his mind, but his strength was still there. Slaying him would not be an easy task for Long Ao. Fortunately, An Feng's body was locked down by the Power of Thunder and Lightning. Under the dual assault, he was gradually starting to falter.

From the very beginning, An Feng had been completely confident in his ability to kill Long Ao. But what was the result? He probably wouldn't understand, even in the moment of his death, why he had lost—and lost so miserably.

In any case, there's no medicine for regret in this world.

The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in Long Ao's hand was as fast as lightning. He unleashed one terrifying Sword Aura after another, giving An Feng no chance to dodge. If he dodged the Sword Aura, he couldn't dodge the lightning. If he dodged the lightning, he definitely couldn't dodge the Sword Aura.

CRACK.

A bolt of the Power of Thunder and Lightning as thick as a tree trunk slammed down, striking An Feng squarely on the crown of his head. Suddenly, An Feng's body froze. He was devoured by the Thunder from head to toe, not even leaving bones behind. Such was the terror of the Power of Thunder and Lightning.

An Feng was dead.

A Venerable had been struck dead by the Power of Thunder and Lightning.

If people were to find out that An Feng, the renowned Venerable of Red Dragon City, had died at the hands of a mere Taoist Ancestor, one could only imagine their reactions. But clearly, the events of this day would not be leaked.

Long Ao had great confidence in Long Jing. A girl so pure and simple would surely not tell anyone about this.

"Long Ao, did you really use the Power of Thunder and Lightning to kill An Feng?"

Even now, Long Jing still hadn't quite processed it. She never thought that Long Ao could actually draw upon the Power of Thunder and Lightning of Heaven and Earth and strike a Venerable dead.

'With strength like Long Ao's, who on the entire continent could possibly be his match?'

How could Long Ao not know what Long Jing was thinking? 'If I could always summon the Power of Thunder and Lightning of Heaven and Earth, becoming invincible wouldn't be a problem. The issue is, being able to use it to kill An Feng this time was a matter of having the right time, the right place, and the right people. Not one of those elements could have been missing.'

"Long Ao, even if you can use the Power of Thunder and Lightning of Heaven and Earth, I'm still going to kill you! How dare you peek at me while I was bathing, you damn pervert!"

Hearing Long Jing bring up that old incident again, unable to let such a trivial matter go, Long Ao felt quite exasperated. He said helplessly, "Miss, I already told you, it wasn't on purpose. I—"

Before Long Ao could finish his sentence, a sinister, ice-cold laughter echoed, starting from a distance and arriving in an instant.