War God Long Ao

Waving his hand, Ao Shichong was truly reluctant to kill Long Ao.

Ao Shichong truly admired Long Ao's talent and explosive potential. If he could recruit this person into the Ghost King Sect, the young man's future would be limitless.

But the situation was completely different now. Long Ao had been consumed by Slaughter. If he wasn't killed, he would undoubtedly become a mere tool of Slaughter.

"Hahaha, good."

Guan Hang was ecstatic. He had thought that with Ao Shichong's intervention, killing Long Ao today would be nearly impossible. But things took an unexpected turn—Long Ao had actually been consumed by Slaughter and become a killing tool.

Before he even arrived, a powerful aura came crashing down.

Long Ao was instantly locked on by this aura. There was no doubt that Long Ao was no match for Guan Hang at all. But at this moment, Long Ao did something that stunned everyone.

Nine Needle God-Sealing.

Many people knew all about Long Ao's Nine Needle God-Sealing. It was precisely because of this technique that Long Ao had defeated Zhang Zhihang and withstood a blow from Zhang Mo. One could only imagine how powerful the Nine Needle God-Sealing truly was.

The Nine Needle God-Sealing could instantly increase a Martial Artist's power.

At Long Ao's current level of strength, he could already instantly kill a Supreme Venerable. If he were to use the Nine Needle God-Sealing again, what Realm could his power break through to?

If Long Ao were at the Taoist Peak, trying to use the Nine Needle God-Sealing to break through to the Void Realm would be nearly impossible. However, since Long Ao had borrowed the Fire Qilin's power to forcibly break through to the Venerable Tier, using the Nine Needle God-Sealing again to reach the Venerable Venerable Peak wouldn't be difficult.

But Long Ao had already forced a breakthrough to the Venerable Realm. If he used the Nine Needle God-Sealing again, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If he were clear-headed, Long Ao would absolutely not have used the Nine Needle God-Sealing. But the current Long Ao had been consumed by Slaughter, his mind clouded.

Nine Needle God-Sealing. His power instantly broke through to the Venerable Venerable Peak.

If Long Ao could use the Nine Needle God-Sealing to break through to the Earth Venerable Realm, then killing Guan Hang would be an effortless task.

But the Nine Needle God-Sealing was not omnipotent. In the end, Long Ao's strength only stopped at the Venerable Venerable Peak Realm.

Long Ao completely ignored Guan Hang and charged forward. In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in a great battle. Unafraid of death, Long Ao chose the most ferocious and savage fighting style: close-quarters combat.

Guan Hang was startled. 'But even if he used some Secret Technique to break through to the Supreme Venerable level, a Supreme Venerable is still just a Supreme Venerable. With my current strength, Long Ao is still less than nothing in my eyes.'

"Long Ao, you're courting death."

At this moment, Long Ao was completely reckless. *Kill.* All he knew was the single word in his mind: Slaughter.

Suddenly, a Dragon's Roar and a Tiger's Howl echoed across the skies of the Boundless Sea of Blood. Following the Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, a black Giant Dragon and a black giant tiger appeared, staring intently at Guan Hang.

A Giant Dragon and a giant tiger.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Dragon and Tiger, everyone was utterly dumbfounded. In an instant, they all understood what was going on. Long Ao was a Dragon Martial Artist.

Dragon Martial Artist—the unique mark of the Long Clan.

The Long Clan, one of the most powerful forces on the Celestial Martial Continent. Dragon Martial Artists were also among the most powerful beings on the Celestial Martial Continent.

To become a Dragon Martial Artist, one first had to be a disciple of the Long Family at the Third Level and above to even have a chance to enter Dragon Valley and find a partner. But Long Ao was just a disciple from the Red Fire Town Long Family. How could he possibly have entered Dragon Valley and become a Dragon Martial Artist?

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Dragon and Tiger, Guan Hang wasn't the least bit afraid. Instead, he was overjoyed. Although he didn't dare to touch the Giant Dragon, he had no qualms about attacking the giant tiger.

Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl.

The dragon and tiger stood on Long Ao's left and right. At this moment, everyone knew that Long Ao was, in fact, a Dragon Martial Artist.

This time, Long Ao took the initiative to attack. The man, the dragon, and the tiger shot forward. Before they arrived, their three powerful auras had already intertwined, pressing down hard on Guan Hang.

But Guan Hang showed no fear. Instead, he charged forward full of confidence.

An Earth Venerable was an Earth Venerable, after all. Their immense strength was unmatched.

Not far away, Ao Shichong, who was staring intently at Long Ao, sighed deeply. 'Such a peerless genius. If he had joined the Ghost King Sect, I believe that in less than twenty years, the Ghost King Sect could not only dominate the Celestial State, but even establish a foothold in Kyushu.'

But that could only be a fantasy now. Long Ao had been consumed by Slaughter and become a tool for it. Only by eradicating him could this be stopped. Otherwise, Long Ao would surely become a scourge upon the Celestial State.

A Dragon Martial Artist, capable of instantly killing a Venerable Martial Artist, and possessing powerful Treasures... all of this spoke to Long Ao's talent and potential.

'Long Ao... what a terrible waste.'

Dugu Bai and Xia Army stared fixedly at Long Ao, their faces etched with regret and helplessness. As his friends, they could only watch without intervening. They felt they had failed him.

"Brother Dugu, are we just going to watch Brother Long get killed like this?"

"What else can we do?"

Dugu Bai's words were filled with helplessness. After all, their opponent was an Earth Venerable Martial Artist, and Long Ao had already become a tool of Slaughter. Dugu Bai knew very well that even if Guan Hang didn't kill Long Ao now, the Six Great Sects surely would.

'Long Ao was too reckless. If he had just stopped sooner, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.'

"Xiaojun, let's go."

"Brother Dugu."

Waving a hand, Dugu Bai also didn't want to abandon Long Ao, but in this situation, what could he do even if he didn't want to give up?

Dugu Bai and Xia Army ultimately chose to leave. In the center of the battlefield, the two sides were already fighting fiercely. It had to be said that the combined power of the Dragon and Tiger was immense, but they were still no match for an Earth Venerable Martial Artist. They were being pushed back step by step, forced into a constant retreat.

Long Ao's eyes were blood-red. He wore black robes, his hair and eyebrows were stark white, and his body was covered in blood. He looked for all the world like a God of Slaughter incarnate.

"Long Ao, go to hell!"

Seeing Guan Hang launch a full-power attack at Long Ao, Long Ming and Long Qiang instantly moved to block it. Struck hard by Guan Hang, the two Spirit Beasts spat out blood and transformed into two beams of light that entered Long Ao's arms.

Guan Hang hadn't expected to seriously injure the Giant Dragon. 'At least the Giant Dragon didn't die,' he thought. 'Otherwise, I would have been in big trouble.'

He might not care about the Red Fire Town Long Family, but the Long Clan was a different matter entirely. The power of the Long Clan was something the Blood Sea Sect couldn't hope to compare with. Even if all the Sects of Kyushu combined their strength, they would still be no match for the Long Clan.

But things had already come to this. Of course, Guan Hang wasn't going to let Long Ao off easily. His attacks grew more and more vicious, beating Long Ao until he was gravely injured and barely looked human.

"Go to hell!"

At that moment, Guan Hang suddenly roared. Gathering all his strength, he launched a final attack on Long Ao. Already half-dead, Long Ao was struck hard and fell directly into the Blood Pool. He made a faint ripple and then vanished without a trace.