War God Long Ao

Though Long Yan hadn't finished speaking, his meaning was already crystal clear.

Sever your own arms and cripple your Cultivation.

"Someone."

Hearing the Elder's call, an ordinary disciple from outside the door scurried in. He had a rather sleazy look and was a Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artist. Kneeling on the ground, he said respectfully, "Disciple Zhou Qing pays his respects to the Elder."

"Cripple this man's arms for me."

Seeing Long Ao remain motionless, Long Yan could only order someone else to act. As for himself, he couldn't personally make a move. After all, his status prevented it.

"Yes, Elder."

Zhou Qing's strength and talent were decent, but he loved to bully people—a classic case of preying on the weak and fearing the strong. If he met someone stronger than him, he would do nothing but suck up to them. But if he met someone weaker, then sorry, you were out of luck.

Zhou Qing had volunteered precisely because he saw that Long Ao didn't dare to resist. Otherwise, would Zhou Qing have dared?

Someone had just mentioned that Long Ao was a Void Venerable. How could a mere Innate Martial Artist dare to cripple a Venerable's arms? That was simply courting death.

Zhou Qing let out a sinister chuckle as he walked over to Long Ao's side. He looked coldly at the young man before him, feeling an inexplicable irritation at his long, blood-red hair.

With a mocking sneer, Zhou Qing said contemptuously, "Daring to talk back to an Elder... you really don't know what's good for you. In all my life, I've never broken a Venerable's arms. I wonder what it feels like."

"Kid, have you ever tried it?"

"Just a dog abusing its master's power."

"You dare to curse me?"

Seemingly dazed, Zhou Qing couldn't understand it. Things had already reached this point, so why was the young man before him still so arrogant? 'Does he really think he's invincible?'

"So what if I cursed you? For a dog like you, abusing its master's power, just being alive is a waste of space. Let me give you a piece of advice: hurry up and find a female dog, then bash your head against her ass until you're dead."

"You're courting death."

Enraged, Zhou Qing never expected that in such a hopeless situation, the other party would still dare to insult him. Forget just breaking his arms; at this point, killing him on the spot wouldn't be an issue.

Because of this, Zhou Qing was no longer thinking about just breaking the man's arms. He was clearly going for the kill.

In any case, Zhou Qing was still a Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artist. He was fast, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. At some unknown point, two short daggers had appeared in his hands.

「Outside the main hall.」

Many people looked at Zhou Qing with contempt. It wasn't that they had any particular feelings for Long Ao; they just couldn't stand Zhou Qing's shameless behavior. He preyed on the weak and feared the strong. If Long Ao weren't constrained by the clan, forget one Zhou Qing—a thousand of them wouldn't dare to act this way.

Long Ao didn't move, allowing Zhou Qing to approach him.

"Courting death."

Seeing that his opponent truly wasn't moving, Zhou Qing was overjoyed. He didn't use his daggers; after all, with his strength, even using his palms as blades, killing Long Ao would be an incredibly simple matter.

THUD, THUD.

Zhou Qing struck with both palms, using every ounce of his strength. Just as everyone thought Long Ao was surely dead, a miserable scream rang out. Immediately after, Zhou Qing's body was sent flying backward, crashing hard onto the ground and knocking him unconscious.

A wave of gasps went through the crowd.

No one could believe that Long Ao would dare to fight back under these circumstances. This was a complete provocation of the clan's authority. If this could be tolerated, what couldn't? It was simply unconscionable.

"Long Ao, you dare to fight back?"

Two disciples had already come in and carried the unconscious Zhou Qing away. From start to finish, Zhou Qing had no idea what happened. All he knew was that his opponent's body was incomparably hard—even harder than stone.

"The Third Level Long Family... so this is the so-called Third Level Long Family."

Long Yan's expression was as dark as it could possibly be. He never would have imagined that Long Ao's body was so tough that even a Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artist couldn't break through his physical Defense Power.

Normally, if a Venerable was willing to transform their power into a Qi Shield, they could stand still and let a Hundred Scattered Heaven Martial Artist strike them repeatedly without any issue.

But the situation was the exact opposite. Long Yan could clearly sense that Long Ao hadn't used any power at all just now. In other words, he had taken the hit relying solely on his body's raw Defense Power.

This was precisely why Long Yan couldn't figure it out. How on earth had Long Ao done it? After all, not even a Venerable should be able to do such a thing.

"Long Ao, you dare to injure a member of my Long Family?"

Long Ao snorted coldly and said mockingly, "If you're determined to find a pretext, you'll never be short of one. Should I have just stood here motionlessly and let you break my arms and cripple my Cultivation?"

Long Yan seemed about to say something but was stopped by Long Mowen, who had been silent until now. Long Mowen said indifferently, "Long Ao, I have just scanned you. There is indeed not the slightest trace of Dragon Breath on you. You are not a Dragon Martial Artist."

Hearing the Sect Leader's words, Long Yan was stunned. He didn't know what had come over the Sect Leader or why he would suddenly help this person.

"But, Long Ao, even though you aren't a Dragon Martial Artist, the Sect you established is named the Dragon Sect. This is a clear provocation toward the Long Family. For that alone, breaking your arms and crippling your Cultivation isn't going too far, is it?"

Scornful in his heart, Long Ao had now completely realized it. 'It's going to be nearly impossible to leave the Third Level Long Family alive this time. The Long Family is clearly just looking for trouble; how could they possibly let me go?'

"Patriarch, I would like to say a few words, if I may."

Seemingly surprised, Long Mowen still nodded. He was also curious to hear what the young man had to say.

"Patriarch, I came to the Third Level Long Family this time because of the Dragon Martial Artist matter, correct?"

"Correct."

"Good. Since you just said I am not a Dragon Martial Artist, then I am not guilty of any crime. And since I'm not guilty, may I leave?"

"Long Ao, you don't need to argue. I'll give you one chance. Convince me. Otherwise, you will certainly die today."

"Fine. You say that the Sect I established, the Dragon Sect, is a provocation to the Long Family. I'd like to ask, which rule of the Long Clan forbids its disciples from establishing their own sect and naming it the Dragon Sect?"

Both Long Mowen and Long Yan were rendered speechless. After all, they were already in the wrong on this matter. However, things had come to this point; if Long Ao were allowed to leave smoothly, the Long Family would lose a great deal of face.

Because of this, Long Mowen and Long Yan had already reached a tacit understanding. This time, no matter the reason, they would kill Long Ao on the spot. He was just a disciple from a Sixth Level Clan. They believed that even if the First Level Clan found out, nothing would come of it.

That was why Long Mowen and Long Yan were so brazen. If Long Ao had a higher status, the two of them would not dare to be so reckless.