War God Long Ao

Shameless.

'Shameless bastards,' Long Ao cursed internally. He paid no mind to his own safety, focusing solely on protecting Long Ming.

"You shameless human, you truly court death. Do you really think you can stand against us?"

The faces of the eight Race Leaders were filled with mockery and contempt. They could clearly sense Long Ao's strength—he was merely an Earth Venerable, with a long way to go before becoming a Realm King.

The fact remained, forget the Eight Great Clans attacking at once; Long Ao wouldn't even stand a chance in a one-on-one fight.

"Take one more step, and I'll kill you without mercy."

"Hahaha, hahaha."

Hearing Long Ao's bold declaration, the Eight Great Race Leaders burst into crazed laughter, as if they had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. Suddenly, the Hellhound Race Leader took a step forward and said mockingly, "I've taken a step now. What can you do to me?"

Without wasting another word, a terrifying Heaven and Earth's Momentum erupted from Long Ao. He then fused the Heaven and Earth's Momentum into his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and viciously slashed out.

It was a world-shaking slash, imbued with Heaven and Earth's Momentum—a strike that could rattle the heavens and make ghosts weep.

The Hellhound Race Leader was startled. Not just him, but even the other Race Leaders were shocked. None of them could believe that this human actually dared to attack first.

After all, the eight of them were Realm King Martial Artists, while their opponent was merely an Earth Venerable. The gap between them was immense; they weren't even in the same league.

The Hellhound Race Leader had never expected it, especially since Long Ao's slash contained the terrifying Heaven and Earth's Momentum.

"Heaven and Earth's Momentum!!!"

Feeling the powerful Momentum radiating from Long Ao, the other seven Race Leaders—everyone except the Death God Mantis Race Leader—were flabbergasted, their faces filled with terror. None of them had imagined that a mere human at the Earth Venerable Realm could unleash the legendary Heaven and Earth's Momentum.

Because of this, the Hellhound Race Leader was caught off guard. Unable to dodge in time, he was struck by the Sword Aura. If not for the protection of his Power of Domain, that single slash would have been enough to obliterate him.

His right leg nearly severed, the enraged Hellhound Race Leader immediately released his Power of Domain.

But Long Ao, possessing Heaven and Earth's Momentum, completely ignored the Power of Domain. If word of this got out, likely no one would believe it.

The reason Realm Kings were so powerful was because their internal Spiritual Essence had transformed into the Power of Domain. It was said that within their own Domain, a Realm King was an absolute overlord.

But there are exceptions to every rule, and Long Ao was one. He had condensed Heaven and Earth's Momentum while only in the Earth Venerable Realm. Since Heaven and Earth's Momentum was a power that surpassed the Power of Domain, it was only natural that it could completely ignore it.

"Heaven and Earth's Momentum... Don't tell me you're a reincarnation?"

'A reincarnation?'

Long Ao had no idea what the Hellhound Race Leader was talking about, but he certainly wasn't going to tell the Eight Great Race Leaders how he obtained his Heaven and Earth's Momentum. As the saying goes, the more mysterious something is, the more it is feared.

Although Long Ao didn't know what Realm was required to condense Heaven and Earth's Momentum, he knew one thing for certain: any Martial Artist who could do it was incredibly formidable.

Just as Long Ao had guessed, the Heaven and Earth's Momentum was so powerful and the Eight Great Race Leaders knew so little about his situation that they were temporarily bluffed.

"Human, who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is none of your damn business."

Staring coldly at the Eight Great Race Leaders, Long Ao suddenly sneered. "Since you've already guessed, I won't hide it. I am indeed a reincarnation. If I go all out, ensuring we both suffer heavy losses is more than achievable."

Before the Eight Great Race Leaders could say anything, Long Ao continued, "You can choose not to believe me, but we can put it to the test. If you lose, we'll be annihilated together. If I lose, we'll both be severely wounded. How about it?"

Annihilated together?

Both severely wounded?

Aren't those the same thing?

The more confident Long Ao appeared, the more the Eight Great Race Leaders hesitated to act rashly. The Heaven and Earth's Momentum he had just released had truly shaken them to the core. If he really was a reincarnation and chose to self-destruct or drag them down with him, the trouble would be immense.

The Abyss Scorpion Race Leader, the Biqing Mad Lion Race Leader, the Blood-Eyed Demon Ape Race Leader, the Celestial Mountain Wild Bull Race Leader, the Bloodthirsty Human-faced Spider Race Leader, the Gold-devouring Flying Ant Race Leader, the Hellhound Race Leader, and the Death God Mantis Race Leader.

The Eight Great Race Leaders looked at one another, already deliberating on how to handle the situation.

After an unknown amount of time, the Abyss Scorpion Race Leader suddenly spoke. "Human, you may leave. We can write off everything that has happened so far. But you must leave now, and the beast must stay."

"Hahaha."

Giving the eight of them a scornful look, Long Ao, who was no fool, naturally knew they were only acting this way because they feared the Heaven and Earth's Momentum he had just displayed. Otherwise, his strength alone would never have been enough to intimidate Eight Great Realm King Race Leaders.

"A scoundrel is a scoundrel for life; a pig is just bacon in the making. The eight of you are a waste of air while alive and a waste of land when you're dead."

Before the Eight Great Race Leaders could react, Long Ao continued his tirade: "If your mothers hadn't been such sluts, you wouldn't have been born so early. How sad. What a tragedy."

Long Ao was doing all this to buy time. He knew very well that Long Ming's inheritance process had already been going on for half an hour and could end at any moment. Every second he could stall for was a second gained.

And so, Long Ao continued his tirade: "The eight of you were born lacking calcium and grew up lacking love. Your grandmas never doted on you, your uncles never wanted you. Your left cheeks are begging for a slap, your right for a kick. Donkeys kick you on sight, pigs trample you for sport! You were born cucumbers, just begging to be smashed! You grew up as walnuts, just begging to be hammered! For your entire lives, you've been broken-down motorcycles, just begging for a kick! You'll find wives that are screws, just begging to be twisted! I mean, seriously. I teach you to practice with the saber, you insist on the sword. And you don't even practice with a high-class sword, you practice low-class trash! You won't use a Golden Sword, you use a Silver Sword! I offer to make you Sword Immortals, you refuse. I grant you the title of Sword God, you won't take it. Instead, you shamelessly wail and cry, begging to be a Swordman. *Sigh*... what was the point?"

Shaking his head in exasperation, Long Ao let out a deep sigh. "You eight must be as elegant as jade trees, handsome and dashing, suave and debonair, loved by all people, adored by all flowers. It seems the eight of you are truly the cream of the crop among scumbags, the beasts among beasts."

One had to admit, Long Ao's insults had reached the level of turning decay into magic. Those he cursed would often feel as if they'd achieved sudden enlightenment, their hearts and minds filled with bliss.

At this point, only a few phrases could truly describe Long Ao. Such a tirade should only exist in the heavens; how often could one hear its like in the mortal world? The endless sagas of antiquity, the rise and fall of countless dynasties—all seemed to be encapsulated in his scoffs and scolds. You could say its echo would linger among the rafters for three thousand days, its resonance unending. We of this generation, alas, would likely never have the fortune to hear such a thing again.