War God Long Ao

Tianshan Peak.

The entire mountain peak was over ten thousand meters high. Standing at its summit, it felt as if one could touch the clouds.

The Four Great Sect Masters, leaders of the Four Great Forces—the Eastern Emperor City, the West Third Level Long Family, the Southern Netherworld Mansion, and the North Piaomiao Palace—had all arrived.

Among them, Emperor City Lord Duan He and Third Level Long Family Patriarch Long Mowen wore extremely grim expressions. After all, Long Ao's actions were far more than simple provocation. If Long Ao didn't die, how could their two forces ever save face?

Ever since the Four Great Forces began to dominate the Kyushu Spirit Realm, no one had ever dared to be so audacious.

"Brother Long, in the battle between Long Chen and Long Ao, if Long Chen should unfortunately be defeated, we absolutely cannot let Long Ao leave this place."

Cursing inwardly, Long Mowen snorted, "Long Ao cannot possibly win."

Long Mowen had great confidence in his nephew. He was a Realm King Martial Artist and ranked 100th on the Dragon Ranking. If Long Ao could actually defeat Long Chen, then the Third Level Long Family might as well just give up and die.

"It's always better to be safe than sorry."

"There is no 'what if,' Duan He. This is a grudge between my Long Family and Long Ao, and it has nothing to do with the Eastern Emperor City. You'd best not interfere, or don't blame me for getting ruthless."

"Long Mowen, you should know that Long Ao is also an enemy of my Eastern Emperor City. If your Long Family isn't confident, then don't blame my city for getting involved."

Watching Duan He walk away, Long Mowen's expression grew even colder. He clenched his fists tightly. Long Ao's emergence had brought utter disgrace upon the Third Level Long Family. Therefore, Long Chen had to win this battle.

Tianshan Peak.

Long Ao and Long Chen stood facing each other. Dressed in black, with fiery red hair dancing wildly, Long Ao looked like a War God descended to the mortal realm. Even the Four Great Sect Masters had to admit that Long Ao was indeed a super-genius, the likes of which appeared only once in ten thousand years.

"Long Ao, I admire you."

Long Ao said nothing, standing there quietly.

"If you had a better birth, I believe your current achievements would surpass my own. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I know very well that your talent is enough to eclipse all others of our generation."

Still, Long Ao said nothing. He remained standing quietly.

"I am ranked 100th on the Dragon Ranking and I am a Realm King Martial Artist. If I were to fight you like this, even if I won, I believe you would not accept the outcome, and neither would the rest of the world. I will not tarnish the Dragon Ranking, nor will I tarnish my own name."

Hearing this, Long Ao seemed a little curious, wondering what exactly Long Chen was planning.

"Long Ao, I will use a Secret Technique to seal my power and forcibly lower my Realm to the Peak Earth Venerable Realm. We will have a fair fight. If you win, you will take my place as 100th on the Dragon Ranking. But if you lose, it's simple. You must kneel before the gates of the Long Family in front of the entire world, admit your mistakes, and sever your own arms. How about it?"

"Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, Long Ao burst into wild laughter.

"Long Chen, I admire you for forcibly lowering your Realm to fight me fairly. But you're also being a bit too shameless. If I win, I would naturally take your place as 100th on the Dragon Ranking anyway. Yet if I lose, I have to sever my own arms. Do you think that's fair?"

"What do you propose?"

"It's simple. If you win, I, Long Ao, will immediately kill myself here and now. But if you lose, I won't ask you to kill yourself or sever your arms. The Long Family must announce to the world and publicly apologize to me. How about that?"

His expression darkened slightly, but he was very confident in his own strength.

Long Chen turned to look at Long Mowen in the distance. Although his status in the Long Family was high, he was not the Patriarch. A matter of this magnitude had to be decided by the Patriarch; he had no right to overstep his authority.

At that moment, Long Mowen's expression was very ugly.

Originally, Long Mowen had been filled with confidence. With Long Chen's strength, killing Long Ao should have been an incredibly easy task. But now Long Chen, concerned for the honor of the Dragon Ranking and his own reputation, wanted to forcibly suppress his Realm. For some reason, Long Mowen couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, the ten Celestial Venerables and one Great Venerable the family had sent after him had all Fallen at his hands. 'What if Long Chen loses?'

The consequences were unimaginable. But Long Mowen knew clearly in his heart that things had already reached this point. If he backed down now, he would surely be ridiculed by the entire world.

Because of this, Long Mowen nodded, indicating his agreement.

"Long Ao, I agree. I hope you don't disappoint me."

"I hope you don't disappoint me, either."

Neither Long Ao nor Long Chen spoke again. They stared intently at each other, powerful Momentums erupting from their bodies. Before the battle had even begun, their Momentums had already clashed fiercely.

"Long Ao, I am a Dragon Martial Artist. No matter the situation, I will always summon my partner. I hear you are also a Dragon Martial Artist. Please, go ahead."

Long Ao knew exactly what Long Chen meant. He nodded. Immediately after, two Dragon's Roars echoed between Heaven and Earth as a Golden Giant Dragon and a pure black Giant Dragon appeared in mid-air.

Dragon Martial Artists.

Two Dragon Martial Artists.

Everyone was incredibly excited. After all, Long Chen had now forcibly lowered his Realm to Peak Earth Venerable, exactly the same as Long Ao. Even the Realms of their two Giant Dragons were nearly identical. No one could really say who would win or lose.

For this very reason, everyone was filled with anticipation.

"Patriarch, if Long Ao gets lucky and wins, what should we do?"

Long Mowen knew exactly what Long Yan meant. He said coldly, "If that happens, Long Ao must die."

Long Mowen's meaning was simple: no matter what happened today, Long Ao would not be leaving this place alive. After all, the strength of the Elders alone was far beyond what Long Ao could contend with.

Both Long Mowen and Long Yan knew very well in their hearts that if Long Chen hadn't forcibly suppressed his Realm, Long Ao's strength alone would have been no match for him.

However, those on the Dragon Ranking could not allow others to doubt their honor. If Long Chen didn't suppress his Realm, even if he defeated Long Ao, the world would not accept the victory.

The two Giant Dragons soared through the air. Long Qiang was a mutated Giant Dragon, and his aura was far superior to that of the Golden Giant Dragon. One must understand, however, that Golden Giant Dragons were still considered a relatively powerful race within the Dragon Race.

But the battle had begun, and the Golden Giant Dragon could not retreat. Before Long Ao and Long Chen had even started their fight, their two Giant Dragons were already engaged. A duel between Giant Dragons was a sight seen once in a hundred years; naturally, no one wanted to miss this opportunity.

Although the Four Great Forces did not permit ordinary people to ascend Tianshan Peak, everyone had traveled thousands of miles just to watch this battle. Now, blocked at the foot of the mountain, who would be willing to give up? No one. And so, the crowd began to madly surge up Tianshan Peak. Even the members of the Four Great Forces couldn't control them, and in the end, they could only let anyone who wished to ascend do so. Just like that, Tianshan Peak became utterly bustling with excitement.