War God Long Ao

"Long Ao, I lost."

Waving his hand, Long Ao said, "Long Chen, you didn't lose. Let's call it a draw. Although we're enemies, I still admire you. If you hadn't restricted your Realm, I wouldn't have been a match for you."

Just as Long Chen was about to speak, Long Ao continued, "Strictly speaking, we both won, and you could also say we both lost."

With that, Long Ao turned and quickly departed, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

'We both lost, and you could also say we both won?'

'What does that mean?'

No one could understand what Long Ao meant, but since he had said it, they all believed the two had fought to a draw.

Staring intently at Long Ao's receding figure, Long Chen remained silent. He, of course, knew the meaning behind Long Ao's words. Strictly speaking, he truly hadn't lost.

But Long Chen knew that Long Ao's talent and potential far surpassed his own. 'Right now, Long Ao might not be a match for me, but what about the future? I'm sure it won't be long before his strength catches up to mine.'

"I'll wait for you."

Leaving those four words behind, Long Chen also turned and left.

Already far in the distance, Long Ao—whether he heard Long Chen's words or not—turned around. He looked up at the endless void, his expression resolute as he declared, "One day, I will defeat you, fair and square."

Long Ao knew that while he might have beaten Long Chen this time, it wasn't a true victory.

After all, Long Chen wasn't at the Peak of Earth Venerable; he was in the Realm King Realm. 'If Long Chen had used his full strength, could I have possibly withstood it?'

Long Ao knew perfectly well that unless his own Cultivation also reached the Realm King Realm, it would be incredibly difficult to stand against Long Chen.

It was for this very reason that Long Ao made a firm vow to himself. One day, he would defeat Long Chen fair and square and earn his place on the Dragon Ranking with honor.

"Long Ao, we meet again."

Long Ao's expression turned cold as he watched the two figures suddenly appear before him.

Long Mowen and Long Yan. One was the Patriarch of the Long Family, the other an Elder. It could be said that the two of them were the strongest experts in the Third Level Long Family.

'If Long Chen is a World King Martial Artist, doesn't that make Long Mowen and Long Yan World Emperor Martial Artists?'

Within the Eight Realms of Void, a World Emperor was a peak existence.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't wary. Long Ao remained on high alert, ready to fight at a moment's notice. But he knew his chances of escape this time were slim to none.

"Brother Long, why don't you hand Long Ao over to me? Consider it a favor I owe you. How about it?"

At Duan He's sudden appearance, the expressions of Long Mowen and Long Yan turned cold. Long Mowen snorted, "Duan He, this is a grudge between Long Ao and me. What right do you have to interfere? You'd best get lost."

There was no way Long Mowen would let Long Ao go. Ten Celestial Venerables and one Great Venerable had been killed, and their bodies had been sent back completely intact. If the Long Family couldn't avenge this humiliation, what would become of their reputation?

Duan He's expression turned extremely sour, but given the strength and heritage of the Third Level Long Family, he could only grit his teeth and endure.

"Uncle."

"Long Chen, you have done well. Return to the clan for now. I will find you later."

Shaking his head, Long Chen said, "Uncle, regarding my agreement with Long Ao, I did indeed lose. Whatever the reason, I hope you will honor our pact and announce to the world that the grudge between the Long Family and Long Ao is settled. As for Long Ao, I hope you will stop pursuing him."

"Impossible."

"Shameless."

Completely ignoring Long Ao's taunt, Long Mowen suddenly said, "Long Ao secretly became a Dragon Martial Artist. According to the rules of the Long Clan, he must be handed over to our Long Family for punishment. Long Ao, am I not correct?"

"That's right, I am indeed a Dragon Martial Artist. But what's that got to do with you? Do you have nothing better to do?"

Long Mowen and his men seemed not to have expected Long Ao to say such a thing. They were stunned for a moment, then filled with rage. He said, "Long Chen, you hear that? Long Ao is showing complete disregard for the Long Clan's regulations. Killing him on the spot would not be going too far."

"Long Mowen, I'd like to ask, this regulation, is it a rule of the Long Clan or a rule of your Third Level Long Family?"

"Of course it's a regulation of the Long Clan." The moment the words left his mouth, Long Mowen's heart skipped a beat. He realized he had fallen into a trap and been led around in circles.

"Hahaha, so it's a regulation of the Long Clan! And here I thought it was a rule from your Third Level Long Family. If that's the case, then even if I am a Dragon Martial Artist, what the hell does it have to do with your Long Family? If anyone's going to sanction me, it should be the business of the main Long Clan."

Rendered speechless, Long Mowen knew it was true. Still, he couldn't accept it. If he let Long Ao go just like this, the Third Level Long Family's reputation would be utterly ruined.

"Nothing to say? Then I'll be taking my leave."

"Uncle."

After giving Long Chen a long, hard look and thinking for a moment, Long Mowen suddenly said, "Fine. For Long Chen's sake, we will consider our grudge settled for now. However, your conflict with the Imperial City is not something I can meddle in."

Long Mowen's meaning was simple. They wouldn't get involved, but whether or not the Imperial City wanted to kill Long Ao had nothing to do with them.

"Long Ao, you're on your own."

With that, Long Mowen turned and left with Long Yan and Long Chen, vanishing without a trace moments later.

"You're truly arrogant, Long Ao. You actually dared to kill a Law Enforcement Celestial Venerable from my Imperial City. How do you plan to answer to me?"

"I'll explain it to your mother."

"You're courting death."

Before Duan He could even make a move, his expression changed drastically. Trembling with fury, he roared, "Long Ao, if you dare to harm a single hair on my son's head, I will tear you limb from limb!"

It turned out that Long Ao had summoned Duan Tianfeng, who was now a Corpse Slave. Duan Tianfeng was under Long Ao's complete control, but to Duan He's eyes, it made no difference. He believed his opponent had simply captured his son.

"Duan He, this grudge is between me and the Imperial City. I hope you don't drag my family into it. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never see your son again. I suggest you act wisely."

Without giving Duan He any chance to make a move, Long Ao departed with Duan Tianfeng in tow.

At that moment, Duan He's fury reached its peak. His entire body began to tremble with rage, but in the end, reason suppressed his impulse. No matter what, his son was in Long Ao's hands. If he acted rashly and accidentally harmed the boy, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Long Mowen and Long Yan, who had already departed, could never have imagined that Long Ao would capture Duan He's son, Duan Tianfeng. If they had known Duan He would be unable to kill Long Ao, Long Mowen would never have left so easily. But in this world, no one can predict everything—not even Long Mowen.