War God Long Ao

"Long Ao, have you been scared stupid?"

"Long Ao, do you really think you're invincible just because you possess Heaven and Earth's Momentum?"

"This kid must have lost his mind. He wants to slaughter us? What makes you think you can?"

"Up yours." Long Ao completely ignored the Great Venerables' mockery and contempt. His goal was to utterly enrage them so he could lure them all into the valley, then trap and slaughter them.

"Long Ao, I'm really starting to suspect there's something wrong with your head."

Hearing Yiyi's taunt, all the Great Venerables burst into hysterical laughter. The situation was indeed comical—at least in their eyes, Long Ao's words were a complete joke.

Long Ao's Cultivation speed was indeed fast, and his talent was astounding. But in the end, he was still just a Celestial Venerable Martial Artist.

But what about their side?

Not counting Yiyi Realm King, they had a full eighty Great Venerables. They didn't need to team up; a single Great Venerable could easily annihilate Long Ao without breaking a sweat.

"Long Ao, I know the Dragon Sect has a powerful array. But what if we just surround this place and kill anyone who comes out, one by one? What do you think the final outcome will be then?"

The tale of Long Ao slaying a Great Venerable had been widely circulated and debated.

Everyone said that the only reason Long Ao could kill a Great Venerable was not his own ability, but his reliance on the Sect's array. Otherwise, with his strength alone, he would be no match for a Great Venerable.

An array—an incomparably powerful thing.

An array that could obliterate a Great Venerable—one could only imagine how formidable it was.

For this very reason, everyone had already decided before arriving that they would not enter the Dragon Sect during this attack. They planned to simply lay siege, intending to trap and starve out the Dragon Sect.

In the end, everyone, including Yiyi Realm King, was afraid of the Dragon Sect's array.

Of course, Long Ao knew what they were thinking. He gave a cold laugh and said mockingly, "So you're just wary of the Dragon Sect's array. How pathetic. In that case, I'll give you a chance. Let's find a place, and I'll take on all of you by myself. How about it?"

"Motherfucker! You think you can take us all on by yourself?"

A Great Venerable swearing was practically the biggest news in the world, but Long Ao's arrogance and mockery had completely enraged these normally high and mighty Great Venerables.

How could eighty Great Venerables endure being so despised and looked down upon by a mere Celestial Venerable?

But Yiyi waved his hand to stop them. Before they came, he had received a report. Long Ao had used this very Provocation Technique to kill Su Chen, successfully luring him and his men into the Dragon Sect's array before annihilating them all.

It was the same old trick.

Of course, Yiyi wasn't about to fall for it. What a joke. If Long Ao just casually picked another spot, who the hell knew if he had set up another array there? An array that could kill Great Venerables could certainly kill them, too.

Although Yiyi knew perfectly well that, besides being trapped in the array, the more important reason Su Chen and his men were killed by Long Ao was because of the Thunder Tribulation Power.

But Yiyi still didn't dare to gamble. If he lost the bet, their fate would be identical to Su Chen's.

For that reason, Yiyi didn't fall for the ploy of letting Long Ao choose the location.

"Long Ao, we don't need to choose. Let's do it right here. You can pick any one of us. As long as you win, we will turn around and leave immediately, never to return. How about it?"

Although his Cultivation had officially broken through to the Celestial Venerable Realm, Long Ao knew his own limits. With his current strength, defeating a Great Venerable was still a difficult task, not to mention with so many other experts watching him like tigers eyeing their prey.

He scoffed and said mockingly, "I always thought the Four Great Forces would send some heaven-shaking experts, but it turns out you're just a bunch of cowards. Since that's the case, I won't fight with trash. Do as you please."

With that, Long Ao turned to leave.

Seeing Long Ao about to return to the Dragon Sect, everyone was alarmed. Fearing the array within the Dragon Sect, none of them dared to take a single step inside. If Long Ao really chose to turtle up in there, were they really going to have to just stand here and wait him out?

Waiting was a small matter, but they all feared that if word of this got out, what would become of the Four Great Forces' reputation? What would become of their own honor?

"Long Ao."

"Don't call my name. You're all truly trash. Eighty Great Venerables and one Realm King, and you're all a bunch of cowardly mice. Since you don't dare to come in and don't dare to accept my challenge, why pretend to be heroes? Let me give you some advice: just scram and go home. Save yourselves the public embarrassment."

Humiliated by Long Ao like this, the faces of all eighty-one of them twisted in fury, yet their fear of the array kept them from daring to move an inch closer.

If word of this got out, the eighty-one experts of the Four Great Forces would indeed become a laughingstock to the entire world.

It was this thought that made the eighty-one of them realize they couldn't let Long Ao go. But he was standing right in front of the Dragon Sect and could go back whenever he wanted. Were they just going to let him return?

"Long Ao, we accept your challenge. But you don't choose the location. We do."

His heart leaped with joy. In truth, Long Ao was completely confident. It didn't matter where the eighty-one of them chose, as long as he could trap and slaughter them.

A cold sneer crept onto his lips. Long Ao turned around, raised his finger, and began to count.

"One, two, three, four."

Listening to Long Ao count them one by one, their faces became impossibly grim. He clearly didn't take them seriously at all. If they could still endure such humiliation, they wouldn't need others to despise them; they would loathe themselves for it.

Waving his hand, Yiyi stopped the utterly enraged crowd and said fiercely, "Long Ao, stop playing games. We'll pick the place. And as I said before, pick any one of us. If you can win, we'll spare your life."

Shaking his head, Long Ao let out a deep sigh. "The words of the Four Great Forces are worth less than a fart. If I remember correctly, the Third Level Long Family and the Imperial City have broken their word before, and not just once. As for the Netherworld Mansion and Piaomiao Palace, you're probably all cut from the same cloth. Tell me, isn't it laughable to talk about integrity with a bunch of faithless scoundrels like you?"

They were rendered speechless, because what Long Ao said was true. The Third Level Long Family and the Imperial City had indeed broken their word to him several times, but of course, none of them would admit it now.

Yiyi sneered, "Others cannot speak for us. We will absolutely not break our word. Long Ao, could it be that you're scared?"

"Hahaha, me, scared? I, Long Ao, have never been scared of anything, especially not you Four Great Forces. Every last one of you is trash—complete and utter trash. You think I'd be scared?"