War God Long Ao

Dragon Sect, Main Hall.

Gazing at the unconscious Long Potian on the floor, the entire main hall was deathly silent. No one dared to speak.

Long Ao was not as outwardly furious as one might expect. He stood quietly, his eyes fixed on Long Potian on the ground.

Piaomiao Palace... Long Ao knew the Snake Emperor’s intentions perfectly well. This was all just a ploy to lure him over.

"Sect Leader."

Waving his hand dismissively, Long Ao sneered, "From this moment on, no one is to disturb me. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without exception."

Everyone jumped in fright. They had never seen their Sect Leader like this before. It was terrifying. They all trembled, but after a moment’s thought, they understood. Given the relationship between Long Potian and the Sect Leader, it was only natural for him to be this furious now that Long Potian had been brutalized like this.

Carrying Long Potian’s body, Long Ao left the main hall.

「The Forbidden Land on the rear mountain.」

This was where Long Ao usually conducted his Cultivation, a place no one was allowed to enter.

"Long Fu, is there any way to save Brother Potian?"

His Dantian had been crippled, his arms and legs broken. Under normal circumstances, Long Potian would be a cripple for life. But Long Ao refused to accept that. No matter what, he had to save Brother Potian.

Shaking his head, Long Fu said helplessly, "There is no way."

His heart sank. "Is there really no way at all?"

"His arms and legs can be restored, but his Dantian has been destroyed. If you want to restore it, there is only one method."

"Speak."

When he heard that Long Fu actually had a way to restore Long Potian’s Dantian, Long Ao’s heart leaped with joy. He was impatient to hear it. After all, this was his mistake; it was his fault that Brother Potian had ended up like this. If Long Potian couldn’t recover, he would be tormented by guilt for the rest of his life.

"Master, this man’s Dantian is damaged beyond the point of normal recovery. However, I can transplant the Dantian of a Spirit Beast into him. As for how effective it will be, I cannot guarantee."

Nodding, Long Ao said, "No matter what, we must first restore Brother Potian’s Dantian. Right, what Level of Spirit Beast’s Dantian do we need?"

"Master, with the Dragon Seal Space’s current power, I can at most help one person with a Dantian transplant. The success rate is only eighty percent. Since we’re doing it, we might as well get him a good one."

"I understand."

Without another word, Long Ao immediately took the Four Great Semi-Saints to the Dark Forest. It took them three full days and nights before they finally managed to slay a Semi-Saint Spirit Beast. Not daring to delay for even a moment, he returned to the Sect at once and handed the Dantian to Long Fu.

Although Long Fu didn’t say much, Long Ao knew perfectly well that a Dantian transplant was no easy task. Otherwise, Long Fu would not have looked so grim.

He sent both the Holy Beast and Long Potian into the Dragon Seal Space.

At that moment, Long Ao’s fury finally erupted. He directly led the Corpse Slave Army, preparing to swarm Piaomiao Palace.

"Sect Leader, let us accompany you."

The Four Great Semi-Saints knew exactly what Piaomiao Palace represented. If the Sect Leader went alone, who knew what might happen? As Semi-Saint Martial Artists, they could at least provide some assistance.

Waving his hand, Long Ao sneered, "This is a personal grudge between me and Piaomiao Palace. It has nothing to do with you. You just need to help me look after the Sect."

Before the Four Great Semi-Saints could say anything more, Long Ao declared, "This matter is decided. Remember, no matter who it is, no one is to take a single step out of the Sect."

"Yes, Sect Leader." The Four Great Semi-Saints sighed deeply in their hearts. They knew their Sect Leader’s personality well. He always preferred to bear all burdens himself and never implicated those around him, even if it meant knowingly walking into the tiger’s den.

Long Ao didn’t set out immediately. Instead, he left the entire Corpse Slave Army behind at the Sect.

After thinking it over, Long Ao ultimately decided not to take the Corpse Slave Army. ’This trip to Piaomiao Palace is fraught with peril. Who knows if I’ll even make it back alive? If the Corpse Slave Army is lost for nothing, what will become of the Sect in the future?’

It was precisely this thought that made Long Ao decide not to take any Corpse Slaves, preparing to head to Piaomiao Palace alone.

Throughout Kyushu, whether in the Ordinary Spirit Realm or the Kyushu Spirit Realm, everyone eagerly awaited Long Ao’s move on Piaomiao Palace. However, most people believed he wouldn’t go.

The reason was simple.

As one of the Four Great Forces, Piaomiao Palace’s power and foundation were plain for all to see. Unless Long Ao had a death wish, he would never go to Piaomiao Palace.

But just when everyone thought Long Ao wouldn’t go to Piaomiao Palace, he arrived alone at the foot of Piaomiao Peak.

Glancing at the peak before him, Long Ao started walking toward Piaomiao Peak.

The area around Piaomiao Peak had long been filled with spies. The moment Long Ao appeared, countless forces were alerted. While they were shocked, they also found it somewhat expected. After all, this wasn’t the first or second time Long Ao had done something like this.

Walking up Piaomiao Peak, Long Ao was quite surprised, because he hadn’t seen a single person along the way.

Long Ao had long guessed that Piaomiao Palace had lured him here to deal with him. ’So why is no one to be seen? What kind of trick is Piaomiao Palace playing now?’

Whether it was intentional on Piaomiao Palace’s part or not, Long Ao walked straight to the rear mountain. Seeing the two figures pinned to the stone cliff, his expression instantly turned frigid. Killing Intent erupted from his body, billowing out in all directions.

"Piaomiao Palace."

Just as Long Ao was about to go up and rescue the two, Dugu Bai suddenly roared in terror, "Brother Long, be careful!"

Before Long Ao could react, he was struck by a beam of light. His body was sent flying backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale. Nevertheless, he forcefully endured it, flipping in mid-air to land steadily on his feet.

But before he could even catch his breath, the beam shot toward him again. Not daring to be the least bit careless, he immediately turned to dodge. It had to be admitted that Long Ao’s speed was indeed fast. Even as fast as the beam was, catching him was no easy task.

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.

At that moment, the Snake Emperor emerged, clapping, followed by two Semi-Saint Martial Artists. He sneered, "Long Ao is Long Ao, after all. To think you could dodge that... impressive. But I’m quite puzzled. How can a mere World King Martial Artist like you manage to obliterate a World Emperor Martial Artist?"

It wasn’t just the Snake Emperor; everyone else was equally puzzled by this point. Was it really just because of that heaven-shaking strike?

Long Ao completely ignored the Snake Emperor. He glanced at the two captives, his eyes lingering on the battered Dugu Bai. Suppressing his Killing Intent, he said in a cold voice, "Snake Emperor, you only wanted to lure me here. I am here now. Let them go."

"On what grounds? Who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think you’re invincible? Long Ao, let me tell you straight: in my eyes, you’re not even worth a fart."