War God Long Ao

"What the hell? Long Ao was clearly dead, so why did he suddenly vanish into thin air?"

They searched for a full day and night, but still found no trace of Long Ao. The expressions on both Feng Wuyi's and Liu Boming's faces had turned utterly grim.

"It seems Long Ao is dead after all. There's no need for us to keep searching. Let's go."

Liu Boming had just finished speaking when a terrifying Sword Aura came slashing down, startling them both.

Not daring to be the least bit careless, the two dodged to the side. But the Space Rifts that appeared around them seemed as if they could devour everything.

An ordinary Semi-Saint would have long since been devoured by the surrounding Space Rifts, but Feng Wuyi and Liu Boming were Saints, after all. They barely managed to evade it.

"I hope you two have been well."

Staring at the youth who had suddenly appeared before them, both men were stunned. They never in a million years would have imagined that Long Ao, who should have been dead, had come back to life and was standing right in front of them, alive and well.

"Long Ao, I have to admit, you're a tough one to kill. To think you survived even that."

"Hmph. I've always been hard to kill."

Long Ao felt nothing but contempt for them. They had agreed to a ten-move limit, but the two had ambushed him instead. Otherwise, he would have already won their agreement.

Huh?

Just then, the two men gasped in surprise, as if they couldn't believe what they were sensing.

"You've broken through to the Void Saint Realm."

"Thank you. It's all thanks to you two."

Though they didn't want to believe it, the truth was right before their eyes. The two were completely stunned. They simply couldn't fathom how Long Ao could have broken through to the Void Saint Realm so smoothly.

'This kind of talent and potential is just too terrifying. If he were given any more time, wouldn't he quickly catch up to them?'

The more exceptionally talented and brilliant Long Ao appeared, the stronger their killing intent became.

Fail to pull the weeds by the roots, and they will grow again in the spring.

"Long Ao, don't think that just because your Cultivation has broken through to the Semi-Saint Realm, you can contend with us. No matter what happens today, you must die."

"Hahahaha."

Hearing this, Long Ao threw his head back and laughed. Without another useless word, his body shot forward. Before he even arrived, his terrifying Heaven and Earth's Momentum was already pressing down fiercely.

By using Heaven and Earth's Momentum, Long Ao's intention was simple: he wanted to suppress his opponents' Holy Yuan Momentum. Otherwise, forget about even fighting; he wouldn't be able to withstand their Holy Yuan Momentum alone.

The two hadn't expected Long Ao to take the offensive. This time, they didn't fight him one-on-one. In order to end the battle quickly, they joined forces, preparing to kill Long Ao together.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

This time, Long Ao chose to fight one against two in a direct confrontation. He wanted to see what level his current strength had reached and just how big the gap was between himself and a Saint.

As the saying goes: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be victorious in every battle.

This time, Long Ao was also aiming for a quick victory. The moment they engaged, he immediately used his Self-Created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together, and his Blood-Drinking Devouring. Under this dual assault, even the two of them working together didn't dare to take the attack head-on.

At that moment, Long Ao used Spatial Teleportation again, his body silently appearing behind the two men like a phantom. He sent out a light palm strike that seemed unremarkable, but in reality, its power was immense.

Startled, the two had no idea what had happened. But a Saint's Sensing Power was extremely formidable. Instantly sensing the terrifying momentum behind them, they didn't even need to turn around before fiercely throwing their fists backward.

Long Ao didn't choose to clash with them head-on. Enduring the waves of weakness washing over his mind, he used Spatial Teleportation twice in a row, instantly teleporting two meters away before making his escape.

"Feng Wuyi, Liu Boming, I will settle this score with Piaomiao Palace in due time! You two had better pray! Hahahaha, I'll be back for you!"

As his voice gradually faded, Long Ao's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

The two did not give chase. At that moment, both Feng Wuyi and Liu Boming were simply standing there, stunned and lost in thought.

"How did Long Ao do that?"

"Instant Teleportation... A Divine Ability like that... It seems only the Long Clan's Talent Divine Abilities can do that. No matter what, word of this cannot get out. Otherwise, we'll be in deep trouble."

The two were no fools. They certainly knew that if news of them ambushing Long Ao got out, Piaomiao Palace would become a laughingstock. No matter how you looked at it, the whole affair was disgraceful.

"No matter what, that boy must be killed. We'll go contact the Third Level Long Family and Netherworld Mansion now. We'll explain the stakes to both families. Whether they're willing to join us will be up to them."

Long Ao's return from the dead and his Cultivation breaking through to the Void Saint Realm made the two of them even more wary. They wished they could kill him on the spot and eliminate this threat for good.

「Atop a giant boulder.」

Long Ao sat cross-legged, quietly nurturing his soul. He was still a bit frustrated about his fight with the two Saints. Although his Cultivation had broken through to the Semi-Saint Realm, the gap between him and a true Saint was still too large.

'Spatial Teleportation.'

Long Ao's body suddenly vanished, reappearing a meter away in the next instant.

Long Ao was very satisfied with the power of Spatial Teleportation. He stood up and gave a long stretch.

The Eighth Realm of Void Saint, in ascending order of strength, were divided into the Semi-Saint Realm, Saint Realm, Earth Saint Realm, Celestial Saint Realm, Saint King Realm, Saint Emperor Realm, Saint Venerable Realm, and Saint Monarch Realm.

Long Ao knew very well that his current Cultivation had only just broken through into the Void Saint rank, placing him at its very lowest level. Forget about supreme existences like Saint Kings, Saint Emperors, or Saint Venerables; he was no match for even a simple Saint.

Semi-Saint Martial Artists were divided into four levels: Basic Level Semi-Saint, Middle Level Semi-Saint, High Level Semi-Saint, and Peak Semi-Saint.

Long Ao didn't linger in the Kyushu Spirit Realm. He rushed back to his family at full speed, and while he was en route, he had already spread the news, staying one step ahead of Piaomiao Palace.

Long Ao's reasoning was simple. Feng Wuyi and Liu Boming had ambushed him, meaning they were the first to violate the one-year agreement. If Piaomiao Palace spread the news first, he would be put on the defensive, and all the blame would likely be pinned on him.

The news Long Ao spread instantly traveled throughout the two great realms of Kyushu. Everyone who heard it cursed Piaomiao Palace for their shamelessness. As one of the Four Great Forces, they had clearly made a one-year agreement with Long Ao, only to be the first to tear it up. For that alone, Piaomiao Palace had become scoundrels in the eyes of the public.

With Piaomiao Palace cast as the villains, Long Ao became the righteous gentleman. Because of this, people everywhere began to curse Piaomiao Palace and praise Long Ao, frustrating the members of the palace to no end.

(PS: First off, my apologies. I had some serious writer's block this afternoon and spent the whole time just staring blankly at my computer. I've finally broken through it, though! Xiaojiu will do my best to post more updates. Thanks for your understanding!)