War God Long Ao

"Shanggong Yuan, what do you want?"

Long Ao knew, of course, that Shanggong Yuan wasn’t wary of him, but of the Celestial Divine Prince before them.

The Prince just smiled as well, not saying a word.

Shanggong Yuan sneered without reserve. "Long Ao, if you have the guts, fight me fairly. If you win, I’ll be at your disposal. If you lose, you’ll kill yourself on the spot. How about it?"

Hearing Shanggong Yuan’s proposition, it wasn’t just Long Ao who laughed; the Celestial Divine Prince laughed too.

’A fair fight?’

A Divine Dao Martial Artist wanted a fair fight with a Semi-Saint Martial Artist. How could a battle like that possibly be considered fair?

"Long Ao, don’t you dare?"

Chuckling, Long Ao suddenly said, "I’ve seen shameless people before, but you take the cake. Shanggong Yuan, you’re a real disgrace to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect."

The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was clearly Shanggong Yuan’s sore spot. Hearing Long Ao bring it up like that, his face instantly contorted with rage. If he weren’t wary of the Celestial Divine’s Spirit beside him, Shanggong Yuan would have already attacked.

"Shanggong Yuan."

"Senior Prince, what are your orders?"

Shanggong Yuan was terrified of the Prince, afraid the Prince would devour his Divine Spirit. If that really happened, he wouldn’t even have a chance to enter Reincarnation.

"About this ’fair fight’ you just mentioned... I won’t say much. I know you’re not convinced. So how about this? I’ll arrange a truly fair fight for you two."

’Damn you to hell.’

He cursed viciously in his heart, but Shanggong Yuan didn’t dare let his dissatisfaction show. He nodded and said with a smile, "I trust Senior Prince."

Shanggong Yuan was a crafty old fox. He tried to corner the Prince with his words, preventing him from favoring Long Ao. That way, no matter what happened, he wouldn’t have to be afraid.

The Divine Dao was the most powerful existence between Heaven and Earth.

Even a Void God Martial Artist was an existence that a Void Saint Martial Artist could not compare to.

The Void Saint Realm and the Divine Dao Realm were like heaven and earth; the two couldn’t be mentioned in the same breath. The difference was simply too vast. They weren’t on the same level at all.

Precisely because of this, Shanggong Yuan was completely confident. No matter what, he had no fear of Long Ao.

"Long Ao, do you have a problem with that?"

"None."

Long Ao agreed immediately, without a second thought.

For some reason, he always had a feeling about the Senior Prince before him—an indescribable feeling that couldn’t be put into words.

"Shanggong Yuan, I am very fair. I will now forcibly suppress your Divine Soul Realm to the Semi-Saint Realm. That way, the battle between you can be called fair. What do you think?"

Shanggong Yuan jumped in fright. Having his realm forcibly suppressed to the Semi-Saint Realm... to say he wasn’t worried would be a lie. But he knew very well that things had already reached this point. He had no choice. Otherwise, if the Prince went on a killing spree and devoured his Divine Spirit, he wouldn’t even have a chance to regret it.

Thinking of this, Shanggong Yuan nodded in agreement. "I have no problem with that. We’ll just see if Long Ao dares to accept the challenge."

In truth, Shanggong Yuan was still quite confident. In his mind, even if his realm was forcibly suppressed, his opponent couldn’t possibly be his match. After all, when two Martial Artists of the same Level fought, it came down to combat experience and other factors.

"Senior, I have no problem either."

"Good. In that case, let’s begin."

The Prince had just finished speaking when Shanggong Yuan felt his Divine Spirit tremble. Immediately after, his realm dropped rapidly, descending to the so-called Semi-Saint Realm in the blink of an eye.

Just like that, Shanggong Yuan had become a Semi-Saint Divine Spirit.

Long Ao breathed a sigh of relief. He felt more and more that the Senior Prince seemed to be looking out for him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have suppressed Shanggong Yuan’s Divine Soul Realm. In any case, if anyone else had to choose between him and a Divine Dao Spirit, they would one hundred percent choose the latter.

"Long Ao, in a moment, I’ll show you what a real gap in power looks like, and what it means to be trash."

"Fuck off."

Not bothering to waste another word on him, Long Ao shot forward like an arrow. To end the fight quickly, Long Ao directly used his Self-Created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together, and fused it with Heaven and Earth’s Momentum.

’There’s no tornado this time.’ Long Ao knew very well that the best way to defeat a Divine Spirit was with a Soul Attack. But if he used a Soul Attack right from the start, there was an eighty percent chance it would fail.

For this reason, Long Ao chose to go on the offensive as a feint.

"Heaven and Earth’s Momentum... You’re a Nirvana!"

Before Shanggong Yuan could finish, the Heaven and Earth’s Momentum that Long Ao released enveloped him completely. At that moment, an illusory Long Ying appeared behind Long Ao, and a Dragon’s Roar echoed throughout the entire cave.

Talent Divine Abilities, Dragon’s Roar.

Seeing Long Ao use his Talent Divine Abilities, the Prince seemed to grow excited. His body began to tremble with excitement, his face filled with pleasant surprise. He looked like he wanted to say something, but ultimately held it back.

"Talent Divine Abilities? Impossible! This is impossible!"

Shanggong Yuan roared. As a Divine Dao Martial Artist, he of course knew what Long Ao had just unleashed: Talent Divine Abilities, the most powerful innate martial arts of the Long Clan. But to awaken Talent Divine Abilities, one had to go to the Long Clan’s ancestral hall.

It was common knowledge that to enter the Long Clan’s ancestral hall for the baptism, one had to be from a family of the Third Level or above. Strictly speaking, it was something only those from a Second Level Long Family or First Level Long Family could achieve. As for a disciple from a Sixth Level Long Family, it was completely out of the question.

If that was the case, then how could Long Ao unleash Talent Divine Abilities?

’What in the world is going on?’

’Am I seeing things?’

Before Shanggong Yuan could recover from his shock, he was horrified to find his body locked in place. The flow of Time around him began to reverse, nearly causing him to have a breakdown.

Kill.

Long Ao certainly wouldn’t let this golden opportunity slip by. If he were facing Shanggong Yuan’s true strength, he would definitely be no match for him. But the situation was completely different now. Shanggong Yuan’s realm had been forcibly suppressed by the Prince. Long Ao was completely confident that among those of the same Level, he could disregard everyone.

However, at that moment, the Senior Prince’s voice suddenly echoed in Long Ao’s mind. The meaning was simple: don’t kill Shanggong Yuan, just teach him a lesson.

Although Long Ao didn’t know what the Senior Prince truly meant, he still chose to agree.

In any case, the Senior Prince had saved Kuang Ao. And this time, if the Senior Prince hadn’t favored him, it would have been impossible for him to defeat Shanggong Yuan. He would have had almost zero chance. That was the gap between a Void Saint Martial Artist and a Divine Dao Martial Artist.

’Can’t kill him, but I can rough him up a bit.’

With a sly grin, Long Ao directly unleashed his Divine Dragon Arm, smashing his fists into Shanggong Yuan one after another. He used his full strength, holding nothing back.