War God Long Ao

No one believed Long Ao's words.

In everyone's eyes, Long Ao was unbelievably arrogant, practically courting death.

The combined forces of the three great powers numbered over three thousand strong. Among them were a full six Semi-Saints. What did that even mean?

Long Ao didn't waste any more words. He was going to end this quickly.

After giving the Corpse Slave Army their orders, Long Ao shot forward as well. As the saying goes: soldiers fight soldiers, and generals fight generals.

One against six.

Long Ao and the six Semi-Saints clashed in an instant. Fortunately, the six were all Basic and Middle Level Semi-Saints, with only a single High Level Semi-Saint among them. If a Peak Semi-Saint had shown up, the outcome of this battle would have been far from certain.

To end the fight quickly, Long Ao released his powerful Heaven and Earth's Momentum the moment they engaged. The battle had barely begun, yet the six Semi-Saints' own momentum was already viciously suppressed.

However, the three great powers still had six Semi-Saints. The six Semi-Saint Martial Artists combined their strength, forcibly shattering the Heaven and Earth's Momentum that Long Ao had released.

The seven of them clashed in a brutal melee, a life-or-death struggle of constant attack and defense.

'Long Ao knew full well that in a one-on-six fight, the longer it dragged on, the worse his odds would become. So, it all came back to the same conclusion: he had to end this quickly.'

Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, one slash after another.

The six Semi-Saints were no fools. They knew how formidable Long Ao was. They surrounded him, attacking from all four cardinal directions in a coordinated, rotating assault.

As one Semi-Saint's fists came smashing toward him, Long Ao paid them no mind. He chose to take the blow head-on, simultaneously launching his own fists not at his attacker, but at another Semi-Saint Martial Artist.

'What was Long Ao trying to do?'

Seeing Long Ao refuse to dodge, instead seizing the opportunity to attack another one of them, the six Semi-Saint Martial Artists were all somewhat shocked. They couldn't figure out his plan.

'Was he aiming for a trade, mutual injury for both sides?'

In a one-on-one fight, a strategy of trading blow for blow might have been effective. But now, against a full six Semi-Saint Martial Artists, even if Long Ao succeeded, he could at most kill or grievously wound one of them. In return, he would surely be beaten to death.

The six Semi-Saint Martial Artists knew this, and so did Long Ao. But it was precisely *because* he knew that he still chose this path.

The six Semi-Saint Martial Artists were utterly bewildered by Long Ao's actions. Still, in order to kill him, even suffering a serious injury was worth it. Thus, they continued to press their attack.

CRACK, CRACK.

Long Ao was struck with tremendous force. Everyone assumed that even if he wasn't killed outright, he would be gravely injured. But the result?

Long Ao acted as if nothing had happened, making the six Semi-Saint Martial Artists look as if they'd seen a ghost. Long Ao did not miss this golden opportunity. His fists smashed out, landing squarely on the body of the other Semi-Saint Martial Artist.

There was simply no comparison between the Semi-Saint Martial Artist and Long Ao. Long Ao possessed the Desolate Divine Body. Even having refined only a third of it, his defense was not something a Semi-Saint Martial Artist could breach.

But the Semi-Saint Martial Artist was a different story. Long Ao was already incredibly powerful, and with the addition of his Divine Dragon Arm, a single punch was enough to kill the Semi-Saint Martial Artist outright.

Without a moment's hesitation, having just killed one Semi-Saint Martial Artist, Long Ao immediately unleashed his self-created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together. A terrifying tornado instantly formed, directly devouring the remaining five Semi-Saint Martial Artists.

Only then did Long Ao truly let out a sigh of relief.

The Heaven and Earth's Momentum suppressed the five Semi-Saint Martial Artists. As Long Ao's fists smashed relentlessly, his feet were not idle either. He was one against five, attacking from all sides.

The five Semi-Saints were shocked to their core. They had never imagined that while facing six of them, their opponent would not only kill one, but also press his advantage at every step. The slightest carelessness on their part would mean obliteration.

'His power is just too immense.'

The five didn't dare hesitate, resorting only to dodging, not daring to meet his attacks head-on. But Long Ao gave them no quarter, unleashing punch after punch, slash after slash.

Talent Divine Abilities, Dragon's Roar.

A Dragon's Roar echoed out. Immediately after, a towering Long Ying appeared behind Long Ao. The Dragon's Roar resounded continuously, echoing all around White Spirit Mountain.

Staring dumbfounded at the enormous Long Ying behind Long Ao, the five Semi-Saint Martial Artists were completely stunned.

He locked onto the five Semi-Saint Martial Artists, and Time began to reverse. Long Ao was overjoyed. He would not let this golden opportunity slip by. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand slashed out viciously.

The Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura erupted. It gave the five Semi-Saint Martial Artists no chance to react before it completely devoured them.

Thus, the six Semi-Saint Martial Artists were all dead. Including the recently slain Semi-Saint from Piaomiao Palace, a grand total of seven Semi-Saint Martial Artists had been executed. All in less than three minutes. What did that even signify?

Once word of this got out, Long Ao's name would once again shake the world.

Watching with cold eyes as the Corpse Slave Army slaughtered the members of the three great powers, Long Ao felt not a shred of pity. He understood a simple truth very well: the victor is king, the loser is vilified. If you show mercy to your enemies, your own end will undoubtedly be a tragic one. It was an immutable truth throughout the ages.

The Corpse Slave Army continued its slaughter of the people from the three great powers. In just a few dozen minutes, over three thousand people were massacred, with not a single one left alive.

News of Long Ao personally appearing on White Spirit Mountain, slaughtering three thousand people from the three great powers, and killing seven Semi-Saint Martial Artists, spread like wildfire throughout Kyushu. Everyone who heard the news was aghast, unable to comprehend how Long Ao had possibly accomplished it.

Forget the three thousand disciples—just the seven Semi-Saints alone were unbelievable. How could Long Ao possibly fight one against seven and kill them all?

Countless people flocked to White Spirit Mountain, wanting to see for themselves if the rumors were true.

But no one, no matter who they were, could set foot on White Spirit Mountain. The reason was simple: the three great powers had completely sealed off the mountain. This action, in itself, served as unspoken confirmation that the events on White Spirit Mountain were indeed true.

From that day on, Long Ao's name truly shook the world. He also earned a new moniker: God of Slaughter. After all, he had slaughtered three thousand people and killed seven Semi-Saint Martial Artists. It was a feat few had ever accomplished.

Long Ao, the God of Slaughter.

The title "God of Slaughter" spread across Kyushu. Instead of condemning him, people came to admire Long Ao even more. The biggest reason was simple: Long Ao did what others dared not do.

The Four Great Forces had always been the hegemons of Kyushu, entities no one dared to provoke. But Long Ao was different. Not only had he repeatedly dealt heavy blows to the Four Great Forces, but this latest slaughter was a declaration to the world: the Dragon Sect and the three powers were now as irreconcilable as fire and water.

After the battle at White Spirit Mountain, the three great powers were utterly enraged. However, wary of Long Ao's strength and the mysterious nature of the Dragon Sect, they did not act immediately. Instead, they fell silent, leading everyone in Kyushu to believe that the three great powers were actually afraid of Long Ao.