War God Long Ao

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Thanks for the Compliment

Silence.

A frightening silence.

The more silent the City of Sin was, the more solemn the twelve men became.

The twelve were no fools. They knew, of course, that the City of Sin must have learned of the matter and had already prepared for them.

However, the twelve weren’t particularly surprised. After all, their target was Long Ao, not some ordinary person. And so, the group prepared to head for the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Gentlemen, you honor the City of Sin with your presence. My apologies for not welcoming you from afar."

The twelve men found the sudden appearance of three people before them rather amusing. Ji Lin, the Semi-Saint from the Imperial City, sneered, "Everyone says Long Ao is arrogant. I never believed it, but seeing you today, it seems the rumors are true. Long Ao, I have to admit, your arrogance knows no bounds."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Long Ao’s audacity was so great that the three Semi-Saints found it laughable. They truly couldn’t fathom what gave him such confidence. ’Does he really think the three of them can stand against our entire group?’

"Oh, I almost forgot. Long Ao supposedly insta-killed a Semi-Saint. In that case, you must be truly incredible. I’m so impressed, so very impressed."

His words were full of admiration, but his tone dripped with disrespect and scorn. Long Ao, however, paid it no mind.

In truth, Long Ao was well aware that no one was willing to believe he had insta-killed the Semi-Saint Martial Artist from Piaomiao Palace. After all, he had only been a Realm King at the time.

A Realm King insta-killing a Semi-Saint Martial Artist?

Nine out of ten people would never believe it.

"Long Ao, on account of you being a so-called genius, we’ll give you one chance. Cripple your own arms and legs, admit your mistakes to the world, and I’ll be magnanimous enough to spare your life. What do you say?"

"Hahaha." Upon hearing this, as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world, Long Ao suddenly held up his right hand and wagged his finger. The meaning was perfectly clear: you’re not up to the task.

’He’s looking down on us?’

This was the final straw. It was one thing to be provoked, but another to be so utterly humiliated. Furious, the twelve men stopped wasting their breath and shot straight toward Long Ao.

Not daring to be careless in the slightest, Long Ao and the two Semi-Saint Martial Artists had already devised a plan: the two Semi-Saints would take on two of the enemy Semi-Saints, leaving the last Semi-Saint and all nine Realm Emperors to him.

At first, Luo Tian and Zhou Chen had been completely against it. Though they had great faith in their Sect Leader and firmly believed his strength was more than enough to handle a Semi-Saint, they still worried about the unexpected.

But Long Ao’s mind was made up, so the two Semi-Saints could only nod in agreement in the end.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed.

Long Ao faced Ji Lin, who was backed by the nine Realm Emperors. To ensure his first real strike would be a decisive one, Long Ao deliberately held back at the start of the exchange, making it seem as if he was on his last legs and could be overwhelmed at any moment.

Seeing this, his opponents were overjoyed.

"Hahaha! So much for the great reputation! Long Ao, I thought you were supposed to have three heads and six arms, but it turns out you’re just a piece of trash. And trash will always be trash! Today, I’m going to show the entire world how I execute trash!"

Completely ignoring the man, Long Ao continuously struck out with his Divine Dragon Arm and Nether Tiger Arm. As a Realm Emperor Martial Artist, he didn’t dare clash head-on with Ji Lin, but he had no problem ignoring the nine Realm Emperor Martial Artists, especially since he possessed the Desolate Sacred Body.

Relying on his Desolate Sacred Body, Long Ao allowed the nine Realm Emperors to pummel him freely. Seizing his chance, he struck out with both fists at lightning speed.

CRACK! CRACK!

Accompanied by piercing screams, the chests of two Realm Emperors were completely caved in. Their ribs pierced their hearts, killing them instantly without the slightest chance to fight back.

The two Realm Emperors, killed by a single punch each, plummeted from the sky and made intimate acquaintance with the ground below, landing with a tremendous THUD.

’He killed two Realm Emperor Martial Artists with a single punch each?’

In mid-air, having just killed two Realm Emperor Martial Artists, Long Ao didn’t hesitate for a second. He instantly closed the distance to continue the brawl. Having learned from their comrades’ fate, the remaining seven Realm Emperor Martial Artists no longer dared to clash head-on with him.

Ji Lin was also startled. Still, no matter how powerful Long Ao was, a Realm King was a Realm King; he couldn’t possibly have the power of a Semi-Saint.

Because of this, Ji Lin cast aside any hesitation and redoubled his assault. He hammered Long Ao with one punch after another, giving him no room to breathe.

"You mistake this tiger for a sick kitten."

Long Ao stopped dodging. With a furious roar, he channeled all the strength in his body and threw a vicious punch.

Ji Lin never imagined Long Ao would choose to meet him head-on. In his panic, their fists collided violently, and both of them were sent flying back.

’What just happened?’

’What in the world just happened?’

Everyone stared in disbelief as Long Ao sent Ji Lin flying with a single punch. In their minds, it would have been normal for Ji Lin to send Long Ao flying, but for Long Ao to send Ji Lin flying... that was just wrong.

The powerful Realm Emperor Martial Artists seemed dumbfounded. They finally understood why Long Ao was so arrogant—he actually had the strength to back it up.

Staring at the young man opposite him with a grim expression, Ji Lin suddenly said, "Long Ao, I have to admit, you are truly powerful. Beneath the rank of Void Saint, you are number one."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Not a hint of modesty. Ji Lin had already cast aside his contempt. Though they had exchanged fewer than ten blows, his opponent’s strength had already surpassed his understanding. For some reason, Ji Lin had a feeling that if he let his guard down for even a moment, he—a Semi-Saint Martial Artist—might actually suffer a serious blow.

The very idea seemed laughable to Ji Lin, yet the feeling was real, and it was growing stronger. If word got out, people would laugh themselves to death.

A Semi-Saint Martial Artist, afraid of a Realm Emperor?

"The Imperial City, the Third Level Long Family, the Netherworld Mansion... I had originally planned to finish things with Piaomiao Palace before settling the score with you lot. But it seems you’re all eager to die. If that’s the case, don’t blame me for being merciless. From this moment on, I will slowly slaughter the Imperial City, the Third Level Long Family, and the Netherworld Mansion, until not a single one of you remains."

Staring into his icy eyes and feeling the Killing Intent pouring from his body, everyone, for some unknown reason, felt a cold shiver run down their spines. ’Those eyes are terrifying.’

"Long Ao, who the hell do you think you are? You want to annihilate the Imperial City, the Third Level Long Family, and the Netherworld Mansion all by yourself? Hahaha, you’re unbelievably arrogant!"

Although he admitted Long Ao was powerful, Ji Lin refused to believe he could destroy the Four Great Forces all by himself. That would only happen when the sun rose in the west.

Ignoring him completely, Long Ao summoned the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber into his hand. His momentum instantly skyrocketed, reaching an incredible peak in the blink of an eye.

The moment they saw the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand, the faces of the seven remaining Realm Emperor Martial Artists and Ji Lin changed drastically.

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