War God Long Ao

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Courting Death

Of course, Ji Lin and the Seven Great Realm Emperors knew what the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber represented.

According to rumor, Long Ao had used the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber to instantly kill a Semi-Saint Martial Artist with a single strike.

Although a million voices in his head refused to believe it, Ji Lin knew full well that there was no room for error.

The slightest misstep would mean eternal damnation.

"Ji Lin, if you can withstand this one strike from me, then regardless of the outcome, you can leave the City of Sin."

It had to be said, Long Ao was incredibly arrogant—arrogant to the extreme.

And because of this, Ji Lin suddenly burst into wild laughter. His cackles were filled with contempt and mockery, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Ji Lin was no fool. He understood the implication of Long Ao’s words perfectly.

’So, whether I leave here alive or not, I’m still no match for him?’

’Is that even possible?’

’A World Emperor Martial Artist defeating a Semi-Saint Martial Artist?’

He didn’t care if anyone else believed it. Ji Lin, for one, refused to.

Long Ao ignored Ji Lin’s mockery. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand began to tremble faintly. Before he moved, before the blade was even drawn, a bloody aura surged forth, pressing down with overwhelming force.

Ji Lin, who had been laughing wildly, felt this bloody aura, and his expression changed in an instant.

’What a terrifyingly bloody aura.’

Ji Lin was inwardly stunned. He was almost certain that the blade in his opponent’s hand was, without a doubt, a Divine Artifact.

And for that very reason, greed was written all over Ji Lin’s face.

"Long Ao, not only will you die today, but your Treasure will also be mine. Don’t blame me when you’re in the Netherworld. You brought this all on yourself; you have no one else to blame."

"Just you?"

"Long Ao, I’m truly curious. What is it that gives you such confidence? Do you really believe you can defeat me?"

’Instantly kill a Semi-Saint?’

Even now, Ji Lin refused to believe it. He was convinced it was all a baseless fabrication, something Long Ao had made up out of thin air.

Of course, Long Ao knew exactly what Ji Lin was thinking.

He snorted coldly in his mind. Long Ao looked down on these so-called "masters" from the bottom of his heart.

Regardless of their strength, high or low, their tendency to look down on others was simply exasperating.

Long Ao knew full well that his previous successes in killing High Level Martial Artists were ninety-nine percent due to his opponents’ arrogance and carelessness. He, however, would never give anyone such an opportunity.

Giving an enemy an opening was like digging your own grave.

Long Ao would never do something so foolish.

"Long Ao, I’ll give you a chance. Hand over that blade and the Sword Technique you cultivate, and I’ll consider letting you live. How about it?"

’Shameless.’

Long Ao cursed viciously in his heart. He snorted coldly and said, "You’re the scum of all morons, the king of all idiots. You? What makes you think you can demand my Sword Technique and the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber? Why don’t you take a look in the mirror? Look at that face of yours. Are you even worthy?"

Long Ao completely disregarded him.

Long Ao knew that against someone like Ji Lin, you couldn’t show a single trace of weakness. The stronger you appeared, the more his confidence would waver. The weaker you seemed, the bolder he would become.

That was why, from the very beginning, Long Ao had maintained an overbearing and aggressive attitude.

"I instantly killed one Semi-Saint before, and I can do it again now. I hope you don’t disappoint me."

Hearing this, Ji Lin’s expression didn’t change, but his heart skipped a beat.

He still didn’t want to believe it, but the facts were undeniable. When Long Ao had raised hell at Piaomiao Palace, he had indeed instantly killed a Semi-Saint Martial Artist.

To say he wasn’t afraid would be a lie.

’It’s always the one-in-a-million chance you have to worry about. What if Long Ao really could kill me with a single strike?’

Seeing Ji Lin standing there, silent and motionless, Long Ao was absolutely ecstatic.

’Damn right. I’ll scare you to death before we even start, you son of a bitch.’

Long Ao knew that in a battle between masters, one’s state of mind was paramount. Sometimes, when fighting an opponent of a much higher level, a shift in their mental state could lead to disastrous consequences. The Semi-Saint from Piaomiao Palace was the perfect example.

With that lesson in mind, Long Ao planned to intimidate his opponent before the fight even began. And it worked. Ji Lin was genuinely scared.

"Ji Lin, why the silence? Feeling a little scared? I thought you didn’t believe it?"

"You..."

Waving his hand and giving Ji Lin no chance to speak, Long Ao continued, "I don’t bother those who don’t bother me. But if someone comes after me, I will strike back. The three great powers have come looking for trouble time and time again. If I just keep taking it, I’d be letting myself down."

"What are you planning?"

For some reason, looking at the young man before him, a seed of doubt was planted in Ji Lin’s heart. ’Is he planning some kind of trick? But what kind of trick could Long Ao possibly pull? The strength of the three great powers—plus Piaomiao Palace—is plain to see. Can a single Long Ao and his Dragon Sect truly stand against the Four Great Forces?’

It all came down to the same thing.

He didn’t care if anyone else believed it; he certainly didn’t.

Others might not know the true strength and foundation of the Four Great Forces, but Ji Lin certainly did. Forget one Long Ao and one Dragon Sect—even twenty of each would be no match for them. Such were the Four Great Forces, the powers that dominated the Kyushu Spirit Realm.

Long Ao knew exactly what was going through Ji Lin’s mind.

’So this is a Semi-Saint Martial Artist,’ he thought. ’How pathetic. It’s not just a tragedy for Ji Lin, but for the Four Great Forces as a whole.’

"Ji Lin, from this moment on, I will focus my full strength on dealing with the three great powers. Don’t think that just because the Four Great Forces dominate the Kyushu Spirit Realm, you’re invincible. I’m telling you right now: the era of the Four Great Forces is over."

Before Ji Lin could respond, Long Ao added, "I will slaughter the Four Great Forces, leaving no one alive. I’m eager to see if you’re all as formidable as the legends claim."

His heart sank again. For some reason, for just a fleeting moment, Ji Lin actually believed him. ’How terrifying,’ he thought. ’Could he really do it?’

’No, he still couldn’t believe it. A nobody like Long Ao just got incredibly lucky, had a fortunate encounter, and cultivated an incredibly powerful Martial Arts technique. Did that make him invincible?’

Sneering, Ji Lin suddenly declared, "You reckless fool! I can tell you this for certain: no matter what happens today, you will die. Not just you, but the City of Sin, the Dragon Sect, and the Long Family as well. I’d like to see how you plan to help them then! HAHAHAHA!"

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