Chapter 492: Scrambling and Crawling

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Scrambling and Crawling

"Long Ao, the victor is king, the loser is the villain."

With a wave of his hand, Long Ao gave the two no chance to spout any more nonsense.

"’The victor is king, the loser is the villain.’ You’re not wrong, and I completely agree. But your actions are shameless to the extreme. Since you’re such lowlifes, why did you even agree to the one-year pact to begin with?"

Both Feng Wuyi and Liu Boming were struck speechless by Long Ao’s question, not knowing how to respond.

No matter how they looked at it, they were in the wrong.

The one-year pact had been personally set with Long Ao by the two of them on behalf of Piaomiao Palace, but after just over a month, they had already broken their promise.

Feng Wuyi and Liu Boming had only come to this decision out of sheer desperation.

Neither of them had ever imagined Long Ao’s potential to be so immense. That, coupled with the Imperial City’s sudden change of allegiance, meant that if Long Ao were given enough time to grow, they could scarcely imagine how powerful he might become.

For this very reason, the two ultimately chose to ambush and kill him.

They both knew with perfect clarity that once they successfully killed Long Ao, all their troubles would vanish into thin air, and the Kyushu Spirit Realm would return to its former state.

When it came down to it, Long Ao was the root of all the trouble.

Therefore, Long Ao had to die.

But neither of them was completely confident. Two Saints, joining forces, yet lacking the certainty to kill a single Realm Emperor Peak Martial Artist. If word of this got out, it would be utterly laughable.

But for some reason, they just lacked that confidence.

"Long Ao, if I fail to defeat you within ten moves, then for one year, the Dragon Sect and Piaomiao Palace will develop independently. After that year, we will fight to the death. How does that sound?"

"No deal."

Long Ao couldn’t even be bothered to sneer. Piaomiao Palace was trying to take all the good for itself. There was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Feng Wuyi, Liu Boming, let’s stop beating around the bush. I know exactly what you two want. You just want to kill me and eliminate a future threat."

Neither Feng Wuyi nor Liu Boming spoke, which was a tacit admission.

With a cold snort, Long Ao continued, "In that case, enough with the pointless talk. If I can withstand ten of your moves, you must promise me one thing. If I can’t, you won’t have to lift a finger—I’ll kill myself on the spot."

Hearing Long Ao’s words, the two Saints seemed somewhat surprised. They couldn’t understand what gave him such immense confidence.

Forget a Realm Emperor Peak Martial Artist; even a Semi-Saint Peak Martial Artist would not necessarily be able to take ten moves from a Saint.

Fully confident in their own strength, Liu Boming replied, "No problem. Which one of us will you choose?"

"You. You don’t look like anything special. With your fat head and big ears, you have a very punchable face."

The insults were getting under his skin, but Liu Boming knew he couldn’t fall for the taunt and give his opponent an opening.

Feng Wuyi retreated to the side while Long Ao focused his full attention. Though ten moves between two Martial Artists could be over in the blink of an eye, Long Ao had no absolute certainty that he could actually withstand all ten of his opponent’s attacks.

If he failed to block them, his life would be forfeit.

"Long Ao."

"Long my ass."

Giving Liu Boming no chance to speak, Long Ao shot forward. Before his body even arrived, his terrifying Heaven and Earth’s Momentum was already crashing down as he unleashed his Self-Created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together.

Liu Boming already knew that Long Ao had condensed Heaven and Earth’s Momentum, so he was prepared and could more or less withstand it. What he never expected, however, was for Long Ao’s Martial Arts to be so formidable.

Long Ao was like a giant tornado, sweeping across everything around him.

In an instant, Liu Boming was swept into the tornado.

Inside the tornado.

Long Ao struck, move after move. Before Liu Boming could even react, he unleashed Blood-Drinking Devouring the Firmament. The terrifying power of the Sword Aura slashed out, streaking through the air like a meteor.

He was shocked.

Liu Boming truly hadn’t expected Long Ao’s assault to be so ferocious. It gave him no opening whatsoever; he barely had a chance to release his Holy Essence. Daring not to be the least bit careless, he dodged just in time.

The speed of a Saint was, admittedly, incredibly fast. Even so, he was still grazed by the Sword Aura. The attack was so powerful it caused cracks to appear in the surrounding space, forcing Liu Boming to scramble and tumble away, nearly being swallowed by the Sword Aura.

Scrambling and tumbling, he rolled out of the tornado and stared blankly at it. Even now, Liu Boming still didn’t quite know what had just happened.

Though he was loath to admit it, Liu Boming knew with absolute clarity that in a normal fight, he would have already lost. He had to concede that Long Ao was truly powerful. Fortunately, the gap in their Realms was difficult to overcome; otherwise, he would have been killed just now.

It wasn’t just Liu Boming; even Feng Wuyi, who was watching from the sidelines, was deeply shocked. He also had no idea what had just happened. Why had Liu Boming come tumbling and scrambling out of there?

"Brother Liu, are you all right?"

Before Liu Boming could even ask, the tornado vanished. Long Ao’s figure appeared, a cold smirk on his face as he looked at the Saint before him without a trace of fear. He said, "Liu Boming, how did that feel?"

"Long Ao, don’t get arrogant! That was only two moves. If you can withstand my remaining eight moves, I’ll kowtow and call you grandpa."

"Call me what?"

"Grandpa."

Normally, Liu Boming would never have fallen for such a trick. But now, his state of mind had clearly shifted. After all, he was a mighty Saint, yet he had just been nearly killed by a mere World Emperor Martial Artist. Forget what others might think; even he was starting to despise himself a little.

’Impressive.’

Feng Wuyi sighed to himself. ’I have to admit, Long Ao is truly a once-in-a-generation prodigy. And for that very reason, he absolutely cannot be allowed to live. Otherwise, he will become an endless source of trouble.’

Realizing he’d been tricked, Liu Boming flew into a rage. He wasted no more words and an aura of Holy Essence erupted from his body as he attempted to use his Holy Yuan Momentum to suppress Long Ao.

Against an ordinary World Emperor Martial Artist, Holy Yuan Momentum would have been more than enough to completely crush them. But against Long Ao, it seemed to fall short. After all, Long Ao possessed Heaven and Earth’s Momentum—a powerful momentum that stood above Holy Yuan Momentum.

Heaven and Earth’s Momentum couldn’t suppress the Power of Sacred Essence, but it could suppress Holy Yuan Momentum. The moment he released his Holy Yuan Momentum, Liu Boming seemed to realize something. His expression soured; he wanted to retract it, but it was already too late.

With his momentum completely suppressed, Long Ao once again seized the initiative and charged forward. This time, he didn’t use his Self-Created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together, nor Blood-Drinking Devouring. Instead, he used the Talent Divine Ability from his Bloodline Awakening: Dragon’s Roar.

Talent Divine Ability, Dragon’s Roar.

A resonant Dragon’s Roar echoed, instantly shaking Heaven and Earth. At that moment, a massive, illusory Long Ying materialized behind Long Ao, ancient and majestic.