Chapter 564: Crippling the Right Arm

Chapter 564: Chapter 564: Crippling the Right Arm

Wang Hao’s expression was utterly grim; it couldn’t have been uglier.

Their strongest attacks had ended in a draw.

Neither wasted words. They seemed to be searching for an opening, gathering their power for the next strike.

At this moment, both of them moved again. It was still the Supreme Sword Dao, but this time, Wang Hao was clearly using his Divine Soul Power.

A Divine Soul Residual Thought was the trump card of every Reincarnation Martial Artist.

To put it simply, once a Divine Dao Martial Artist successfully underwent Reincarnation, a trace of a Divine Soul Residual Thought would remain in their dantian. With this residual thought, the speed at which they could awaken their Divine Spirit would be greatly increased.

If they lost this Divine Soul Residual Thought, the speed of awakening their Divine Spirit would be reduced accordingly.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Hao wouldn’t have used his trump card. Doing so would cost him several years of wasted time, but he felt it was worth it.

He had expected his opponent to also use a Divine Soul Residual Thought, but to his utter surprise, Long Ao didn’t use one at all.

’You’re courting death. Don’t blame me for what happens next.’

Long Ao, of course, knew about the Divine Soul Residual Thought. His expression was grave, and he didn’t dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Aided by the Divine Soul Residual Thought, Wang Hao unleashed his Supreme Sword Dao again. This time, its power had doubled. What did that even mean?

Long Ao knew just how terrifying this move was. His Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and Dragon Seal alone would not be enough to block it. Left with no other choice, Long Ao prepared to use the Nine Needle God-Sealing.

Because under these circumstances, only the Nine Needle God-Sealing could dramatically increase his strength, perhaps even to the level of a Saint. At that point, he would have a real chance to kill Wang Hao and eliminate this threat for good.

The Nine Needle God-Sealing was also Long Ao’s greatest trump card.

Long Ao would never use the Nine Needle God-Sealing unless it was a life-or-death situation.

Since he began his journey, he had used the Nine Needle God-Sealing several times and had already reached his limit. Unless his Cultivation broke through to the next level, using it again came with a ninety-nine percent chance of backlash.

But now, at this critical moment, Long Ao knew that if he didn’t use the Nine Needle God-Sealing, he would have a very hard time withstanding Wang Hao’s Supreme Sword Dao fused with the Divine Soul Residual Thought.

「Cloud Island, outside the Long Family’s gates.」

"Elder Ouyang, please, come in."

Looking at the three people before him, Long Bai felt utterly helpless. It was a perfect case of what you fear most is what you get.

Ouyang Mengchun snorted coldly and said, "Long Bai, you’ve got some nerve, daring to disrespect my Holy Mountain."

"Elder Ouyang, how could you say such a thing? The Long Family has always deeply respected the Holy Mountain."

Luo Fei and Su Yi looked at Long Bai with contempt. Luo Fei said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes, "Long Bai, when Long Ao disrespected the Holy Mountain before, you were there. I’d love to ask, why didn’t you step up and say something then?"

In his heart, Long Bai fiercely despised the three of them, but faced with the Holy Mountain’s power, he could only choose to compromise.

"Elder Ouyang, Long Ao is merely a guest of my Long Family. I have no authority over him. As for the grudge between Long Ao and the Holy Mountain, it truly has nothing to do with us."

"Dad."

Just then, Long Heng’s figure suddenly appeared. Heedless of the situation, he said coldly, "My master was just teaching a lesson to a couple of dogs. What’s wrong with that?"

SLAP.

Before Long Heng could finish speaking, a slap from Ouyang Mengchun sent him flying. If he hadn’t held back, that single blow would have been enough to take Long Heng’s life.

In truth, Ouyang Mengchun had no intention of killing Long Heng. The reason was simple: Long Heng was Long Bai’s own son, and the Holy Mountain still needed the Long Family to keep the other two great families in check, maintaining a three-way balance of power.

"Insolent brat! Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but trash."

Seeing his son nearly beaten to death, Long Bai’s expression turned frigid. An invisible, icy Killing Intent radiated from him. Ouyang Mengchun was a World King Martial Artist, but so was he. If they were to fight, the outcome would be uncertain.

But in the end, Long Bai held himself back. After all, he was the Patriarch. As the Patriarch of the Long Family, he had to consider the family’s interests above all else. He couldn’t plunge the family into a state of eternal damnation for the sake of himself and his son.

"The Holy Mountain only knows how to bully the weak! Your two dogs run around biting people, so why can’t my master teach them a lesson? I’d like to know, who made that rule?"

"Heng’er."

Long Bai was startled. He never imagined his precious son would defend Long Ao so fiercely. But no matter what, the person before them was still a World King Martial Artist from the Holy Mountain. ’If Ouyang Mengchun really attacks and kills Long Heng, what should I do?’

"Long Bai, I’ll spare his life out of respect for you. But while he may escape death, he won’t escape punishment. For daring to insult the Holy Mountain, his Dantian will be crippled."

Startled, how could Long Bai possibly let them cripple his son’s Dantian?

Long Heng was the only person in the Long Family with the potential to become a Void Saint Martial Artist. Without a moment’s hesitation, Long Bai blocked the path to Long Heng, glared coldly at the three men, and said, "Aren’t you going a bit too far?"

Before Long Bai could finish, he was sent flying backward. From start to finish, he didn’t even see the attacker’s shadow.

"Third Elder."

Seeing the old man who had suddenly appeared, the three of them immediately bowed respectfully.

This was Zhou Dian, the Third Elder of the Holy Mountain and a Semi-Saint Martial Artist. This time, to establish its authority on Cloud Island, the Holy Mountain had directly dispatched a Semi-Saint. Their goal was not only to kill Long Ao but also to make an example of the Long Family to intimidate all of Cloud Island.

But the Holy Mountain wasn’t foolish; they couldn’t just exterminate the Long Family. It came back to the same point: the Holy Mountain needed the Long Family to constrain the Ye and Wang Families.

"Third Elder."

Struggling to his feet, Long Bai’s expression was ghastly. He knew that by dispatching a Semi-Saint Martial Artist, the Holy Mountain had already shown its killing intent. If he tried to interfere again, not only he but his entire family would likely be annihilated.

"Long Bai, your Long Family was in the wrong first. The dignity of the Holy Mountain cannot be insulted. Seeing as Long Heng is your son, I can be lenient, but you must hand over Long Ao."

As he spoke, without anyone seeing how Zhou Dian moved, Long Heng’s scream tore through the air. His left arm had been brutally severed.

"AHH!"

Hearing his son’s agonizing scream, Long Bai closed his eyes in pain. He opened them a moment later and said, "Long Ao left last night. His whereabouts are unknown. The Long Family has no idea where he is. If the Third Elder doesn’t believe me, you are welcome to search."

Although Long Bai didn’t say much more, his voice had clearly turned cold.

"No need. Long Bai, you must remember this: there is only one hegemon on Cloud Island, and that is the Holy Mountain. If you dare to disrespect the Holy Mountain again, you will be killed without question. Next time, I will not be so courteous. I hope you remember that."

"We’re leaving."

Watching the three of them turn and leave, Long Bai was filled with bitter hatred. But he was willing yet powerless. He could only pick up his son, who had already fainted, and quickly return to the family compound.