Chapter 586: You Deserve to Die

Chapter 586: Chapter 586: You Deserve to Die

Inside the tornado.

Long Ao, empowered by Heaven and Earth’s Momentum, launched one devastating attack after another. He relentlessly assaulted the three men, giving them no chance to even breathe.

"Heaven and Earth’s Momentum!"

"Nirvana."

Before Yang Chen could even finish his sentence, the Sword Aura from Long Ao’s strike came slashing down. The three men were already scared stiff. They didn’t dare to face it head-on; their only hope was to escape this place as quickly as possible.

’Thinking of leaving?’

Empowered by Heaven and Earth’s Momentum, Long Ao combined the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber with Heaven and Earth Mourn Together. The resulting power was far greater than a simple sum of its parts, especially since Long Ao was attacking with his full strength.

CRACK.

Song Ren and Xie Xie were dispatched by Long Ao, each with a single strike. At that moment, of the Four Great Semi-Saints, only Yang Chen remained.

Three of the Four Great Semi-Saints were now dead. The last one, Yang Chen, didn’t dare to continue the fight. Under the relentless barrage, he turned to flee, but just then, Long Ao smashed out with his Divine Dragon Arm.

BOOM.

Before Yang Chen could react, his entire body was sent flying.

Seeing a figure get blasted out of the tornado, everyone guessed what had happened. They watched as Yang Chen stood there, swaying and pale, and were all left dumbfounded.

The tornado dissipated, and Long Ao’s figure shot out, charging toward Yang Chen to continue his assault.

Staring at the three corpses on the ground, everyone was in a state of shock. These were three Semi-Saint Martial Artists from the Sacred Land, and yet, they had all been killed here in just a few short minutes.

Including Zhou Dian, who was killed earlier, all four of the Sacred Land’s Semi-Saint Elders had been slain by Long Ao. Not a single one was left.

No one had fully processed it yet. After all, the Sacred Land was the hegemon of Cloud Island. For countless years, no one had ever dared to act so brazenly. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed it?

Long Ao. This name was destined to be recorded in the annals of history, to echo across the countless islands of the Outer Sea.

Long Ao pressed his advantage. Since he had already killed three Semi-Saints, killing one more in Yang Chen wouldn’t make a difference.

Long Ao was no fool. He and Yang Feng had made an agreement: if he could defeat the Four Great Semi-Saints, not only could he take Long Heng, but the Sacred Land would also withdraw from Cloud Island.

’But will Yang Feng honor the agreement?’

Long Ao didn’t know what Yang Feng would do, but he couldn’t take the risk. If Yang Feng decided to turn on him and break the agreement, then Yang Chen would always be a hidden danger.

Letting a tiger return to the mountains only invites future disaster.

If you don’t pull out the roots when you cut the weeds, they will grow back when the spring winds blow.

Looking at the three bodies on the ground, Yang Feng was furious. However, because of the agreement he had just made with Long Ao, he couldn’t easily interfere. With countless people watching from all sides, the Sacred Land could not afford to lose all face.

Even now, Yang Feng hadn’t fully wrapped his head around it. He couldn’t understand how Long Ao, a mere Basic Level Semi-Saint, could kill three Semi-Saints while fighting one against four. Such strength seemed possible only for a Saint.

’Could Long Ao be a Saint?’

"Uncle, what’s wrong?"

Seeing Long Ao successfully kill three Semi-Saints, Long Bai was ecstatic. But when he turned to look at his uncle, he jumped in fright. At that moment, Long Jian’s expression was identical to Yang Feng’s—dark and grim to the extreme.

"Uncle."

"Shut up and watch."

Startled, Long Bai had no idea what was wrong with his uncle, but he didn’t dare to ask any more questions.

Having successfully slain the three Semi-Saint Martial Artists, Long Ao charged toward Yang Chen, Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in hand. He didn’t continue to release Heaven and Earth’s Momentum. He reasoned that he might have another fight later, perhaps even against Yang Feng. If that happened, his Heaven and Earth’s Momentum could have an unexpected, decisive effect.

In the blink of an eye, Long Ao and Yang Chen were fighting again. They exchanged blows back and forth, battling for three rounds in an instant, with neither gaining the upper hand.

"Long Ao."

He had no intention of listening. Long Ao had already guessed what Yang Chen wanted to say. How could he possibly give up such a golden opportunity? It came back to the same principle: cut the weeds and pull out the roots to eliminate future trouble.

The thought of Long Ao’s terrifying strength made Yang Chen lose all will to continue fighting.

At this moment, Yang Chen was filled with utter regret. Had he known Long Ao was this powerful, he never would have provoked him. And now look. They had lost four Semi-Saint Elders. Even if they could kill Long Ao in the end, the Sacred Land had already suffered a tremendous loss.

But Long Ao gave him no respite. Under the continuous assault, Yang Chen found it increasingly difficult to defend himself.

Several times, Yang Chen was tempted to call out to Yang Feng for help, but he forced himself to hold back.

’The Sacred Land has already lost enough face in this battle,’ he thought. ’If I call for help now, how could the Sacred Land maintain its foothold on Cloud Island in the future?’

Because of this, Yang Chen endured. He summoned every last ounce of his strength, trying to turn the tide of the battle, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t succeed.

He used Heaven and Earth Mourn Together for a second time.

The attack instantly enveloped Yang Chen. Terrified, he gave up all pretense of fighting, turned tail, and fled, scrambling and stumbling as he went.

For the Holy Land Sect Master, and a Semi-Saint Martial Artist at that, to act like this was a disgrace of the highest order. But compared to his life, such things were insignificant.

He let out three great laughs.

"So this is the Holy Land Sect Master. Nothing more than a stray dog."

"Long Ao, that’s enough."

Long Ao completely ignored Yang Feng. He and Yang Feng had an agreement. As long as Yang Feng wasn’t willing to completely lose face, he wouldn’t intervene unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, he would have made his move when Long Ao killed the other three Semi-Saints.

Seeing Long Ao ignore him, Yang Feng’s expression turned even colder. It was just as Long Ao had guessed: to save face, Yang Feng would not act unless he had no other choice.

Seizing this opportunity, Long Ao pressed his advantage. He pursued the stumbling and fleeing Yang Chen, retracted his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, and unleashed a ferocious punch.

His arms moved like lightning, especially the Divine Dragon Arm, which was twice as fast. Long Ao then used Spatial Teleportation, his body instantly appearing beside Yang Chen.

A cold smirk played on Long Ao’s lips as he suddenly exploded into motion. Before Yang Chen could even react, Long Ao’s fists were already landing heavily on his body. One punch followed another in a relentless barrage, each one landing with a sickening thud. Long Ao used every ounce of his strength, and a clear scream of agony could be heard with every blow.

"Long Ao, enough!"

Yang Feng’s furious roar echoed, but Long Ao still ignored him, continuing his relentless pummelling. In just a few seconds, Yang Chen’s face was swollen into a giant pig’s head. Having been struck no less than a hundred times, he was already on the verge of death. Long Ao was sure that no more than ten more punches would be enough to beat him to death.

"You deserve to die!" Yang Feng finally snapped. The Sacred Land had already lost four Semi-Saint Elders. If Yang Chen died as well, the Sacred Land would truly be finished.