Chapter 588: Bullying a Saint

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Bullying a Saint

A figure suddenly appeared before Long Ao.

Yang Chen.

Everyone was shocked, looking as if they’d seen a ghost, all because of the Yang Chen standing before Long Ao.

But Yang Chen was already dead. Why would he suddenly appear here?

What on earth had happened?

The most shocked of all was Yang Feng. Right beside him, Yang Chen’s corpse still lay on the ground, yet another Yang Chen had appeared before them. He desperately wanted to know: how had this Yang Chen appeared?

’A soul.’

In an instant, Yang Feng guessed the real reason. Although he didn’t know how Long Ao had managed it, Yang Feng had a gut feeling that the Yang Chen before him was now under Long Ao’s control.

’Just how did Long Ao do it?’

Watching the scene unfold, everyone was asking themselves the same question.

"Uncle, Long Ao is incredible! He actually managed to replicate Yang Chen’s soul."

"Hmph. I don’t know how he did it, but I’m certain of one thing: Long Ao has already refined Yang Chen’s soul. Yang Chen’s soul is now completely under his control."

Hearing his uncle’s tone, Long Bai grew even more curious. He had no idea what was wrong with him.

’Is Uncle dissatisfied with Long Ao?’

’That shouldn’t be right. Uncle has always had a good impression of Long Ao. What’s wrong with him now? He seems really displeased with Long Ao.’

Long Jian’s attitude completely baffled Long Bai.

"Long Ao, how did you do it?"

"How I did it is none of your damn business."

Long Ao was exceptionally arrogant. The more he acted this way, the more uncertain Yang Feng became. He simply couldn’t fathom how Long Ao had managed the affair with Yang Chen’s soul.

"Yang Feng, enough with the nonsense. Fight me if you want to fight. If not, then scram. Get off Cloud Island, and we’ll call this matter even."

Long Ao now clearly had the upper hand. The tables had turned so quickly that no one could quite process it.

Yang Feng, a Saint, had been thoroughly suppressing Long Ao just moments ago. But now? Long Ao, a mere Semi-Saint, was the one completely suppressing Yang Feng. If they weren’t seeing it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.

Yang Feng seemed a bit dazed himself. He never expected Long Ao to be this arrogant.

Moments ago, Yang Feng would have struck to kill Long Ao without a second thought. But now, Long Ao’s sheer audacity had deeply shaken him, to the point that he actually hesitated to act.

"Yang Feng, have you lost your nerve?"

Yang Feng flinched, and Long Ao pressed his advantage.

Just then, someone—it was unclear who—sent a Spiritual Communication to Yang Feng. The previously intimidated Saint suddenly seemed like a different person. He stared daggers at Long Ao and sneered, "I’d like to see just how you plan to defy me."

Long Ao was also a bit surprised. ’Are there other experts in the Sacred Land?’

He had clearly sensed just a moment ago that he had completely disrupted Yang Feng’s aura, destabilizing his state of mind. Even though Yang Feng was in the Saint Realm, if Long Ao had seized that opportunity and used his killing blow, he was one hundred percent certain he could have slain him.

’But now?’

Long Ao didn’t believe Yang Feng could have recovered and stabilized his mind so quickly on his own. Someone must have helped him—and that person had to be an expert.

Long Ao’s expression turned grave in an instant. He was certain now that there were other experts in the Sacred Land, and this person’s strength was no less than Yang Feng’s. If that was the case, things were about to get complicated.

"Hahaha, Long Ao."

Before Yang Feng could even finish speaking, Long Ao had already slashed out with his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. A Heaven-Shocking Blade Aura seemed to devour the very world, brutally tearing open a terrifying Space Rift. Everyone jumped in fright at the sight.

’Splitting space with a single slash?’

Never mind a mere Semi-Saint Martial Artist; it seemed even a Divine Dao Martial Artist couldn’t accomplish such a feat. ’Just what is his background?’

In everyone’s eyes, Long Ao grew ever more mysterious and powerful. But he gave Yang Feng no quarter, for he knew the gap between their Realms was too vast to be easily overcome. There was only one solution: to attack relentlessly and hope to find a golden opportunity to strike.

Talent Divine Ability, Dragon’s Roar.

A series of dragon roars echoed, resounding throughout Heaven and Earth. Then, the silhouette of a black Giant Dragon appeared behind Long Ao.

’A dragon?’

’A Giant Dragon?’

Staring at the massive Long Ying behind Long Ao, everyone was now utterly terrified. They all began to wonder—just who was Long Ao? Could he be a Dragon Martial Artist?

"A Dragon Martial Artist! Long Ao is actually a Dragon Martial Artist!"

Long Jian shot Long Bai a harsh glare, his eyes locked on Long Ao. He had never, ever imagined that Long Ao would be a Dragon Martial Artist. After all, the Dragon Martial Artists of the Long Clan were so powerful that they were known by all.

"Long Ao."

Long Jian spat the name out, his fists clenched tightly. This made Long Bai even more curious, because his uncle’s behavior at this moment was far too strange, especially in response to seeing Long Ao.

The Dragon’s Roar sounded, and the Long Ying radiated a powerful aura that instantly enveloped the surrounding Space.

Suddenly, Yang Feng felt his body lock in place as the Time around him began to flow backward. As a result, his speed was reduced for three seconds, while Long Ao’s was accelerated for three seconds.

Yang Feng was petrified. He had never encountered a situation like this before.

’Body locked in place, Time forcibly reversed... Is this something a Semi-Saint Martial Artist is capable of?’

"Long Ao."

"’Long Ao,’ my ass!" Long Ao certainly wasn’t going to give Yang Feng any chance. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand was already slashing down. Not only that, he activated Spatial Teleportation. The next second, Long Ao was at Yang Feng’s side.

His Talent Divine Ability, Dragon’s Roar, had already slowed Yang Feng and sped him up. Now, Long Ao had even used Spatial Teleportation on top of that. In a battle of speed, Yang Feng was utterly defeated. Long Ao was clearly just bullying him now.

’A Semi-Saint bullying a Saint?’

’Is such a thing even possible?’

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene. Long Ao had appeared beside Yang Feng without a sound. If Long Ao were to strike, Yang Feng wouldn’t be able to dodge. The victor of this battle would be decided.

Still, many people refused to believe Long Ao could pull it off. If he could truly slay a Saint, it would be simply too heaven-defying.

At that moment, Long Ao’s eyes were ice-cold as he focused all his power into a single point. With this one slash, Yang Feng would surely die. Yang Feng seemed to realize this as well, his face a mask of bitter unwillingness.

In truth, Long Ao’s normal strength was nowhere near enough to accomplish this. However, with the help of his Talent Divine Ability, Dragon’s Roar, and Spatial Teleportation, combined with Yang Feng’s carelessness, he had managed to pull it off.

Just as Long Ao prepared to deliver the final blow, a person suddenly appeared behind him—someone completely unexpected.