Boom!
The golden blood and energy around Long Aotian rose, and he roared like a divine dragon, erupting with a thunderous roar. The vast dragon might burst out from Long Aotian's body, making his whole aura become even more terrifying.
After Prince Jun Mo was knocked away by his punch, Long Aotian did not stop at all. He rushed forward like a golden lightning and instantly arrived in front of Prince Jun Mo.
"Long Aotian, do you dare?!"
Prince Jun Mo was shocked and felt his scalp tingling. He had never expected that Long Aotian would have such extreme speed that he didn't have time to react.
"Why shouldn't I be afraid? Jun Mo, today is the day you die!"
Long Aotian's eyes were as sharp as lightning. Without saying anything, he grabbed one of Prince Jun Mo's arms. The violent power burst out, making Prince Jun Mo feel that his arm was about to be torn apart.
Boom!
Red flames were rising from Prince Jun Mo's body, and behind him a three-legged golden crow seemed to rise up, emitting a monstrous murderous aura, and was about to pounce on Long Aotian.
Long Aotian sneered and said without dodging. He punched out with his other hand. The golden fist mark exploded in the void like a mountain, suppressing the three-legged golden crow directly under the mountain, and it exploded into a dazzling rain of light.
At the same time, Long Aotian kicked out in the air, as fast as lightning, and this kick seemed to be able to break a mountain. One of Prince Jun Mo's arms was held by Long Aotian, and he had no way to dodge the kick. He was kicked directly in the stomach, and immediately his whole body curled up like a cooked lobster, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.
Long Aotian's kick was extremely tricky and it directly dispersed the divine power that had just been condensed in Prince Jun Mo's body. He felt weak and powerless, and had no power to resist, so he was directly swung up by Long Aotian.
Boom!
Long Aotian fell from the sky like a dazzling meteor, swung up Prince Jun Mo and smashed him directly onto a mountain in the distance.
The mountain collapsed with a loud bang, and terrifying waves swept in all directions. The towering ancient trees around it were instantly turned into dust.
"Puff..."
Prince Jun Mo was gushing blood from his mouth, and he felt like his bones were about to fall apart. His clothes were disheveled, his face was extremely pale, and he looked extremely embarrassed. There was no trace of his godlike aura left.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
However, Long Aotian did not care about so many things. He swung Prince Jun Mo up into the sky, and then smashed down with a loud bang. The mountains were smashed into powder by Long Aotian. The earth was shaking violently and cracking like a spider web. The terrifying momentum made the people watching the battle on the Changsheng Mountain terrified, and their faces were full of disbelief.
Wow!
Everyone was in an uproar, as if they were completely stunned. They rubbed their eyes hard, as if they were in a dream.
They could never have imagined that Prince Jun Mo, who was like a young god king in their hearts, was now being beaten like a dead dog.
"Oh my god, am I seeing things? How could Prince Jun Mo be defeated by Long Aotian?"
Everyone's voices were trembling, their eyelids twitching as they looked at the scene in front of them, and they felt terrified.
"It's so violent! I seem to see Long Aotian transformed into a golden dragon? Could it be that Long Aotian is the Dragon God descended to earth? Otherwise, how could he have such terrifying combat power?"
"Today's battle will probably shock the entire God of War world. It turns out that Long Aotian is the real number one of the young generation!"
“Hehe, do you really think that Long Aotian can turn the world upside down today? I think he is simply courting death! Although Prince Jun Mo is no match for him, His Majesty the Divine King has already sent countless strong men to search the Changsheng Gate. If this kid jumps out today, he will definitely not leave alive!”
"That's right! Long Aotian is still too young. If he could lie dormant for a few more years, he wouldn't die so easily! The War God Realm today is not the same as it was ten years ago when the Changsheng Sect dominated the world!"
"But it's such a pity. Long Aotian, this peerless genius, could have ascended to the divine realm, but he is going to die today..."
"… "
Everyone had different expressions on their faces, looking at what was happening in front of them and discussing in low voices.
Some people watched coldly, some were indifferent, and some felt regretful, because they witnessed an unprecedented battle with their own eyes. Prince Jun Mo, the descendant of the God King, the invincible existence in the legend, was knocked down from the clouds today, and now he was like a dead dog in Long Aotian's hands, and his life or death was unknown.
They thought of the Changsheng Sect. Ten years ago, the Changsheng Sect was still the ruler of the entire War God Realm. There were countless powerful people in the Changsheng Sect, and it was prosperous to the extreme. Everyone was proud to be able to join the Changsheng Sect.
But ten years ago, due to the arrival of many powerful beings from the God Realm, the Demon Realm and other worlds, the Changsheng Sect suffered a disastrous defeat and disappeared without a trace in the God of War Realm.
And now, Long Aotian was fighting an unprecedented battle with Prince Jun Mo on the top of Changsheng Mountain. This was a battle that would go down in history.
Everyone's mood was extremely complicated.
After all, most of them are from the War God Realm. Seeing Long Aotian's peerless demeanor with their own eyes, they would feel respect and admiration. They would also feel dissatisfied and angry about the oppression of the strong people who came from the upper realm.
But they were too weak, so weak that they could only watch coldly and didn't even dare to speak loudly.
Ling Xiao watched the battle between Long Aotian and Prince Jun Mo in front of him with a calm face and a hint of admiration in his eyes.
How could he not see it
He was the one who passed on the Ancestral Dragon Secret Art and the Teleportation Secret Art to Long Aotian. Long Aotian has already cultivated the Ancestral Dragon Secret Art to the level of a divine dragon body, and even the Teleportation Secret Art has also reached perfection. This kid Long Aotian has made rapid progress, and it is extremely difficult for him to cultivate to his current level by relying on the resources of the God of War Realm over the past hundred years.
“Ling Xiao, your cousin is not a simple person! He actually has the blood of the Ancestral Dragon in his body?! If this kid were to go to the demon world, he would definitely be treated as a treasure by those old monsters of the dragon clan!”
Nannan looked at Long Aotian with an expression of great surprise in her eyes.
“Ancestral dragon bloodline? He must have had some kind of opportunity to return to his ancestral bloodline and thus possess the bloodline of the ancestral dragon! This brat is truly extraordinary!”
Ling Xiao smiled slightly.
A hundred years ago, before he ascended to the divine realm, Long Aotian only had the blood of the divine dragon in his body. It must be that during this hundred years, he had obtained some kind of opportunity that Ling Xiao didn't know about, which allowed him to obtain the blood of the ancestral dragon.
If it weren't for the restrictions of the God of War Realm, with Long Aotian's ancestral dragon bloodline, he would have been able to soar into the sky long ago!
(End of this chapter)