'Long Ao is a One-Line Heaven Martial Artist?'
Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng certainly wouldn't believe it. But if that weren't true, why had the astonishing aura of a One-Line Heaven Master just erupted from him?
"Die."
Just moments ago, the two had threatened to slaughter his family. Long Ao would never leave such a threat to fester. His powerful Soul Slave unleashed a startling aura and drifted toward them like a phantom.
Before either of them could figure out what was happening, the Soul Slave struck them with its palm. Like kites with severed strings, their bodies were sent flying violently backward.
Twisting around in mid-air, Long Yulang and Ye Gucheng were already scared witless. They turned to flee, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
'They ran?'
It seemed Long Ao hadn't expected them to actually turn and run. 'So much for being Martial Artists.' Scornfully, he shot forward in pursuit.
