Chapter 377: Long Ao

"You are the forbidden first-generation descendant of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the most outstanding prodigy of this generation, Long Ao?"

Princess Long Ji leaned lazily against a golden dragon throne, her beautiful eyes gazing calmly at Long Ao.

A flicker of surprise passed through her gaze.

Long Ao's talent and strength truly exceeded her expectations, leaving her somewhat startled.

Especially his bloodline power—even she, a descendant of ancient emperors with noble blood, was taken aback.

"Is that the legendary Emperor Dragon Blood?" Princess Long Ji murmured inwardly.

Emperor Dragon Blood is one of the strongest bloodlines in the dragon race, immensely noble, capable of elevating its bearer to sainthood and founding a new lineage on their own.

This alone reveals just how powerful Emperor Dragon Blood is.

Even in Princess Long Ji's era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had never produced a prodigy with Emperor Dragon Blood.

"Princess Long Ji, you are indeed as rumored—peerless in grace, unmatched in beauty." Long Ao's lips curled into a smile, his gaze unhidden, fixed directly on Princess Long Ji.

The heat and aggression in his stare showed no restraint, brutally direct.

Feeling that invasive, fiery gaze, Princess Long Ji's eyebrows faintly furrowed.

She disliked this feeling.

No man had ever conquered a woman like her.

"Why have you come to see me? Are you seeking cooperation within the Immortal Ancient World?" Princess Long Ji asked.

Since Long Ao broke his seclusion now, he clearly intended to seize great fortune within the Immortal Ancient World.

Moreover, Princess Long Ji had heard that Long Ao's luck was extraordinary.

He might truly obtain a heavenly boon within the Immortal Ancient World.

"No, that's secondary. I came here primarily for you." Long Ao smiled.

"What do you mean?" Princess Long Ji tapped the armrest of the dragon throne with her jade fingers.

"Be my woman, Long Ao!" Long Ao stated bluntly.

"Are you joking?" Princess Long Ji's brows tightened further.

Though Long Ao's strength and talent were extraordinary, to demand she become his woman outright was sheer arrogance.

Unbeknownst to her, this was simply Long Ao's modus operandi.

Whoever I desire, I will claim as mine.

"Princess Long Ji, be with me, and when I become the Dragon Emperor of all races, you shall be my Empress—we shall rule this era together!"

Long Ao's tone was utterly arrogant.

Even Princess Long Ji was momentarily stunned.

She wondered if Long Ao had sealed himself away so long he'd damaged his mind.

This wasn't confidence—it was outright conceit.

"Your words are bold, but I advise you not to overestimate yourself. Forget other matters—can you even defeat Jun Xiaoyao?" Princess Long Ji said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao was a mountain towering over every prodigy of this generation.

If you cannot cross that mountain, don't even speak of dominating the world or subduing the age.

Yet upon hearing this, Long Ao's expression darkened.

A terrifying aura of killing intent spread outward.

"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao killed my younger brother—I'll settle the score with him eventually. But right now, he's probably in trouble within the Eternal Grave Soil and may not even make it to the Immortal Ancient World." Long Ao sneered.

Long Ao's nature was inherently conceited—he never feared Jun Xiaoyao.

If Jun Xiaoyao missed the opportunity in the Immortal Ancient World, Long Ao would fear him even less.

For if he missed this chance, Jun Xiaoyao would be left far behind.

"I advise you to temper your arrogance. With Jun Xiaoyao, no amount of caution is excessive." Princess Long Ji shook her head lightly.

Once, she too had been as conceited as Long Ao now, believing she could sweep aside all young prodigies.

Then Jun Xiaoyao personally taught her humility.

Of course, Princess Long Ji had since assimilated a drop of the Azure Dragon Emperor's blood—her strength had undergone a transformation.

If she met Jun Xiaoyao again, she would wash away her past humiliation.

"Princess Long Ji, I'll prove it to you. When the time comes, you'll willingly become my woman."

Long Ao smirked crookedly, cast one last glance at Princess Long Ji, then turned and walked away with effortless grace.

His posture was unbearably flamboyant.

A faint trace of revulsion appeared in Princess Long Ji's eyes.

"Both are prodigies of unparalleled talent—why is his character so vastly inferior to Jun Xiaoyao's?" Princess Long Ji shook her head slightly.

Though she too had grievances against Jun Xiaoyao,

she had to admit: Jun Xiaoyao's demeanor and bearing were flawless, beyond comparison to any other prodigy.

Long Ao's talent and strength might rival Jun Xiaoyao's,

but his character was utterly abysmal—arrogant, conceited, like a three-year-old child.

Could a man like this defeat Jun Xiaoyao?

Princess Long Ji did not believe it.

Long Ao's emergence had shaken the entire Three Thousand Dao States.

Especially before the Immortal Ancient World opened.

Clearly, Long Ao intended to sweep through the Immortal Ancient World and claim the greatest fortune.

"Heh, now even Long Ao has emerged—how uncomfortable must the human ancient clans opposing the Ancient Imperial Clans be feeling?"

"Indeed. The Jun Clan's Divine Son hasn't returned from the Eternal Grave Soil—his condition remains unknown."

"This Immortal Ancient World may prove unfavorable for the Jun and Jiang Clan prodigies."

While many were discussing Long Ao,

another explosive rumor spread from the northern region of the Vast Heaven Immortal Realm.

The Wang Clan's Young Emperor was also preparing to emerge and seize the opportunity of this Immortal Ancient World.

The news sent shockwaves through all quarters.

In fame, the Wang Clan's Young Emperor, Wang Teng, was no less formidable than Long Ao.

Was the age of prodigy rivalry finally arriving?

At this moment, within a mist-shrouded cliff in northern Wang Clan territory,

a middle-aged man clad in a purple python robe arrived.

He was Wang Yuanba, patriarch of the Wang Clan and a quasi-Supreme.

At that moment, a figure stepped out from within the cliff.

His body radiated ten-thousand-zhang brilliance, stirring the very qi of heaven and earth.

Four auspicious spirits circled him: a true dragon soared skyward, a phoenix sang its cry, a qilin trod upon the sea, and an xuanwu bore a mountain on its back.

This spectacle was astonishing, making Wang Teng appear as if the Heavenly Emperor had emerged, or an Emperor Star had descended.

No wonder Wang Yuanba constantly boasted about his son.

Wang Teng truly had something.

"Father…"

As the radiance faded, a tall, noble young man with dragon-like bearing and phoenix-like grace revealed himself.

His skin resembled jade, shimmering with divine light, radiating an aura of heavenly protection.

In terms of fortune, Young Master Wang Teng was no weaker than Long Ao.

His cultivation base was none other than the Void God Realm.

"Good… good! My son truly has the bearing of an Emperor—who else but you could ascend to the throne?" Wang Yuanba laughed heartily, proud of his son.

"Father, this Immortal Ancient World will be my stepping stone. I have a feeling—there may be a heavenly boon of world-shaking magnitude within it." Wang Teng's eyes gleamed brightly.

Since childhood, his fortune had been extraordinary—he once fell into a lake and obtained a golden war chariot treasure.

He once wandered into a mountain range and found a golden sacred sword.

In short, Wang Teng was acutely sensitive to all forms of fortune.

He sensed that within the Immortal Ancient World, a fate-altering heavenly boon was likely to appear.

"Could it be one of the Seven Marvels of the Immortal Realm?" Wang Teng murmured inwardly.