Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

In Long Chen’s mind, Feng Xinyue was a supreme being. Her power was utterly unfathomable, far beyond anything he could comprehend.

Among all the people Long Chen had ever encountered, only a select few were truly immeasurable: the High Firmament Academy’s sweeping elder, Aunt Gong—the one who gave him the golden lotus seed—and, of course, Feng Xinyue herself.

As Long Chen’s cultivation advanced, so did his realization of Feng Xinyue’s immeasurable strength. Moreover, Feng Xinyue had hinted, time and again, that she would support him. Although it was not explicit, it gave him a feeling that no matter what kind of calamity he caused, she would be able to handle it.

When the rank-one Blood Emperor was about to attack, Long Chen’s excitement grew. This was a rare chance to witness Feng Xinyue’s power firsthand.

But instead of attacking, the Blood Emperor froze. Feng Xinyue’s cold gaze was enough to paralyze him with fear. Seeing this, Long Chen immediately tried to stoke his fury.

Unfortunately, no matter how much oil Long Chen added, the fire had gone out. The Blood Emperor’s resolve crumbled under Feng Xinyue’s oppressive aura. Sweat streamed down his face as he hesitated, visibly shaken.

In the end, he withdrew his blood-colored compass and backed down amidst countless stunned gazes.

“What the hell? Are you really going to back off? Don’t be such a coward!” Long Chen cursed in frustration.

Long Chen had been counting on the Blood Emperor’s attack. If Feng Xinyue attacked and slew this forward, Long Chen could have a peek at her abilities. Moreover, he would also get some spoils of war—a rank-one Blood Emperor’s corpse, brimming with unimaginable energy. Such a prize would have been an incredible boon for him.

The energy released by the rank-one Devil Emperor’s corpse had been nothing short of extraordinary—not just in sheer quantity but also in its quality.

During his recent attack, Long Chen had only tapped into a fraction of the power held by Huo Linger and Lei Linger. Lei Linger had unleashed fifty percent of her full strength, while Huo Linger, preoccupied with nurturing the Golden Crows and aiding their advancement, had contributed just thirty percent.

Even so, their energy was clearly different from before. For the first time, it carried a faint trace of the Emperor-level’s power. Although subtle, this little addition significantly elevated their overall strength.

Long Chen calculated that if Lei Linger were to fully unleash her power, not even ten experts of the Blood race—including the rank-one Blood Emperor—would survive.

As for Huo Linger, her strength eclipsed even Lei Linger’s. Even without the might of the Golden Crows, she still had the support of the Fusang Trees and Moon Trees, making her devastatingly strong. If a single corpse could provide Long Chen with such immense benefits, he wanted more of them.

Unfortunately, this cowardly Blood Emperor refused to fight, leaving Long Chen disappointed and unable to capitalize on the opportunity. Long Chen wasn’t stupid enough to challenge such an expert on his own.

Seeing Long Chen’s taunts, the rank-one Blood Emperor could only grit his teeth furiously. After all, the look that Feng Xinyue gave him was too frightening, letting him know the vast difference between them.

If they were to fight, he would likely die. After that, Long Chen and the others would annihilate the Blood race’s army.

Hence, despite his fury, he had to endure. He gritted his teeth as his charred and battered disciples started healing, their hatred for Long Chen evident in their venomous glares.

Unfazed, Long Chen rubbed his chin, his gaze roving around.

As if sensing his mischievousness, Feng Xinyue said, “Give it up. This is only one branch of the Blood race. Killing them serves no purpose. Don’t waste your strength or expose your trump cards.”

Long Chen sighed. He had been toying with the idea of provoking the Blood Emperor further, perhaps slapping him again. However, Feng Xinyue’s warning made him reconsider, and he could only leave things there for now.

Sigh, acquiring a good corpse is hard.

Long Chen also knew that exposing their overall power was not a good idea. The more he exposed it, the more dangerous it would be for them in the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm.

The Blood race’s failed provocation had left them devastated. Still, they could only swallow their rage. Meanwhile, the golden-armored horsemen and Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples watched in stunned silence.

The horsemen hadn’t expected this frail-looking boy to be so vicious, annihilating so many powerful experts instantly.

His sloppy appearance had tricked them all. In an instant, he had wiped out countless experts without breaking a sweat. Even the woman who had initially dismissed him as unremarkable stared at him with newfound respect.

Just then, the ground started to quake. Thunderous rumbling heralded the arrival of a stone giant army. They were all over thirty meters tall, looking like moving stone statues.

“The Stone Spirit race,” Long Chen muttered, pleased.

However, as their sinister auras became clear, his smile faded.

They were actually members of the Evil Spirit race, which was infamous for their cruelty and violence. Even among their own kind, they were loathed, known to slaughter indiscriminately. They were the most wicked of all the Spirit race’s branches.

The Evil Spirit race essentially had no allies, but they were naturally powerful. Had that not been the case, they would have gone extinct long ago.

The few hundred thousand stone giants marched to the edge of the abyss, stopping right beside the Blood race’s army. Their gemstone-like eyes gleamed with malice as they locked onto the Blood race. Their twisted smiles sent chills through the wounded Blood experts, who were still trying to recover.

Suddenly, a wicked idea crossed Long Chen’s mind. After forming a series of hand seals, he smirked and shouted, “What are you looking at?! You vile stone monsters dare to glare at the great Blood race? Keep it up, and we’ll pluck your eyes out!”

However, the curse rang out from the Blood race’s camp, instantly provoking the Evil Stone Spirit race.

“You bastards from the Blood race, you must be tired of living!” roared the stone giants.

“Wait, no! That wasn’t us!” The rank-one Blood Emperor frantically tried to explain. But the enraged stone giants charged without listening, unleashing devastation upon the Blood race.

Long Chen crossed his arms, watching the mayhem unfold with a satisfied grin.