Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Long Chen’s roar reverberated across heaven and earth like the decree of a god. Behind him, the eight-colored divine ring spun majestically, revealing eight stars within it.

Behind the eight stars was an endless starry sea, and the stars above the sky resonated with them, forming a starry domain that covered the entire Dragon Domain.

“He’s…”

“A nine star heir?!”

Mo Yang, Chi Wufeng, and the other ancient heavenly geniuses’ jaws dropped. Only now did they recognize Long Chen’s status.

“No wait, nine star heirs are always solitary existences! They never form groups. Yet, he…” frёewebηovel.cѳm

“But that astral manifestation—only the nine star lineage can wield such power!”

“I’ve read that in the primal chaos era, there were legendary Warriors of the Starry Sky who could command the power of the stars. Could he be one of them?”

“But just now, he clearly shouted Eight Star Battle Armor! That’s definitely a phrase of the nine star line.”

These ancient heavenly geniuses were all baffled. In their era, nine star heirs were rare, but their legends still endured. In contrast, the present-age experts had almost forgotten them. For these ancient heavenly geniuses, who had been sealed for countless eons, Long Chen’s manifestation was a revelation that shattered all expectations.

“So what if you’re a nine star heir? I’ll still kill you.”

Netherdragon Tianfeng was also startled by Long Chen’s manifestation, but the overflowing astral energy didn’t scare him. Instead, an intense desire to fight surged out of him, and his spear pierced toward Long Chen with even greater power.

“You’ll kill me? You should be thinking about how to run!” Long Chen sneered, raising his hand as starlight condensed into a radiant sphere in his palm.

“One star, Star Fall!”

The sphere shot forth, colliding with Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear. The ensuing explosion shook the heavens and sent both of them hurtling backward. Each retreated seven steps, and with every step, seven black whirlpools erupted beneath their feet, tearing through the void.

Their clash had reached a level where even the laws of space could no longer withstand their power, resulting in cracks that rippled and shattered reality itself. This scene shocked everyone; this kind of phenomenon was beyond the scope of their understanding.

“That’s crazy powerful!” exclaimed one of the dragon race’s monstrous geniuses.

This genius was on the same level as Mo Yang, Chi Wufeng, and the others. He had harbored doubts about Long Chen’s superiority. But now, after witnessing this unparalleled display of power, he found himself overwhelmed.

Just as everyone was shocked, Long Chen and Netherdragon Tianfeng charged back at each other. Netherdragon Tianfeng swung his spear at Long Chen, and Long Chen raised his arm to block it. With just his forearm, Long Chen withstood his attack.

This time, even Netherdragon Tianfeng was stunned. The Netherdragon race had always been near the pinnacle of the dragon race in terms of raw power.

Furthermore, the dragon spear he wielded was a divine artifact blessed by the Nether Emperor himself. Coupled with the might of his Nether Emperor Wings, this strike possessed such destructive power that even a Dragon Emperor would hesitate to block it barehanded. Yet, Long Chen had done exactly that.

Just as Long Chen’s physical prowess shocked Netherdragon Tianfeng, Long Chen’s left hand flicked through the air. The movement was so fast and seamless that no one saw what technique he used. Before anyone could react, his palm connected squarely with Tianfeng’s face in an explosive slap.

Netherdragon Tianfeng’s face exploded into a grotesque mess of flesh and blood as he spiraled backward, resembling a spinning top flung with merciless force.

This sudden turn of events dumbfounded everyone. They had never seen such a technique in this lifetime.

After slapping Netherdragon Tianfeng flying, Long Chen didn’t chase him. Instead, he leisurely shook out his right arm. The numbness from the earlier clash gradually subsided, and the hairline cracks in his bones healed almost instantaneously.

“He really is strong,” Long Chen muttered, examining his arm with a satisfied smile. “If I were the old Long Chen, that spear would have blown my arm to bits.”

Ever since his return from the primal chaos battlefield, Long Chen’s understanding of astral energy had soared to unprecedented heights.

In the past, his use of astral energy was crude, relying purely on brute force to overwhelm his enemies. In such a scenario, the earlier strike would have crushed his arm. But now, Long Chen’s astral energy contained a soft component in it, one that had always existed but he had somewhat neglected.

When Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear struck, it didn’t impact Long Chen directly. Instead, the energy dispersed through his divine ring, the eight stars, his starry sea manifestation, and even the celestial stars above.

As a result, his physical body bore only thirty percent of the total impact. While the force was enough to crack his bones, the primal chaos space immediately mended the damage, leaving him unscathed.

The most remarkable part was that this energy distribution occurred automatically, without any conscious effort on his part.

Even Long Chen was unaware of why such a thing would happen. He only knew that ever since his return from the primal chaos battlefield, his Nine Star Hegemon Body Art seemed to have undergone an immense transformation, making him even stronger.

Long Chen smiled, very satisfied with these changes within himself. Previously, his cultivation of the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art felt superficial, as if he was only scratching its surface. Now, he felt as though he was finally stepping through the threshold, and that newfound depth brought a sense of fulfillment.

However, to the others—especially Netherdragon Tianfeng—that smile appeared as a scornful mockery.

“You bastard! How dare you laugh at me?!” roared Netherdragon Tianfeng, his bloodied face contorted in rage. His fury seemed to ignite flames in his eyes as he bellowed, “The peak of the heavens exists for me, Netherdragon Tianfeng[1]! In this world, no one can sneer at me!”

BOOM!

With a deafening boom, an additional eye on his wings opened. Lightning runes flared to life around him, and his aura surged to an even greater height.

The spatial fabric surrounding him started to splinter, sending cracks spidering outward. Yet, as quickly as they appeared, the cracks mended themselves—only to shatter again in an endless cycle. This scene stunned the experts watching.

“You have twelve wings, and every wing has an eye. When one opens, your power rises. This isn’t a divine ability of the Netherdragon race or the dragon race. It is an exclusive technique tied to the Nether Emperor’s line, right?” asked Long Chen.

From these sinister eyes, Long Chen could sense the Nether Emperor’s will, which contained its own supreme law. It was completely different from the will of the dragon race’s patriarchs. The disparity was so vast that comparing the two was futile.

“Are you afraid?” snarled Netherdragon Tianfeng, his killing intent soaring.

He started walking toward Long Chen, each step causing the entire Dragon Domain to shudder violently. The aura and will surging out of him evoked a sense of terror in the onlookers’ souls.

1. His name Tianfeng means the highest level of the heavens. ☜