Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

The leader of this devil army charged forward, each step making the earth tremble. A chilling sensation spread as his overwhelming killing intent enveloped the battlefield.

“That’s a real vicious character!” exclaimed Long Chen.

The expressions of those around him changed instantly. This devil possessed thirteen heaven veins and, more importantly, exuded an aura of true experts. This devil had to be extremely experienced in combat.

For Long Chen, this was the first true expert he had encountered on this battlefield.

Previously, Long Chen had assumed the devil race operated similarly to the violet blood race, selecting the most outstanding bloodlines and nurturing them like delicate greenhouse flowers. Their focus was on preserving pure bloodlines rather than fostering true experts, gradually eliminating impure bloodlines over generations.

However, here, Long Chen finally saw a true expert, a genuine warrior forged through bloodshed. If he had been nurtured in their own minor world without external threats, then his existence meant that he had stepped over the corpses of his own kin to rise to this level.

“Big brother Yanfeng, I’m leaving that big fellow to you!” shouted Long Chen.

“No problem!” Luo Yanfeng replied, feeling a burning desire to fight that devil expert as well.

Luo Yanfeng’s battle spirit ignited. He had been craving a real fight, and this was exactly the challenge he desired. All he needed was Long Chen’s command to break from the group and engage in solo combat.

“Kill!”

The Luo family disciples erupted with battle cries, their voices shaking the heavens. Under Long Chen’s relentless training, they had transformed from sheltered warriors into fierce predators, launching themselves at the enemies like a pack of ravenous wolves.

With weapons drawn and bloodlines ignited, the Luo family disciples tore into battle. They were no longer novices. Experience had sharpened them, and they could now instinctively gauge the strength of their opponents, adjusting their power accordingly.

At this moment, Luo Yanfeng and their leader clashed. Broadsword met spiked mace, violet Blood Qi clashing against black devil qi. A deafening explosion sent both warriors staggering backward, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

“He’s strong!”

Both fighters narrowed their eyes, their blood boiling. This was the kind of battle they lived for. Roaring, they charged at each other once more.

As their duel raged, Luo Ying, Luo Jiang, and the others led the Luo family disciples into battle against an enemy force nearly ten times their number. Saber-light and sword-images flashed like a violent storm, cutting through the devils with ruthless efficiency.

When Long Chen saw the Luo family disciples fighting fearlessly, he felt a swell of pride. In just a few battles, these disciples had evolved from greenhouse flowers into seasoned warriors. The potential of the violet blood race was truly astonishing. Each battle propelled their strength forward by leaps and bounds.

“Kill!”

The Luo family disciples unleashed ferocious war cries against these elites of the devil race. Even when the odds were one against ten, their display was outstanding.

Long Chen praised them inside. These warriors had gradually adapted to the battlefield. Now, what they needed was to hone themselves on this battlefield. Through battle, they would grow even sharper, even harder, and even more glorious.

Long Chen held a spear in his hand, ready to assist anyone who fell into danger. However, he found that they had fully adapted to the battlefield. Even when they fell into danger, they could escape through their own means. They didn’t even need Long Chen’s assistance.

Long Chen stood there in the sky, watching the intense fight that heated up his blood. If Long Chen was given enough time, he could raise the violet blood race’s warriors into an army second only to the Dragonblood Legion.

Suddenly, Long Chen’s consciousness sank into the primal chaos space. Heavenly Dao Fruits were falling from the branches in a steady stream, carpeting the ground with tens of thousands of them.

This meant tens of thousands of disciples were perishing across the battlefield. As the fight with the devil race intensified, casualties surged at an alarming rate.

Most of the fallen were nine-vein Heaven Saints, the main force of the violet blood race. Occasionally, a thirteen-vein Heaven Saint would fall, but such occurrences were rare.

This level of loss seemed to be within the violet blood race’s expectations. After enduring the brutal baptism of battle, the survivors would emerge as true elites. They could then exchange their accumulated kill points for resources, allowing the strongest to grow even stronger. Moreover, only the best warriors would get the best resources.

This was a very cruel way to select the best of the best, but no one could complain that it was unfair. It was a cruel but effective system.

After all, talent alone wasn’t enough to guarantee survival. Some prodigies would fall, while others, who might not have been as naturally gifted, would rise through sheer grit and combat prowess. Through this merit-based system, they could claim the treasures needed to fortify their weaknesses and evolve into true experts.

Luo Yanfeng and the devil leader’s battle escalated to a brutal crescendo. The ground beneath them shattered, and their hands were drenched in blood.

BOOM!

With a final earth-shaking collision, both warriors were blown backward, their weapons sent flying from their grips.

Weaponless, they roared and lunged at each other with their fists.

Long Chen watched their battle intently. This battle would propel Luo Yanfeng’s power to new heights. He could already sense the silent transformation within Luo Yanfeng’s violet blood. His unwavering determination to win was forging a breakthrough.

Right now, they were evenly matched. But given time, Long Chen was certain that Luo Yanfeng would surpass his opponent. The next time they met, this devil might not even survive a hundred exchanges. This was the terrifying growth rate of the violet blood race.

Yet, Long Chen felt no envy. He, too, possessed violet blood, and his was even stronger. He had already condensed thirteen heaven veins. The power flowing through him had evolved from a murmuring creek into a boundless sea.

As Long Chen observed the battlefield, he sensed the changes in their violet blood. Understanding the violet blood from this comprehensive standpoint was very beneficial to him. This was much better than him trying to study it in seclusion.

After several battles, Long Chen had benefited immensely. Now, he had a much deeper understanding of the violet blood race’s magical arts and divine abilities.

Just as Long Chen was contemplating their future potential, a thunderous voice rang out across the battlefield.

“Lang Qing, you really are a fool. You can’t even deal with this small group? Leave these humans to me!”

A new wave of devil elites surged forward, their presence sending a chill through the air. The battle was far from over.