Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5449 White Dragon Race Leader

Everyone was shocked to see a prime nine-vein Emperor lose against a Heaven Saint in one blow.

“It seems that the dragon race’s decline isn’t a matter of a few days. Even your elders have no combat instincts. No wonder each generation is worse than the last.” Long Chen’s voice carried a cold edge as he stared down at the elder, his spear still embedded in the elder’s chest.

The elder was stunned. After shattering Long Chen’s initial attack, he hadn’t expected such a rapid follow-up. He had no time to react.

“If you want to kill me, then do it! Don’t insult the dragon race. Hmph, I’d like to see how you plan to leave the Dragon Domain alive!” snarled the elder.

“Threatening me? Alright then.”

The elder actually did have some backbone, but his threatening tone made Long Chen angry. The runes on his spear started to glow ominously.

“Long Chen, don’t!”

A familiar, frantic voice called out, halting Long Chen’s hand. He then turned to see Bai Yingxue approaching with a group of white dragon race experts and other familiar faces.

“Boss...!”

Guo Ran, Gu Yang, Bai Xiaole, and the others showed up, their eyes reddening when they saw Long Chen in the flesh.

They had all feared the worst after their disastrous encounter with the Silver Hair Void Crusher. After all, that dumb bastard was stronger than any foe they had ever encountered. So, while the white dragon race leader had hinted that Long Chen was still alive, doubts still lingered in their hearts.

Now, seeing him standing tall, with a dragon bone spear in hand and a defeated nine-vein Emperor at his feet, they could barely hold back their tears. Even Bai Shishi, who had tried to brace herself, couldn’t stop her tears from flowing. Covering her mouth, she wept silently.

She had been more worried than anyone. Countless times, her thoughts had spiraled into worst-case scenarios, leaving her restless and unable to focus on cultivation. Now that he was back, all the fear and uncertainty she had buried came rushing out, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

Long Chen’s gaze softened as he looked at them, his heart filling with warmth. When his eyes met Bai Shishi’s and saw her struggling to hold back her sobs, a wave of heartache washed over him.

The fury that had gripped him moments earlier started to dissipate.

“Young friend Long Chen, let’s stop this here. Whatever grievances remain, we can discuss them within the safety of our territory,” said a calm voice, breaking the moment.

The speaker was an elder from the white dragon race. Short and pudgy, he didn’t appear like a peerless expert; instead, he resembled a friendly, approachable elder from a quiet village.

Yet, behind his humble appearance lay the unfathomable power of a true half-step Dragon Emperor. Despite his immense strength, his presence was warm and inviting, not oppressive. It was as if one could instinctively trust him and lower all defenses in his presence.

It was clear his strength was not meant to harm but to protect. It was this balance that made him seem so approachable.

“Hmph, I’ll send you off,” Long Chen muttered coldly, his attention returning to the elder impaled on his spear.

With a dismissive snort, he swung the elder off and sent him flying.

Long Chen said, “Gu Yang, here’s a gift.”

When the baldy caught the bone dragon spear, he instantly felt a bloodline resonance with it, sensing its terrifying power.

“Thank you, boss!” Gu Yang cried out excitedly, not expecting Long Chen to suddenly give him such a powerful divine weapon.

Although no one knew the dragon spear’s origins, everyone from the Dragonblood Legion had a wealth of experience. They could sense that it was definitely a shocking divine weapon.

“Long Chen, let me introduce you. This is the Heaven Essence Dragon Domain’s white dragon race leader!” Bai Yingxue said hurriedly.

“Boss, you aren’t fair. What about me?” asked Bai Xiaole enviously.

Bai Shishi immediately smacked him on the back of his head. This little fellow never read the situation. Bai Yingxue was introducing Long Chen to the white dragon race leader. For Bai Xiaole to interject now was far too rude.

Ignoring the overly enthusiastic Bai Xiaole, Long Chen cupped his fists and offered a slight bow. “Greetings, senior.”

The white dragon race leader smiled warmly. “There’s no need for formalities, young friend. This isn’t the time or place to linger. Let us return to the white dragon race’s territory.”

“Keep dreaming!” A sharp, venomous voice cut through the air.

At this moment, a black-faced elder arrived with many followers, their killing intent fully unleashed. Leading them was another half-step Dragon Emperor, and he glared at Long Chen as if trying to tear him to pieces with his eyes.

This man was the leader of the black crow dragon race and Wu Yifeng’s grandfather. Upon hearing of his grandson’s death, he had flown into a towering rage and mobilized his full force without hesitation.

“You’ve killed my grandson, so you should know what you have to do, correct?” shouted the black crow dragon race leader, not even looking at the white dragon race leader.

“Of course,” replied Long Chen nonchalantly.

“Then kill yourself,” the black crow dragon race leader spat coldly.

“Ah, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding,” Long Chen said, his tone light yet cutting. “It was indeed wrong of me to kill your grandson. Sigh, for him to walk the path to the yellow springs alone must be painful. Allow me to send you to join him.”

The Dragonblood warriors standing behind Long Chen felt their blood surge at his words. This was their boss—a man whose arrogance was sharper than any weapon. Other than Long Chen, who else dared to say such audacious words?

“You are courting death!” the black crow dragon race leader roared, erupting with the might of a half-step Dragon Emperor.

Long Chen’s hand moved to Evilmoon’s hilt. With a cold and merciless voice, like the whisper of a death god, he said, “I’m willing to give foolish people one chance. But bad people? I’ll cut them down where they stand. As for someone both foolish and wicked like you, it seems your time has simply run out.”

The black crow dragon race leader roared with fury. “Ignorant human! You have no idea how vast the heavens are! Everyone else, stand aside! Anyone who dares block my path to vengeance will be declaring war against the black crow dragon race!”

At his command, the hundreds of thousands of black crow dragon experts formed a barrier, blocking the white dragon race from intervening. His words were meant as a warning to the white dragon race—stopping him would mean open conflict.

After all, it was entirely reasonable for the race leader to avenge his grandson’s death. If the white dragon race tried to stop him, it would be a declaration of war.

The white dragon race leader shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, someone stepped forward.

“Boss, can you let me have him?”