Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6302 Unstoppable Divine Saber

“Lord Long Chen!”

Qing Yi and the others were overjoyed and cheered loudly.

Long Chen had silently appeared right beside the leader of the Netherdragon race. No one had expected him to arrive at such a critical moment. His sudden presence instantly filled them with hope. In their eyes, Long Chen was nothing less than a god.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you all,” Long Chen said, waving at Qing Yi and the others with a calm smile.

“Die!”

The moment Long Chen turned away, that nine-hundred-flame divine sprout shoved the Nether Heaven Furnace into another’s hands and unleashed a punch. Nine hundred Sovereign flames swirled around his fist as it smashed toward Long Chen’s chest.

BOOM!

The fist landed cleanly—at such close range, Long Chen had no chance to dodge.

Qing Yi and the others’ expressions paled. The full-force attack of a nine-hundred-flame divine sprout? With no defenses up, wouldn’t Long Chen be blasted apart?

The sharp sound of bones breaking echoed, but Long Chen didn’t even budge. Instead, the young leader of the Netherdragon race let out a cry of pain, his face contorting as he staggered back several steps.

Just now, a crimson light had flared before Long Chen. Countless petals had condensed into a shield, blocking the strike.

The shield vanished the instant it did its job, so fast that even Qing Yi and the Netherdragon young expert failed to notice it.

To their eyes, Long Chen had truly taken that punch head-on. Yet it was as if he hadn’t felt a thing.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What kind of body could withstand the full-force blow of a nine-hundred-flame divine sprout without divine light, without any visible defense?

“How was that? Fast enough?” Evilmoon’s arrogant voice resounded in Long Chen’s mind.

Long Chen couldn’t help but feel impressed. Evilmoon was right—with just a thought, its power manifested, even faster than if Long Chen had moved himself.

Although Long Chen had always been able to use his mental energy to control Evilmoon’s power, Evilmoon had not been this powerful. Now, it was stronger and faster, and its activation was also smoother.

“I refuse to believe it!” the Netherdragon expert roared.

His figure flickered, instantly appearing before Long Chen—only to vanish again in the next breath.

When he reappeared, his fist was already crashing toward Long Chen’s back. It was a feint within a feint, so swift that no one could react to it.

BOOM!

Another thunderous impact erupted against Long Chen’s back. Once more, the brittle crack of breaking bones rang out, followed by a strangled grunt of pain.

And once more, it was not Long Chen but the Netherdragon expert who retreated. His barely healed wrist shattered again.

Long Chen turned around and looked at him oddly.

Long Chen asked, “So, you’re one of those nine-hundred-flame divine sprouts you mentioned? Did you actually count yourself among those peak heavenly geniuses?”

Even Qing Yi and the others were stunned now. Just when did their Lord Long Chen become this powerful?

Their admiration and worship of him instantly soared to fanaticism. He had rejected the Sovereign King Dragon Crown, was incapable of condensing Sovereign flames, and yet could still look down on the rest of the world.

“Damnit, this is an illusion! This isn’t real!” the Netherdragon expert roared, his Sovereign flames erupting wildly.

His face twisted with madness as a black spear manifested in his grasp.

His Sovereign flames surged into the spear, and in the next instant, a vicious aura ripped through the void and slammed into Long Chen’s chest.

BOOM!

The spear struck home. This time, Qing Yi caught sight of a faint crimson flash but still could not see the true form of Long Chen’s mysterious shield.

Consumed by rage, the young leader of the Netherdragon race failed to notice it. Instead, he suddenly felt his arm go numb. Agonizing pain tore through his limb, and blood dripped from his palm until it streamed freely, dyeing his black spear red.

A web of fine cracks then spread across his Sovereign weapon. Before he could even react, it exploded into fragments, raining down onto the ground.

Stunned and pale, he stared at Long Chen as though he was facing an incomprehensible monster. The rest of the Netherdragon race’s experts were also stunned. They had never seen such a terrifying sight before.

Suddenly, divine light blazed.

“Lord Long Chen, be careful! He’s using the—” Qing Yi cried out.

The Nether Heaven Furnace abruptly withdrew its suppressive seal on Qing Yi and his comrades and hurtled toward Long Chen with supreme divine might.

“Die!” the Netherdragon expert roared, a fierce glint in his eyes.

He even released Qing Yi just to strike at Long Chen.

The move came so suddenly that it revealed his ruthless decisiveness—this was someone willing to sacrifice anything to achieve his goal.

BOOM!

Long Chen was struck by the divine furnace and smashed into the ground. Its divine light locked down heaven and earth.

“Hahaha! Long Chen, you fool, you’re too overconfident! Now that you’re trapped in the Nether Heaven Furnace, don’t even think about escaping, hahaha!”

The Netherdragon expert laughed wildly, seemingly confident in his victory.

Qing Yi was appalled. She wanted to use the Azure Dragon Pearl to attack the divine furnace, but she hesitated. If the divine furnace could transmit the backlash inside, her attack would only harm Long Chen.

Just as Qing Yi hesitated, a lazy voice rang out from within the furnace.

“Did you think this broken furnace could trap Boss Long San? Youngsters sure dream big!”

“Break!”

Long Chen’s roar thundered out. Blood-colored divine light streaked across the heavens, condensing into a full moon of crimson.

The moon cleaved the furnace clean in two, causing the sacred artifact to split apart like a melon beneath a blade.

The Nether Heaven Furnace—a Divine Sovereign magical item, thought to be indestructible—crumbled to the ground with a deafening rumble. The sound struck everyone’s hearts like a hammer.

“Netherdragon Blood Evasion!”

The Netherdragon expert hastily drew a seal on his palm, his figure blurring as he tried to flee.

But just as his body faded, starlight flickered. A massive hand gripped the void, dragging him back into reality before slapping him into the ground.

“Blood evasion? Did I say you could leave?” Long Chen asked.

Long Chen stood with a hand wreathed in stars, holding the Netherdragon race’s young leader by the throat as if he were no more than a helpless chicken.