Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6308 Killing Chickens

The Netherdragon expert’s instincts screamed of doom, as if some primordial beast was baring its fang at his throat. A suffocating sense of death wrapped around him.

With a roar, he swung his spear behind him. Unable to sense Long Chen’s position, he could only attack randomly.

“Above you!” his comrades shouted in alarm.

The expert’s head snapped up, only to see Long Chen suspended upside down in the air. A violet cross flickered in his palm as he slammed it down onto the Netherdragon’s skull.

BOOM!

Against Long Chen, such a mistake was nothing less than a death sentence. This palm directly blew apart the Netherdragon expert’s head and killed him.

“LONG CHEN!”

The surviving Netherdragon experts howled with rage. Their attacks grew even more frenzied, shaking Evilmoon’s petal defenses until they seemed on the verge of collapse. It seemed that this dead man’s status was rather special in the Netherdragon race.

Evilmoon laughed, “Haha, it really does feel good to con people. Should we bait another one the same way?”

“No need, I prefer beating people down head-on,” Long Chen said coldly, feeling a vast torrent of Sovereign flame energy flood into his body.

“Great, then leave them to me!” Evilmoon chuckled darkly.

The moment its words fell, the petal barriers collapsed in a storm of blood-colored blossoms.

At this sight, the enemies charged in.

Di Mengyao steadied her breath and summoned a golden halberd. Dragon qi roared around it like a divine tempest. It was the Heavenly Dragon Battle Halberd, the Heaven Dragon Law Domain’s supreme treasure.

Unlike damaged or decayed Divine Sovereign items, this weapon had been continuously nourished by the Heaven Dragon Domain’s karmic luck. Its power was immense, and it had helped Di Mengyao through countless crises.

Thanks to it, she had managed to obtain several opportunities here. Previously, during the battle, she was planning on merging with it and detonating herself to drag the enemies down with her.

However, their prepared formation had sealed her power, leaving her unable to unleash that final strike.

“Lord Long Chen, this halberd—”

Just as Di Mengyao tried to hand the halberd to Long Chen, believing that with his power he could surely gain its acknowledgment, Long Chen refused.

“Who would use a heavenly weapon to kill chickens? You give them too much credit.” Long Chen cut her off, shaking his head.

Long Chen’s Sovereign flames had reached 580, and his three bloodlines roared with newfound strength.

High above, starlight flickered as astral gates opened one after another, pouring vast astral energy into his body. His aura erupted, climbing to its peak.

“So what if you’re a nine star heir? You’ll definitely die today!” bellowed one of the vile dragon race’s experts.

Wings unfurled from his back, and his sharp claws gleamed with a sinister light.

When he struck, the world itself trembled, and the starry sea behind Long Chen swayed as if it would collapse. This man’s power was overwhelming—he bore 987 Sovereign flames.

By comparison, the one Long Chen had killed earlier possessed only 958. Though the difference was a mere twenty-nine flames, the gap in might was like heaven and earth. At this stage, every Sovereign flame was no longer just quantity—it was a qualitative transformation.

“You think you can kill me?” Long Chen snorted, clenching his hand.

All of a sudden, the void twisted and collapsed as countless stars condensed onto his fist.

BOOM!

His punch met the dragon claws in a deafening explosion. The shockwave sent both figures flying and grunting. Neither of them had gained the upper hand in this exchange.

“It seems this is the limit of six gates. It can only contend with someone on this level,” Long Chen muttered.

Long Chen flexed his hand. It was slightly numb, but his eyes gleamed. He had finally measured the true power of his six gates, and it was satisfactory for him. For them to match 987 Sovereign flames was already remarkable.

The Nine Star Hegemon Body Art was more terrifying than even he had imagined. If six gates equaled this level... what would happen when he opened the seventh? Would these so-called peak experts be nothing but kneeling dogs before him? And if he reached eight gates...?

“How dare you kill a descendant of my Netherdragon race’s Heavenly Sovereign? Die!”

Another expert lunged in, striking as Long Chen was still flying back. His dragon spear howled through the void, aiming toward Long Chen’s back.

But before it could land, the spear froze—caught in the grip of an astral hand.

Long Chen turned back to look at the attacker. He had 961 Sovereign flames.

“You really overestimate yourself,” Long Chen sneered. “Charging in so recklessly... when you’re this weak.”

Long Chen clenched his hand, flooding the dragon spear with his astral energy.

The spear shuddered violently. With a bang, the Netherdragon expert’s hands exploded into a bloody mist.

Compared to the vile dragon expert, his strength was far inferior—his only advantage lay in speed. That talent made him one of the quicker experts on the field, but in his recklessness to claim Long Chen’s head and curry favor with his higher-ups, he had rushed in blindly.

Gripping the spear’s tip, Long Chen shoved it back with brutal force. The butt of the spear slammed into its master’s chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a flick, Long Chen hurled the spear like a bolt of lightning at the next charging enemy.

This enemy, a vile dragon expert, was preparing to unleash a divine ability when the incoming spear smashed into him, blasting him back in a spray of blood.

By then, the spear’s master was already dead.

Long Chen’s eyes were like blades. If he couldn’t turn such a fatal mistake into a kill, then he wouldn’t be Long Chen.

Long Chen had already killed two Netherdragon experts, enraging the enemies. But this time, they were smarter and not in a rush to attack. They realized they had to work together.

“Die!”

But Long Chen only sneered. “Boss Long San has never feared a group battle!”

Long Chen’s astral hand slammed a saber, twisting it toward the enemy attacking from the side.

That expert panicked, scrambling to defend. Unfortunately, as the blow now carried the combined force of two people, his defense crumbled instantly. His blood sprayed through the air as he was sent flying.

The sudden collapse opened a gap in their encirclement.

In a flash, Long Chen’s figure vanished, streaking after the injured enemy. The others roared in alarm and chased desperately, but it was far too late.

The injured enemy was too shaken from that attack and could only watch as Long Chen got close. It was like a merciless death god descending on him. There was nothing he could do.

A single strike. Blood sprayed through the air.

Another Netherdragon expert fell.