Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6309 Don’t Worry, It Won’t Hurt

“It seems that it’s not just Mengyao who focuses too much on cultivation!” Long Chen sneered after already killing three of the Netherdragon race’s experts.

He quickly realized that while their Sovereign flame energy was terrifying, they could only bring out at most eighty percent of its full might.

On top of that, their combat instincts were average at best. They lacked the keen intuition and battle-honed perception needed to anticipate an opponent’s movements. Clearly, they hadn’t faced many life-and-death struggles.

Compared to Di Mengyao, their experience and instincts were superior. Yet when compared to Long Chen, they were woefully lacking.

The martial path was never about raw power alone—it was a trial of a warrior’s complete strength.

If overall power was a barrel, then cultivation talent, magical arts, combat sense, perception, deduction, control, and countless other factors were the wooden planks making it up.

Some planks could be tall, others short. But it was always the shortest plank that determined how much water the barrel could hold, not the tallest.

This principle applied to every path, not just cultivation.

Take Di Mengyao as an example. Her cultivation talent was unmatched, and her Sovereign flame power was extraordinary. In terms of sheer might, she stood above all of them.

Yet, when encircled, she was helpless. The same was true for these Netherdragon experts. Against Long Chen, none of them had the ability to fight back.

This was why Long Chen could easily find their weak points, and they were unable to find his.

In life, no step was ever wasted, not even the ones that seemed pointless.

Long Chen had led the Dragonblood Legion step by step, clawing their way forward against endless adversity. They had stumbled blindly through darkness and endured trials of blood and fire. However, each of their scars became a stepping stone. These countless battles then accumulated, forging the strength they possessed today. That was the difference.

Thus, while it looked effortless when Long Chen cut down three powerful experts, the truth was that every swing carried the weight of countless brushes with death.

“Don’t be rash! Contain him!” shouted the vile dragon expert.

In their earlier exchange, he had probed Long Chen’s true strength and realized Long Chen was no weaker than himself.

If they joined forces, killing Long Chen wouldn’t be difficult. But if they allowed him to keep isolating them, they would die one by one.

At this moment, the vile dragon expert’s 987 Sovereign flames burned intensely. His aura rose to its peak. Yet, even as he urged the others to attack together, he himself lunged at Long Chen alone.

BOOM!

Their blows collided once more. Astral energy burst from Long Chen’s body, meeting the vile dragon’s strike head-on. Once again, they were evenly matched.

The air quaked beneath their storm of blows. Every strike shattered the void and reverberated like thunder. This vile dragon was undeniably powerful—one of the true titans of his race.

Against this torrent of attacks, Long Chen stood his ground. Astral energy surged endlessly from his gates. Ever since opening his six gates, this was the first time he could truly fight without restraint.

His body had fully adapted to the six gates’ might, and endless astral energy coursed through him like a raging river. He unleashed it freely, without the slightest hesitation.

Such an opponent was far too rare. With every clash, Long Chen’s aura only grew sharper and stronger.

The two exchanged hundreds of blows in the blink of an eye. Space shattered around them, explosions rippling outward and distorting the very fabric of reality.

“Lord Long Chen...” Di Mengyao muttered, her eyes glimmering with awe as she watched him stand unshaken against their strongest foe. “If I had Lord Long Chen’s talent for combat, that would be incredible!”

Di Mengyao was unaware that the “talent” she was so envious of was possessed by over seven thousand warriors of the Dragonblood Legion.

It was not an inborn gift, but a talent carved from slaughter. She had no idea of the mountain of corpses that had laid the foundation for their brilliance.

The vile dragon expert roared. His Sovereign flames blazed as strongly as they could, and even his manifestation ignited, but he still couldn’t shake Long Chen.

Just then, a Netherdragon expert stealthily crept toward Di Mengyao. His dragon spear shot out like a viper, aiming for her back while she was distracted.

In her injured state, Di Mengyao’s perception lagged. Hence, by the time she sensed danger, the spear was within three meters away from her. She spun around in alarm.

In that instant, blood-colored petals bloomed into existence, blocking the strike.

“Ignore them. With me here, they can’t harm a single hair on your head.” Evilmoon’s lazy voice rang out in Di Mengyao’s ears.

This was her first time hearing Evilmoon’s voice. Though it tried to sound gentle, its tone still made her scalp prickle.

After all, Evilmoon’s voice carried a sinister abyssal resonance, as if it could pry open her soul and drag out the deepest, most primal fears within her.

Is this Lord Long Chen’s divine weapon? What a sinister aura. Di Mengyao’s heart shuddered.

The sneak attacker refused to give up and swung his spear, but the petals reappeared and blocked it.

BOOM!

At that moment, a thunderous impact shook the battlefield. Long Chen and the vile dragon finally broke apart. Long Chen stood steady, while his opponent staggered back several steps.

At that moment, the enemies’ expressions darkened. This vile dragon expert was their strongest, yet he had just been forced back in terms of raw strength. That was a dreadful omen.

At first, he and Long Chen had been evenly matched. But now, the gap was widening. His core energy was already faltering, while Long Chen still burned at his peak.

“Attack together! Help Senior Long Yu kill Long Chen!” shouted another vile dragon expert.

If their leader fell, they would collapse, and many of them would die.

“Kill!”

They roared and charged, but their strikes lacked killing intent. After all, their goal wasn’t to overpower Long Chen, but to survive—to create openings for Long Yu.

Attacks rained down like a storm. Forced to fend them off while still clashing with Long Yu, Long Chen slipped into a passive position.

Thanks to the interference, Long Yu’s confidence surged.

“Long Chen, today you’ll definitely—”

Pow!

A thunderous slap exploded across his face, sending him flying like a cannonball.

Before the others could react, Long Chen’s figure vanished. He reappeared in front of the Netherdragon expert who had just ambushed Di Mengyao.

The man’s soul nearly tore free in terror. His body locked up—he forgot to flee, forgot to resist. He froze.

That person’s soul almost fled his body in terror, which caused him to forget how to defend or flee. As he froze, Long Chen grabbed his neck.

“You’re so gutless. But don’t worry, it won’t hurt!”

CRACK!

With a squeeze, the man’s neck exploded, spraying blood and bone fragments through the air.