Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6311 Slaughter

Long Chen’s Sovereign flames condensed around him once more, and his sacred dragon might returned in full force. At this sight, the vile dragon and Netherdragon experts were horrified.

“How can that be?! He has clearly exhausted his Sovereign flame energy! How can it recover so quickly?!” Long Yu roared, unable to believe his own eyes.

Earlier, Long Chen had poured the full power of his Sovereign flames into his Heaven Blocking Shield—one of the violet blood race’s most formidable divine abilities, with countless profundities.

Thanks to the Supreme Bone linking his three bloodlines, he could even form the Heaven Blocking Shield with his dragon blood. The problem was that while his dragon blood was immensely powerful, it lacked the flexibility of his violet blood. Forcefully blocking their combined attack ended up burning through all of his energy.

Yet, that was only half the truth. Even though his dragon blood Sovereign flames had been completely exhausted, his violet blood Sovereign flames remained untouched. With his Supreme Bone as the bridge, he could seamlessly transform violet blood Sovereign flame energy into dragon blood Sovereign flame energy with almost no loss.

Thus, this terrifying scene appeared.

Over seven hundred Sovereign flames blazed around Long Chen, their majesty making him seem like the incarnation of a dragon god. Just his gaze alone made the vile dragon and Netherdragon experts tremble with fear.

“Hm, if I had used violet blood for the Heaven Blocking Shield, just half that energy would have been enough to block their attacks. As expected, pure brute force isn’t necessarily the best path. The perfect way is to combine strength with gentleness,” Long Chen muttered.

Through this test, Long Chen uncovered one of the shortcomings of his dragon blood.

His dragon blood Sovereign flames were too ferocious. Something overly hard was more prone to snapping. Although his expression remained calm, the backlash had nearly torn his insides apart.

If he had used his gentle violet blood instead, reflecting a portion of their power back, the strain on him would have been far less.

His dragon blood was most suited for offense, while his violet blood was suited to defense. His Supreme Blood could do both, but controlling it required immense skill. In this regard, he was far too lacking compared to his father.

Although his father’s guidance had helped him gain some control over his Supreme Blood, his mastery was still far inferior to what he could do with his violet blood.

The dragon blood was also difficult to control, but it carried one distinct advantage: its attacks were naturally wild and explosive, requiring little finesse. Their divine abilities had never been about subtlety. They pursued overwhelming destructive force, to crush their foes with sheer power.

If controlling his Supreme Blood was like firing an arrow with pinpoint accuracy from a hundred paces away, then his dragon blood was like a volcano that was ready to erupt wherever he aimed it.

In truth, this difference was rooted in the very nature of the power itself. A human body could never contain as much energy as a dragon’s massive frame.

For a human to wield the dragon race’s divine abilities was naturally not suitable. Thus, although Long Chen had managed to block their combined assault just now, his Sovereign flames had been drained dry.

Fortunately, Long Chen had his violet blood to replenish his dragon blood energy.

Under the terrified gazes of his enemies, Long Chen raised his hand.

“Sovereign Blood Seal—God Slaying Cross!”

All of his Sovereign flames instantly converged upon his palm. The concentration was so extreme that the void itself wailed, as if this power had already surpassed the limits of space.

“Bastard, this can’t be!” Long Yu bellowed.

Long Chen had just exhausted himself blocking their combined attack, so how could he suddenly unleash such a devastating technique?

“Block it together! As long as we block it, he’ll definitely—!” someone shouted.

But even as he tried to sound steady, his trembling voice betrayed him. He didn’t believe his own words.

Yet, retreat was no longer an option. Long Chen had locked them down. If they didn’t block, death was certain.

A giant cross erupted from Long Chen’s hand, tearing the world apart into four directions. At its center stood the vile dragon and Netherdragon experts.

BOOM!

Long Yu and his companions unleashed all of their might, pouring their energy into their weapons to raise a divine wall.

But compared to Long Chen’s Heaven Blocking Shield, their defense was pitiful. The cross ripped through it like fragile paper and smashed into them.

Blood sprayed wildly from their mouths. Yet, these experts were indeed worthy of their status as nine-hundred-flame divine sprouts. Even such a world-splitting attack could not kill them outright.

Still, their auras collapsed completely. Their bodies shook, and they no longer had the strength to resist.

A seven-colored sword appeared in Long Chen’s hand, its edge wreathed in Sovereign flames. A single ripple of sword qi sliced open space itself.

Long Chen took one step forward.

A head flew into the air.

He took another step, and another head soared skyward.

Starlight flickered beneath Long Chen’s feet. With every step he took, another head flew. That seven-colored sword in his hand was like the grim reaper’s scythe, mercilessly harvesting lives.

Although Di Mengyao hated them, the sight of them being cut down one after another—their screams mingling with the thick, metallic tang of blood—still made her shiver.

The current Long Chen felt different from the one she knew. As he reaped lives, his expression remained calm, devoid of joy, anger, or even hatred. That chilling calm was far more terrifying than rage.

“Long Chen, you damn human! Our Netherdragon race has countless peak experts! There are many stronger than Di Mengyao! Just you wa—”

Blood sprayed as this expert’s head was severed mid-curse. His words ended with his life, his Sovereign flames scattering and the fire of his soul extinguished.

Long Chen strolled forward as if he were merely walking through his backyard. One by one, heads rolled. Other than Long Yu, none were spared.

A black vine slithered out, like the tentacles of a devil dragging corpses into the void. Zhi Zhi was once again cleaning the battlefield. Its vine seized every body Long Chen had cut down, pulling them into the primal chaos space—bones, blood, and broken remains alike.

Over time, countless corpses had been fed to the black soil. It had even swallowed the remnants of half-dissipated Sovereign flames. The primal chaos space’s aura was now completely different from when he had first entered the heaven region’s battlefield.

“Do you have anything to say?” asked Long Chen.

Finally, Long Chen stopped before Long Yu. His bloody sword dragged along the ground, carving a line of crimson in its wake. With a casual flick, he stabbed the blade into the earth and pulled out a chair. Sitting down lazily, he leaned back and looked at Long Yu.