Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5249 Hanging By a Thread

Long Chen’s Spiritual Strength scanned the spiritual fragments of the dying salamander.

Originally, the Raging FlHorned Salamander was an existence that should have peaked at the Immortal King realm. However, due to a special opportunity, it mutated and advanced to this realm. Still, its intelligence remained low. Its memories were disjointed and chaotic, and Long Chen could only gather fragments that had left a deep impact on the creature.

One memory stood out: the salamander devouring a strange fruit. Long Chen deduced that this fruit was likely the catalyst for its mutation.

Another fragment revealed a seven-color sword slicing through the air, severing the salamander’s leg. Flames erupted around the creature as it tore through space to escape. Through the chaos, Long Chen caught a vague glimpse of his father’s figure. It seemed that the salamander had used its innate divine ability to flee after being gravely injured. However, it was clear that the loss of its leg had left its core too damaged for it to fully recover or use the ability again.

Although the figure was blurry, Long Chen was sure that it was Long Zhantian. Learning that his father was so powerful made Long Chen feel a sense of relief.

Long Chen sifted through more scenes. One particularly clear memory showed a group of dragon race disciples being hunted by the salamander. It must have happened recently, as the images were vivid. The disciples, suppressed by the salamander's Emperor might, were forced to make a desperate stand.

Fortunately, the injury inflicted by Long Zhantian’s seven-color SuprBlood flared at that moment, causing the salamander’s body to convulse. Seeing this, the dragon disciples seized the opportunity to flee.

When Long Chen shared these images with everyone, the dragon race’s experts were frightened. The children of their race had cterrifyingly close to death. Their lack of combat experience and survival instincts was glaringly evident. If they continued recklessly, they were bound to meet disaster in the Endless Desolation.

“Move out!” shouted Long Chen as he tossed the salamander’s corpse into the primal chaos space. Through its memories, he found which direction the dragon race disciples had run off to.

While the dragon race’s experts had bloodline senses that could track down their junior disciples, they found that this ability had weakened in the Endless Desolation. If they hadn’t run into this salamander, they might not have even sensed their disciples.

The moment the dragon race disciples entered the Endless Desolation, they encountered the two-vein Emperor salamander. Many were seriously injured, so the elders couldn’t help but worry for them.

The Endless Desolation was filled with dangers, especially the depths. These disciples might be wiped out at any moment. Thinking of that, they all felt a chill.

As they rushed through this land and Long Chen directed Gold Rhino, a Dragonblood warrior suddenly stood up and shouted, “Boss, we’re a bit off. Turn left a bit!”

“You can sense them?” asked Long Chen.

“I inherited a dragon soul with a special vision. I can’t sense them, but I can see the path they walked. I can see the fluctuations of them having passed through here,” said that Dragonblood warrior.

Long Chen was delighted to hear that and had this warrior direct Gold Rhino. In less than six hours, they heard roars coming from up ahead.

“That’s the sound of my children!” shouted the red dragon race leader.

Gold Rhino directly charged over at full speed, dragging the war chariot whistling along. Its powerful pressure erupted. Once Gold Rhino unleashed its aura, several large figures in the distance immediately fled, terrified of it.

When the dragon race’s disciples felt this aura, they were scared shitless.

“An even more terrifying demonic beast has appeared?! Heavens, is this the day we die?”

“How did it end up like this? We still haven’t found our ancestors!”

“Brothers, don’t give up. We chere ready to die if we must. Fight to the death!”

Gold Rhino stopped in front of them, its terrifying aura shaking them to the core. Just like that, their newly ignited fighting spirits were extinguished.

Even though they had faced the Raging FlHorned Salamander, Gold Rhino’s aura was on a different level. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to scare off those demonic beasts.

When these disciples saw the golden war chariot and then the Ten Thousand Dragon Nests, their eyes reddened. They didn’t recognize the chariot, but they did recognize the familiar auras within the nests.

The leaders of the dragon race rushed forward. Upon seeing their disciples, they nearly collapsed in relief. The disciples, who had been certain of their doom, now knelt on the ground, ashamed of their recklessness.

A disciple of the red dragon race said, “It was my foolishness that implicated everyone. Race leader, please punish me.”

Although what they had faced just now were only one-vein Emperors, being surrounded by four of them at once resulted in them losing thousands of their disciples.

This disciple from the red dragon race was Long Wuyang, the strongest member of the junior generation in the entire Dragon Domain. It was his fiery passion that had led the disciples into the Endless Desolation in search of their ancestors, despite falling out with their elders. However, their first encounter with danger—a battle against the Raging FlHorned Salamander—had nearly cost them their lives.

Just as they thought they were done for, the salamander’s old injury flared, and they managed to escape.

After fleeing, they found a place to recuperate from that fight, not realizing that it happened to be the dwellings of four demonic beasts.

They were truly unlucky. Long Wuyang had been very confident in their chances, but in front of these terrifying demonic beasts, he couldn’t even protect himself. He could only watch as his fellow disciples died.

Seeing his race leader, he lowered his head in shas he felt deep regret. He thought that the race leaders had chased after them because they were weak.

The race leaders were equally stricken with guilt. Although these young disciples had been naive, they had shown courage and passion—qualities their elders had lost over years of cautious living.

“Good child, rise. We were the ones who let you down. Forgive us!” exclaimed the red dragon race leader as he lifted up Long Wuyang. The other leaders did the sfor their disciples, their hearts aching at the sight of their dead brethren. Why did they not have the courage to go with their disciples? They had failed their descendants and ancestors.

“Race leader!”

The disciples were surprised and moved. Just as they thought they would be severely punished, their elders actually comforted them.

“Dragonblood Legion, split up and bringthe corpses of those four demonic beasts!” Long Chen's calm, yet commanding voice rang out, leaving no room for hesitation.