Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5493 Nether Laws Seal the Heavens

BOOM!

Seeing Evilmoon crashing down, the Silver Hair Void Crusher howled and blocked it with the Divine Commander Blade, only to be sent flying again.

Long Chen seemed unstoppable, as if he commanded the power of all the stars in the sky. He was like the sovereign of the heavens.

“You only have this little power?” Long Chen snorted. “If you don’t show your real strength soon, you won’t get another chance.”

Without hesitation, he shot toward the Silver Hair Void Crusher, his speed like a bolt of lightning.

“Netherdragon Tianfeng, you idiot!” the Silver Hair Void Crusher bellowed, desperation creeping into his voice. “Do you even want the Dragon Domain’s sovereign dragon reverse scale?! When I called for your aid, did you cto eat shit?! Hurry up and summon the Nether Emperor’s power!”

Once again, he swung the Divine Commander Blade.

BOOM!

This time, the DIvine Commander Blade was blasted from his hand, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

“Fuck off!” roared Netherdragon Tianfeng, his fury shaking the land. Blood Qi surged like rivers, flowing toward him.

Guo Ran, Yue Zifeng, and the others were thrown back by the overwhelming force.

“Careful, that’s the Netherdragon race’s blood sacrifice!” shouted the white dragon race’s patriarch.

All around, the corpses of the Netherdragon race withered at an alarming rate. Their essence blood, along with the blood splattered across the battlefield, was drawn into Netherdragon Tianfeng. Even the living members of the Netherdragon race weren’t spared.

Seeing the gruessight, they tried to flee. But in the end, they exploded into blood mist, which also flowed toward Netherdragon Tianfeng.

“How vicious!” Guo Ran exclaimed, shocked. Netherdragon Tianfeng was sacrificing even the surviving members of his race.

“Silver Hair Void Crusher, you idiot!” roared Netherdragon Tianfeng. “You said everything was under control, that we were just here as extras! Now that the Netherdragon race has suffered enormous losses, a single sovereign dragon reverse scale won’t compensate for this! And now you wantto use the Nether Emperor’s power? You owe my race a debt you can never repay!”

The Silver Hair Void Crusher gritted his teeth, not expecting to be cursed. Since he had no choice but to rely on Netherdragon Tianfeng’s power, he replied, “I owe you a debt! I will definitely repay it in the future.”

A streak of Sword Qi shot toward Netherdragon Tianfeng, only to explode harmlessly a few meters from him. An invisible power had blocked Yue Zifeng’s attack, causing Yue Zifeng’s expression to darken.

Seeing this scene, Guo Ran and the others felt a chill. Yue Zifeng had the greatest offensive power amongst them, but even his sword could no longer reach Netherdragon Tianfeng. This meant that Netherdragon Tianfeng had ascended to a level they could not reach.

“Is this the Nether Emperor’s power?” asked Bai Xiaole in shock.

“Don’t panic. We still have one move,” Guo Ran said through gritted teeth.

Guo Ran then waved his hand, and the Dragonblood warriors fell back, regrouping to assess the situation. All of them eyed Netherdragon Tianfeng from a distance.

Meanwhile, the Silver Hair Void Crusher vanished in a burst of Blood Qi, narrowly avoiding Long Chen’s attack. He reappeared behind Netherdragon Tianfeng.

“Long Chen, your arrogance ends here. Today, you will all die!” declared Netherdragon Tianfeng.

Netherdragon Tianfeng’s voice had changed, resonating with an Emperor’s aura that shook the world. Every word carried the weight of a suprruler, echoed through heaven and earth.

Moments earlier, it was Netherdragon Tianfeng who had intervened to save the Silver Hair Void Crusher, pulling him from the brink of death. This act wasn’t born of compassion—it was a calculated declaration, a bold statement that he was the true protagonist of this battle, not ssupporting character.

With a wave of his hand, Long Chen rested Evilmoon on his shoulder, his expression calm and unyielding. His killing intent burned as fiercely as ever.

With each step Long Chen took toward Netherdragon Tianfeng, the heavens trembled. The eight stars behind him spun, casting radiant light over the battlefield. Black qi continuously gushed from Evilmoon, cloaking Long Chen like a long shadowy cape. It was such a stunning scene that left people breathless.

“You call this arrogant? That just shows your lack of experience,” Long Chen said coldly, his voice cutting through the chaos. “I’ll show you what real arrogance looks like.”

Though his steps appeared slow, each one crossed an unimaginable distance. Yet, he appeared unspeakably calm and graceful. He seemed so at ease, as if nothing could stop his footsteps.

It wasn’t long before Long Chen appeared beside Guo Ran and the others. Guo Ran silently asked, “Boss...”

“You don’t need to attack yet. Leave it to me. Your final move is our ace—it shouldn’t be used lightly. That will be the crux of our victory,” Long Chen transmitted calmly.

This silent communication flowed through their shared dragon blood power, so it was imperceptible to anyone lacking the slineage.

Guo Ran and the others nodded. After that, they slowly retreated to the dragon race’s camp.

All eyes in the Dragon Domain were on Long Chen. Even the proud and arrogant heavenly geniuses of the dragon race, warriors born from the finest lineages of countless eras, couldn’t help but feel admiration and reverence toward him now.

What they respected most was Long Chen’s unshakable confidence and will. No matter the adversary or unexpected turn of events, his confidence was as solid as a boulder. His confidence wasn’t just reassuring; it was infectious, inspiring a sense of security in all who stood by his side.

With each step or gesture, Long Chen embodied the demeanor of a true expert. He truly fit into the image of a hero in their hearts. This image was almost perfect, something that no one could actually achieve in reality.

However, this image had been brought to life by Long Chen. At this moment, no matter how prideful or defiant the heavenly geniuses of the dragon race had once been, they all shared the sthought: Long Chen was someone worthy of reverence.

Meanwhile, Netherdragon Tianfeng’s voice thundered across the battlefield, carrying a chilling weight.

“I use the blood of the Netherdragon race to summon the will of the Nether Emperor! The laws of the Netherworld, obey me! The power of the Nether Emperor is mine to use! Nether Emperor rune, appear!”

BOOM!

In a flash, the wing that Yue Zifeng had severed regenerated, its presence even more imposing than before. The endless Blood Qi around Netherdragon Tianfeng ignited, before ultimately transforming into a black rune that floated onto his forehead. When this rune emerged, everyone present quivered as if an entire world was pressing down on them.

“Realize your foolishness! Nether Laws Seal the Heavens!”

Netherdragon Tianfeng’s expression twisted into a savage grin as his hands formed complex seals. The eight spatial gates around the battlefield detonated in a thunderous explosion.

From the smoldering void, eight colossal hands stretched toward Long Chen.