Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

“If you want a war, we’ll have a war. This little fellow is correct, the great evil dragon race are the dragon race’s bravest warriors. We fear neither failure nor death. I’ve long since disliked looking at you. Come, we’ll settle things once and for all!” the gold eye evil dragon race shouted, his eyes flickering with an ominous light.

The next moment, a black saber appeared in his hand. A golden streak ran along the blade’s edge, radiating sharp killing intent that locked onto Ying Changkong.

“This goddamn…” Ying Changkong’s retort was directed at Long Chen, but to his shock, the gold eye evil dragon race leader accepted the retort instead.

Ying Changkong regarded the evil dragon race leader as a hot-headed idiot, but he couldn’t deny the brute’s power. Perhaps due to his simple mind, the evil dragon race leader had funneled all his focus into cultivation. While Ying Changkong wasn’t afraid of him, he also couldn’t say that he would win against this idiot.

Today, Ying Changkong’s primary enemy was Long Chen. Yet, this idiot couldn’t even grasp that fact, forcing Ying Changkong into an impossible situation where retreat wasn’t an option. He had no idea how to respond.

Furious, Ying Changkong’s face darkened as he bellowed, “Xie Qianzhong, you idiot! This is the Dragon Domain! We should be united against outsiders!”

However, Xie Qianzhong had stopped listening the moment he heard the word “idiot.” With bloodshot eyes, he roared back, “You’re the idiot! Your whole family are idiots! If you have guts, come out and fight me right now!”

“You fucking…!” Ying Changkong nearly spat blood in frustration. Xie Qianzhong looked deranged, and fighting a madman like him would be nothing short of a nightmare.

The Dragonblood warriors couldn’t suppress their laughter, and even Bai Shishi chuckled. Long Chen truly had a knack for stirring people’s emotions. With just a few words, he had ignited Xie Qianzhong’s pride and shame, leaving him desperate to defend the honor of the evil dragon race. It seemed that Xie Qianzhong intended to use Ying Changkong as his proving ground.

Watching Ying Changkong rage so hard he seemed on the verge of spitting blood, Bai Shishi sighed inwardly. Boss Long San is truly Boss Long San. None of his enemies ever have an easy time.

Suddenly, Ying Changkong roared, “Are you done watching?! Shouldn’t it be time for you to come out!? The Dragon Domain belongs to the entire dragon race; its rise and fall relates to every member of the dragon race! Are you going to cower like tortoises for the rest of your lives?!”

This outburst wasn’t aimed at Xie Qianzhong but at the dragon experts lurking in the distance. It was a clever move to divert the focus away from himself, subtly tying their shared hatred of Long Chen to the situation. For a moment, it seemed Ying Changkong wasn’t as foolish as he appeared.

“I thought that your resonant dragon race wanted to be the boss of the Dragon Domain? So you’ll be the boss when you want to, but when there’s actual trouble, you’re going to hide behind others?” mocked Long Chen.

Long Chen naturally wouldn’t give up the chance to humiliate his enemy. The resonant dragon race was colluding with Pill Valley, and the chaos in the Dragon Domain was likely a direct result of their scheme.

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A cold, mocking voice rang out, drawing everyone’s attention. Long Chen turned to see a graceful woman step forward. She wore tight-fitting black attire that accentuated her long legs and flawless figure.

She appeared to be in her thirties, exuding a mature allure that young maidens simply couldn’t match. Her beauty was breathtaking—long, deep-set eyes and a figure that could ignite a fire in anyone who looked too long. She seemed like a ripe poisonous peach, inviting yet dangerous.

Even Long Chen couldn’t help but give her a second look, but he suddenly had a bad feeling.

His divine sense stealthily reached back. As expected, Bai Shishi’s eyes were locked onto him, so he hastily put on an indifferent expression.

This woman came with countless dragon experts, the majority being from the black dragon race. It was a stunning lineup.

“Mo Ying, what are you trying to say?” Ying Changkong’s voice turned cold. “You think I can’t handle this? I called you out of respect, not because I needed help.”

Mo Ying was the leader of the black dragon race. Among the black dragon race, the surnames were flexible, tied more to symbolism than lineage. Names like Hei, for black, or Mo, for ink, were common choices in the clan.[1]

She was a powerhouse, a half-step Dragon Emperor like Ying Changkong and Xie Qianzhong. While they had never clashed outright, their subtle probing over the years had revealed their equal footing.

At Ying Changkong’s words, Mo Ying’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. Her narrowed eyes glinted with mischief as she assessed Long Chen. Then she turned back to Ying Changkong.

Mo Ying asked, “Oh, is that so? I feel like this little brother is very powerful, and you can’t beat him. How about this? If you can beat him, my black dragon race will forever follow your resonant dragon race.”

Her words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. Factions that had been hiding in the shadows revealed themselves, their leaders exchanging alarmed glances.

The Dragon Domain’s balance of power was maintained by the delicate equilibrium among its eight major factions. If the black dragon race were to ally with the resonant dragon race, that balance would shatter, plunging the domain into chaos and bloodshed.

This little witch!

Long Chen was surprised as this woman was not ordinary. She seemed to have noticed something.

Mo Ying wasn’t just strong—she was dangerously shrewd. Her seemingly casual proposition had already thrown the Dragon Domain into turmoil.

He scanned the gathered leaders and felt certain that none of them, even combined, could match her intellect.

“Really? Do you dare swear on your dragon soul?” Ying Changkong asked eagerly, his delight evident.

Long Chen nearly groaned aloud. This is the leader of the resonant dragon race? He can’t see he’s walking straight into a trap?

Perhaps he had consumed too much of Pill Valley’s fake medicine over the years, leaving his head muddled. How could someone this clueless lead a race? He was basically jumping into a pit of fire.

“Of course,” Mo Ying replied smoothly, raising her hand to form a strange seal. “I swear—”

“I will not allow it.”

A cold, commanding voice cut through the tension, halting her oath mid-sentence.

1. 黑 Hei=black. 墨 Mo=ink. ☜