Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

A voice resonated through the space—not particularly loud, yet powerful enough to make heaven and earth tremble, as if spoken by a god.

“Who is that?” asked Xia Chen.

“Fantian De,” replied Long Chen, a smile gracing his lips.

Hearing this, everyone was startled. Even from a great distance, Fantian De’s voice carried immense divine energy.

“Boss, how should I respond?” Guo Ran asked eagerly.

“That’s up to you.”

Long Chen knew Fantian De was still nursing his wounds from their last encounter. Since he had already humiliated him once, a little more face-slapping was only natural.

With Long Chen’s encouragement, Guo Ran arrogantly replied, “You’re that trash called Fantian De, right? You call yourself a son of Brahma? How can a coward like you challenge my boss? If you can last more than ten moves against me, I’ll give my children your surname.”

“And who the hell are you?!” sneered Fantian De.

“Hmph! I swept across the four seas and crossed a thousand mountains. The one who shakes heaven and earth, the one who slays devils and demons, the one who grasps the stars and moon in his hands, the one who extinguishes immortals and slaughters gods! I am the one and only, the peerlessly handsome general of the Dragonblood Legion—Guo Ran!”

His declaration was met with an awkward silence.

“Youth?”

Xia Chen and the others exchanged amused glances. At his age, he still called himself a youth? And where did that confidence about being “peerlessly handsome” come from?

“I’ve seen shameless people but never someone this shameless! Get over here so I can kill you!” shouted Fantian De.

“Hahaha, then your daddy, Guo Ran, is coming!”

Countless hearts trembled at this exchange of words. While many in the crowd didn’t recognize the Dragonblood Legion, almost everyone knew Fantian De.

As a son of Brahma, Fantian De carried the reputation of the strongest human faction in the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm. To challenge him was to challenge the very authority of the human race. Hence, no one dared to provoke him.

Fantian De stood closest to the Emperor Reverse Scale, accompanied by the most elite human experts. That area was their territory. And yet, an unknown challenger had appeared—one with the audacity to challenge Fantian De head-on. Most inconceivable of all, it was also a human.

Excitement surged through the crowd as they quickly parted, eager to see who dared defy the strongest human expert. After all, someone who could challenge Fantian De was definitely fit to stay at the best spot outside the ring of light.

Once again, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest flew forward smoothly. Having Guo Ran shock everyone by killing that group of lifeforms and then challenge Fantian De was extremely effective. Just like that, they had saved a great deal of trouble.

With no one stopping them, they got closer and closer to that violet sun. As a result, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest’s runes grew brighter as dragon energy continued to pour into the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest.

As the energy surged, more and more warriors finished condensing their ninth core vein, stepping into the great circle of the Heaven Saint Realm.

Thanks to the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree, their comprehension had been pushed to its peak. Long Chen had also shared the original Jiuli immortal characters with them, allowing them to absorb as many as they could.

Long Chen was extremely gratified by the results. All the Dragonblood warriors and Hidden Dragon warriors had managed to condense nine core veins.

The dragon race was just as impressive. Beyond prodigies like Chi Wufeng and Mo Yang, even the average geniuses of the dragon race had managed to reach the great circle.

In fact, their rate of advancement surpassed the Dragonblood Legion’s. As natural-born dragons, they held an inherent advantage in cultivating here. The numbers were astonishing—most of the dragon race experts had reached the pinnacle of the Heaven Saint Realm. In contrast, the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s progress was more moderate.

Out of their thirty million disciples, only a fifth had condensed nine core veins. However, even the weakest among them had at least five, with the majority reaching seven or eight.

This outcome far exceeded Long Chen’s expectations. The Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree’s power was immense but not omnipotent. Given the disparity in talent and comprehension among so many disciples, he had expected at least a third to fail in condensing their core veins.

Yet, their success rate was unexpectedly high.

Observing closely, Long Chen noticed that Tang Wan-er’s rate of advancement fluctuated. Whenever she slowed down, lower-level disciples suddenly made breakthroughs.

He quickly deduced the truth—Tang Wan-er was using her own power to aid her disciples, subtly supporting their cultivation.

However, Tang Wan-er didn’t mention it, so Long Chen didn’t bring it up either.

While the Wind God Sea Pavilion couldn’t match the dragon race’s speed, they still progressed at an astonishing rate compared to others outside.

Inside the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, the Dragonblood warriors, Hidden Dragon warriors, and the nine-vein Heaven Saints of the dragon race gathered, preparing for the impending battle. All of them were circulating their energy to adapt to their newfound power.

Meanwhile, those who had yet to reach the great circle trained relentlessly. After all, every additional core vein was a step closer to survival in the upcoming bloodbath.

All of a sudden, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest quivered, and Li Qi appeared in front of everyone, his aura retracted. His eyes shimmered with a crystalline light, sharp as blades. Though his appearance remained unchanged, the intensity in his gaze made it clear—he had reached the great circle.

“Congratulations on reaching the great circle,” Song Mingyuan said with a grin.

Not only had Li Qi become a nine-vein Heaven Saint, but he had already mastered his newfound strength to the point of perfectly concealing his aura.

“Where is Zifeng? Why isn’t he here?” Li Qi asked, looking around.

Everyone tensed slightly. Could it be that Yue Zifeng had…?

“Don’t let your imagination run wild,” Long Chen reassured. “Zifeng isn’t weak. He’s probably caught up in comprehending a legacy or dealing with something important. But are we going to lose confidence just because he isn’t here?”

“Of course not. I’m enough.”

The little fox on Bai Xiaole’s shoulder suddenly spoke with arrogance.

Just then, an enraged voice erupted from ahead.

“Long Chen, you ingrate! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you?!”

The Ten Thousand Dragon Nest had finally reached the central battlefield. Ahead of them, countless figures stood, eyes blazing with killing intent.

The real battle was about to begin.

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