Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

“Return my son’s life!”

An elder from the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race roared in fury. His son had been slain, and his rage had long since reached its peak. His vengeful gaze locked onto the Violet Pupil Nine-Tail Fox. After all, when Hou Tianwu was slain, Long Chen wasn’t even on the battlefield.

In his grief-fueled wrath, the elder failed to grasp just how terrifying Long Chen truly was. Seeing Long Chen charging toward him, he furiously swung a fist at him.

“I can’t return it, but I can send you to him. I’d be happy to reunite a father with his son,” sneered Long Chen.

“Shut the fuck up!” roared Hou Tianwu’s father, golden light surging around his clenched fist.

Seeing this, Long Chen unleashed a punch of his own.

BOOM!

A golden fist clashed with a violet one. Two blazing lights filled the sky, one radiating the divine aura of an ancient emperor sealed since the primal chaos era, the other carrying the peerless might of a heavenly genius of the current age.

This was a clash of raw physical power—without techniques or tricks. Clearly, both Long Chen and Hou Tianwu’s father had absolute confidence in their bodies.

The violet and golden light clashed against each other, blowing away countless experts of the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race.

Before the dust could settle, a resounding smack echoed through the battlefield. Hou Tianwu’s father was sent hurtling backward, a glaring violet handprint imprinted on his face. Under his golden light, that handprint looked particularly clear.

“Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race, I’ll send you all to hell!”

A sharp cry pierced through the stunned silence, and a massive claw descended upon the ranks of the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race without warning.

The attack was terrifying, yet it had come in complete silence—concealed by spatial energy until the very moment it landed. It was the combined strike of Bai Xiaole and Little Nine. By the time their enemies sensed its presence, it was already too late. Hundreds of monkeys were obliterated in an instant.

“AHH!”

Blood and gore splattered across the battlefield. The Violet Pupil Nine-Tail Fox went berserk, its colossal body tearing through enemy ranks like a beast possessed.

The rest of the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkeys hastily took their true forms, launching a desperate counterattack against Little Nine.

However, Little Nine had already gone crazy, its claws like blades tearing through them. It didn’t even bother with divine abilities, preferring to sink its fangs into its enemies. It relished the raw sensation of tearing through flesh and bone.

BOOM!

After being slapped by Long Chen, Hou Tianwu’s father let out a furious roar, and divine radiance appeared behind his head.

The moment this divine light appeared, the entire world seemed to tremble under its weight. His aura swelled exponentially, multiplying over tenfold in an instant.

“Divine Emperor Crown?”

Long Chen’s heart quivered. He was finally witnessing the true Divine Emperor Crown of an expert from the primal chaos era.

In this era, neither Human Emperors nor Divine Emperors could condense Emperor Crowns. However, Long Chen’s generation had encountered an unprecedented surge of karmic luck. As long as they formed core veins, they would be able to manifest Emperor Crowns.

Emperor Crowns varied in level. The more core veins one had and the more perfect their tribulation, the stronger their Emperor Crown.

The rankings were distinguished by color: red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, and violet. Red was the weakest, while violet was the strongest.

The presence of an Emperor Crown created an insurmountable gap between Emperors of the same realm. It was a power difference akin to an uncrossable gulf.

Hou Tianwu’s father was a rank-nine Divine Emperor. If he had been an ordinary one, Long Chen’s previous attack would have at least left him heavily wounded.

However, he was an expert from the primal chaos era. His body had been tempered and nourished by primal chaos qi, making him vastly superior to the experts of this era.

Despite Long Chen’s overwhelming aura, Hou Tianwu’s father had believed he could crush him effortlessly. But reality proved otherwise—he had been slapped across the face, humiliated before his peers.

Enraged, he unleashed his full power. The divine radiance behind his head gradually took shape, forming the outline of an imperial crown.

This was the source of the Emperor Crown’s name.

The moment it materialized, his aura surged again, growing even more oppressive. The power of heaven and earth gathered around him, resonating with his presence. Space itself trembled beneath his might.

As Hou Tianwu’s father summoned his Divine Emperor Crown, the battlefield erupted into chaos. The Dragonblood Legion crashed into the demon race’s forces.

The demons were horrified. Their so-called mighty Demon Emperors were nothing more than lambs before the Dragonblood warriors.

In this clash of old and new experts, it was a one-sided slaughter. Even the weakest of the Southern and Northern Alliances could make these Demon Emperors cry out for their parents.

It wasn’t that the senior generation hadn’t trained diligently—they simply had been born in the wrong era. The Heaven Vein Mystic Realm’s karmic luck had widened the gap between generations to an unfathomable degree.

Seeing the warriors of the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race being massacred, Hou Tianwu’s father panicked.

To avenge his son, he had ordered the deployment of a transportation formation to summon all the Demon Emperors of the Heaven Demon Alliance.

It was meant to be both an act of vengeance and a demonstration of the demon race’s might.

However, this one-sided massacre was not a show of might—it was an absolute disaster. His forces were crumbling. If this continued, how could the Heavenly Demon Golden Monkey race lead anyone after this?

“Die!”

Hou Tianwu’s father roared, summoning a golden staff. With his Emperor Crown blazing brightly, he swung it at Long Chen with unrestrained fury.

“Tch, are you wearing a green cap because you’re afraid others won’t know that your wife is prettier than you?” sneered Long Chen, summoning Evilmoon.

Feng Xinyue’s lips twitched. Long Chen’s mouth was as sharp as ever.

Hou Tianwu’s father’s Emperor Crown ranked at the fourth level—green.

Red, orange, yellow, green. A green Emperor Crown signified immense vitality and physical resilience.

In truth, Hou Tianwu’s father had possessed an Emperor Crown of the highest tier—violet. But due to being sealed for countless years, its power had regressed.

When Hou Tianwu’s father heard Long Chen’s taunt, his face turned dark green. Countless runes lit up on his staff, and he smashed it at Long Chen with his full power.

In response, thirteen dragons behind Long Chen coiled around a blazing pearl. Long Chen’s dragon blood ignited, surging forth like a volcanic eruption.

BOOM!

Evilmoon’s dragon runes lit up as it clashed against the golden staff. The battlefield trembled as two titanic forces collided.