Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

A dragon’s cry resounded across heaven and earth as violet divine light flooded the battlefield. Instantly, the disciples of the violet blood race were bathed in this sacred radiance.

Long Chen’s divine ring gleamed as if enveloped by a violet sun. Faintly within its glow, an enormous divine dragon’s shadow flickered in and out of existence. As the power of dragon blood erupted from him, the land trembled violently. The battlefield quaked beneath his presence.

Faced with this overwhelming dragon might, every cultivator present felt as insignificant as an ant. This was Long Chen at full power.

Most frightening of all, his aura was still rising as if it had no limit.

Bi Yingxue and the others were left astounded. Even though they had held Long Chen in high regard, the true extent of his strength still managed to shock them.

“Don’t let him accumulate more power! Stop him!” shouted Bi Ta.

His heaven veins ignited as he unleashed a devastating strike, no longer daring to hold back. A massive ray of Sword Qi slashed toward Long Chen.

This giant Sword Qi shattered midair, fragmenting into millions of deadly streaks that rained down upon Long Chen.

Yet, Long Chen just stood there, his expression icy and his gaze as sharp as a blade. He made no attempt to defend himself.

The violet divine light surrounding Long Chen effortlessly withstood Bi Ta’s attack. The moment the Sword Qi made contact, it crumbled into nothingness.

“What?!”

Bi Ta’s eyes widened in disbelief. Though that had been a probing strike, he had used eighty percent of his power. And yet, even with that, he couldn’t break Long Chen’s natural protective divine light? Just how strong was Long Chen?

On the other hand, the Luo family disciples felt their blood blazing with excitement at this sight. Long Chen’s power had exceeded all their expectations.

“Stop holding back! We have to kill him now!” Bi Tianxing roared, forming hand seals.

The void suddenly exploded, revealing a three-headed wolf. Upon its arrival, its aura of death covered the battlefield.

“The Three-Headed Hell Dog?! Bi family, you dare to betray our ancestors and cultivate this forbidden art?!” Luo Yanfeng cursed, raging at the sight.

The violet blood race possessed a forbidden art that allowed them to raise evil spirits using their violet blood power. This ability stemmed from their unique bloodline, which could nourish all things—be it heroic or malevolent spirits.

In the primal chaos era, countless evil beings perished in body but lingered as spirits, refusing to dissipate. If one set up an altar, they could lure these evil spirits using their blood soul power.

Once the evil spirits came, they would take root on the altar and absorb all the available energy there. If there was enough energy, they could form a body that could shift between the tangible and intangible.

Normally, raising evil spirits was not a good idea. If the summoner couldn’t provide enough energy for the evil spirits, the spirits would turn on their summoner and devour them instead.

As a result, this practice was forbidden. But the Bi family had clearly ignored this ancient taboo.

Bi Tianxing had used his Spiritual Strength to form a contract, offering his violet blood as bait to summon an evil spirit from the abyss. If the spirit was too weak, he could destroy it; if too strong, he risked being devoured himself. Thus, for him to succeed, a powerful protector had to be watching over him, which meant the higher-ups of the Bi family were not only aware of this forbidden technique but had likely encouraged its use.

“So what?” Bi Yingxue sneered. “You’ll all be dead soon anyway. No one will live to reveal our secret.”

She formed hand seals of her own. The next moment, the space beside her distorted, and a three-meter-tall evil spirit with a blood-stained saber emerged.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Bi Ta and Bi Yong followed suit, summoning their own evil spirits—one an ape, the other a dragon.

“Kill Long Chen!” Bi Yingxue commanded, charging at Long Chen.

Her evil spirit moved even faster than her, its blood saber slashing at Long Chen. This saber contained a terrifying evil energy that sliced apart the void and caused ear-piercing explosive sounds.

Just as the saber fell, Bi Yingxue vanished and reappeared behind Long Chen in a flash. Her sword lunged forward, aiming for his back.

One attack from the front, one from behind—a flawless combination. Clearly, she had honed her synchronization with the evil spirit to perfection.

“Die!” shouted Bi Yingxue.

Seeing no reaction from Long Chen, Bi Yingxue grinned wickedly. At this point, it was impossible for him to dodge.

But her smile froze the next instant.

Her blade sliced through an afterimage.

“Not good!”

A chill ran down her spine.

“Watch out!” Bi Tianxing’s warning rang in her ears.

Bi Yingxue barely managed to glimpse Long Chen’s figure—through her evil spirit’s eyes. The spirit had instinctively turned its saber toward him.

In that split second, her vision shifted. She saw… her own back.

Long Chen was behind her.

At this sight, panic surged through her. Without hesitation, she stabbed her sword backward while attempting to leap away.

But she had barely moved before her throat tightened, and a powerful hand lifted her off the ground.

The next moment, blood sprayed into the air. Pain exploded in her chest as a saber pierced straight through her body.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence.

Long Chen had not only evaded her perfect attack but had also manipulated the evil spirit’s instincts to turn against her, using her as a shield.

Bi Yingxue stared at the saber impaling her, her gaze filled with disbelief. Through the pain, she saw the face of the entity that had struck her.

A sinister, gleeful face. A killing intent colder than death itself.

“No—!”

Her scream was cut short as the evil spirit’s saber quivered. Power surged through her body.

BOOM!

Bi Yingxue was obliterated.

The enslaved evil spirit saw a chance to escape its bindings and directly took it. No longer bound by its former master’s will, it let out an earth-shaking roar.

Its aura erupted, growing dozens of times stronger as it shed its restraints.

“Damn human, how dare you enslave this lord!? Today, this lord will send all of you to hell!”

The evil spirit’s chilling voice reverberated across the battlefield, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it.

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