Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Cui Bo’s expression changed. He suddenly realized that he had been tricked.

He had never imagined that his chaos music—the Zither Sect’s secret art imbued with the laws of sound—could be shattered so easily. Such destruction should have required the same level of law power.

Yet, not a single Dragonblood warrior was a half-step Sovereign Lord. Their laws weren’t even solid. By all reasoning, none of them should have been capable of countering Cui Bo’s secret art.

Now Cui Bo’s gaze fell on Guo Ran’s bronze drum. No matter how he looked at it, the thing didn’t resemble a formidable divine item. But a single beat from it had shattered his technique.

What enraged Cui Bo most was that there hadn’t been a trace of law fluctuation in that strike. He truly couldn’t fathom how Guo Ran had done it.

Now, Cui Bo was all alone in the middle of the Dragonblood Legion.

In front stood Guo Ran, Wilde, and that mysterious formation master, while behind him loomed the iron wall of Dragonblood warriors. He suddenly felt like he had thrown himself into a net.

Seeing Guo Ran’s calm appearance, Cui Bo was filled with unease, but he kept his icy expression on.

He said, “Interesting. I actually misjudged. That drum of yours is quite a remarkable item.”

Guo Ran scoffed. “Save your breath. Trying to probe my abilities with childish tricks? What a joke.”

Guo Ran had been with Long Chen the longest and had learned a lot of tricks from Long Chen. So, although he liked to show off, he wasn’t an idiot. Cui Bo’s attempt at fishing for information was laughable.

Being seen through and mocked in one stroke made Cui Bo’s face twitch. He was a genius of the Zither Sect. For him to be taunted like this stoked his killing intent to the brink.

“Fool, did you think you could trap me here?! You have no idea! I’ve completely seen through your ploy!” roared Cui Bo.

Guo Ran eyed him with exaggerated disdain.

“Oh? Then why are you so panicked? Don’t tell me...” His gaze dipped down. “...you haven’t noticed that you’ve pissed yourself?”

Cui Bo instinctively looked down. And the moment he did, the astral winds shifted, warning him too late that he’d been duped.

Guo Ran had intentionally distracted Cui Bo to launch a sneak attack—a palm strike toward his face.

In response, Cui Bo reacted swiftly, avoiding the full blow. But Guo Ran’s fingertips still left three red lines across his cheek.

Guo Ran clicked his tongue, looking at his own hand in disappointment.

“How can you be this stupid? We’ve practiced this move how many times now? Your hit rate’s even worse than Mo Nian’s.”

Feeling the three burning lines on his face and hearing Guo Ran talking to himself, Cui Bo nearly exploded. He couldn’t accept that one of Long Chen’s underlings was toying with him—his dignity crushed beneath the man’s ridicule.

“Die, you ignorant fool!” Cui Bo shouted.

Cui Bo’s spear quivered, its runes igniting as his law domain spread outward. He lunged at Guo Ran.

On the other hand, Guo Ran didn’t move or release any aura. No manifestation, no essence rune—just that same smug smile.

Guo Ran’s calm appearance made Cui Bo hesitate. Guo Ran felt like a cunning fox; every move of his reeked of trickery. If Cui Bo attacked recklessly, he would stumble into a trap.

As a result, Cui Bo immediately slowed down, ready for any sudden turn of events. When he was around thirty meters from Guo Ran, Guo Ran slowly raised a fist and raised a finger toward the sky, sneering.

“Fool, you don’t even know that your death is at hand...”

Cui Bo’s heart trembled. Reflexively, he almost looked up to see what it was, but he stopped himself. No doubt Guo Ran was trying to con him again.

In that moment of hesitation, a ray of golden light shot down, tearing through his domain.

Cui Bo roared, twisting aside at the last instant. The beam narrowly missed his heart but punched through his shoulder, leaving a smoking hole.

Guo Ran grinned and wagged his finger. “My face-slapping technique might still need some work, but my Jade Tree Wind Misty Unrivaled Golden Yang Finger isn’t bad, eh? Have you borne witness to the might of Guo Ran?”

He was still holding his forefinger aloft, shaking it in a taunting rhythm that could drive even saints mad.

“Golden Yang Finger my ass! That was a hidden arrow! Do you think I’m blind, you shameless rat-bastard?!” Cui Bo roared furiously, feeling like he was going crazy.

In two exchanges, he hadn’t even brushed Guo Ran’s clothes, yet he’d been struck in both face and shoulder. If Guo Ran had overpowered him through sheer strength, he could accept it. But this endless trickery? It made him want to slap himself in the face.

Cui Bo’s spear trembled violently. Ear-piercing shrieks erupted from the holes along its shaft, echoing like a devil’s wail. The heavens darkened as endless law runes converged at the spear’s tip.

“Devil Music Piercer!”

Cui Bo’s spear thrust forward like an unstoppable bolt. In response, Guo Ran raised his hand and pointed upward once again.

Cui Bo roared, “You think I’ll fall for that again?! You’re—!”

BOOM!

Just then, a golden talisman slowly spun above his head. Multiple runes ignited on top of it, releasing blinding divine light.

“What?!”

This time, he didn’t need to look. His domain already sensed the existence of that talisman.

But how? How had it slipped past his senses within his own domain?

Then it struck him. Guo Ran’s earlier gesture—raising his finger—hadn’t just been to fire that arrow. It had been a distraction, giving Xia Chen the perfect moment to plant this talisman unseen.

Cui Bo had already scanned that area before Guo Ran raised his finger. But after the clash, his attention was dispersed, creating a blind spot in his senses.

And now, as Cui Bo charged forward, this golden talisman lit up. He had no time to react.

BOOM!

The explosion was like the birth of the sun, devouring everything.

Amid the blinding light, Guo Ran’s arrogant and spank-worthy voice rang out once more.

“Jade Tree Wind Misty Unrivaled Golden Yang Finger!”