Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

A loud crack echoed as Long Chen smashed the disciple’s head apart. Within Long Chen’s mind, both Evilmoon and the Earth Cauldron exclaimed, “Aiya!”

The two of them couldn’t bear to watch it. Long Chen was absolutely evil.

Outside the martial stage, the Golden Crow race’s experts were furious, stamping their feet and hurling curses at Long Chen. On the other hand, Bai Yingxue and the others exchanged glances, bemused by the scene.

They knew exactly how powerful Long Chen was; the scene of him slaughtering the Netherdragon race‘s army was etched in their minds. In truth, for him to face these disciples was almost akin to bullying.

Moreover, despite being able to crush his opponents, Long Chen chose to play them to death. Seeing how enraged the Golden Crow experts were, the white dragon race’s experts suddenly empathized with them.

Long Chen and a headless corpse were once more transported out of the martial stage.

“Tch, the Golden Crow race is only at this level,” repeated Long Chen.

Long Chen’s taunt made them explode, and they surged forward furiously, causing the white dragon race to assume their defensive formation.

“Calm down, calm down! Blades have no eyes on the martial stage. Life and death are up to the heavens!” shouted the elder from Pill Valley when he saw that the situation was almost out of control.

The vice race leader of the Golden Crow race hastily took back control of things, ordering the higher-ups to suppress the disciples.

“I’ll deal with you!” one Heavenly Chosen of the Golden Crow race shouted. He flew toward the martial stage, but Long Chen shook his head.

“I’m not going to fight you. I can’t beat you,” said Long Chen.

“You…”

That disciple almost spat out blood. His ranking amongst the Golden Crow race’s Heavenly Chosens was barely within the top hundred, but Long Chen actually didn’t dare to fight him.

“Coward! Useless trash! You’ve lost the face of the white dragon race!” roared that disciple.

“If you want to fight me, fine. Cut off an arm and leg, and I’ll fight you,” said Long Chen.

“Based on what?!” demanded that disciple.

“I’ve fought two frighteningly close life-and-death battles. I’m exhausted. Aren’t you trying to take advantage of me? It’ll only be fair if you cut off an arm and leg,” replied Long Chen.

“You call that frighteningly close?! Life-and-death battles?! Are you trying to make me laugh to death?!” That disciple almost spat out blood again.

“Shut up. If you want to fight, then cut off your arm and leg. If not, scram. I’ll leave right now. I’ve won two fights, and I don’t want to lose today,” said Long Chen. He waved the Golden Crow Coiling Dragon Staff and started walking back toward the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, throwing the Golden Crow race’s side into a panic.

“Hey, I’ll fight you!” Another Heavenly Chosen of the Golden Crow race with a long mustache stepped forward. His aura was a bit weaker than the previous fellow, but he was rather sinister, intentionally suppressing his aura.

Long Chen eyed him and shook his head. “You’re too ugly.”

“You…!” That person almost spat out blood as well. What kind of reason was that?

“I’ll fight you!” shouted another Heavenly Chosen of the Golden Crow race, emerging from a distance. Long Chen noted that this newcomer hadn’t been present at the start, suggesting that the Golden Crow race hadn’t gathered all their Heavenly Chosens. Some were likely in seclusion within the Glacial Heaven Domain.

It explained why all the Heavenly Chosens Long Chen had faced were only at this level. There were no peak experts among them, which seemed odd for such a formidable race. As Long Chen watched this new challenger rush forward, he understood the reason for their absence.

“You came from so far just to send yourself to your death? I’d feel a bit bad killing you!” said Long Chen.

Without another word, that person charged into the barrier. He then summoned his manifestation and pointed his weapon at Long Chen.

“Hurry up and face your death!” shouted this Heavenly Chosen.

“Since you’re in such a rush to reincarnate, fine,” sighed Long Chen. He helplessly shook his head and walked into the martial stage.

Long Chen stamped the “Golden Crow Coiling Dragon Staff” on the ground once he was on the martial stage.

BOOM!

With a thunderous boom, a Fusang Tree diagram lit up the martial stage, causing the eyes of the Golden Crow race’s disciples to nearly pop out of their sockets. They realized that such a massive divine diagram could only be formed by a Fusang Tree that had grown for ten million years.

In truth, this divine diagram represented a terrifying magical art, but Long Chen didn’t seem to know how to use it. He only summoned the diagram but didn’t use it to attack.

After all, the Golden Crow race possessed a formidable summoning art. By merging their Golden Crow blood with the tree-heart, they could summon ancient heroic spirits to fight alongside them.

The stronger the tree-heart, the stronger those heroic spirits would be. Witnessing Long Chen summon such a significant divine diagram left the disciples in shock, and even the vice race leader’s eyes turned red with envy.

Even the vice race leader's tree-heart could only summon a divine diagram less than a tenth the size of Long Chen’s. Seeing this, the vice race leader had to restrain himself from directly attacking and seizing Long Chen’s staff.

As the divine diagram quickly faded, Long Chen feigned looking behind the disciple again and shouted, “Watch out behind you!”

That Heavenly Chosen sneered, “Your tricks are useless—”

BANG!

Gasps filled the air as another Long Chen appeared silently behind the disciple, smashing his head with the staff and obliterating it in an instant.

The disciple’s headless corpse collapsed, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Two identical Long Chens stood on the martial stage. Moments later, one of them dissipated into flame runes, vanishing into thin air. Only then did the crowd realize it had been a clone.

Inside the primal chaos space, Huo Linger held an identical staff and laughed excitedly. “Haha, another one!”

Huo Linger had obtained another Fusang tree-heart. In any case, as long as she gave the tree a Golden Crow totem, it would quickly recover.

Huo Linger had impersonated Long Chen, smashing her target to death before transforming into flame runes. Their cooperation was seamless, tricking everyone, including the experts from Brahma Pill Valley.

“The Golden Crow race is only at this level. Maybe we should stop here. I feel bad for bullying you since you don’t have any decent fighters,” Long Chen sighed, turning to walk back to the dragon nest.

“Hold it! My Golden Crow race has plenty of real men unafraid of death! If you have guts, keep fighting! If you don’t dare, you aren’t worthy of your father’s surname!” cursed an expert from the Golden Crow race.

That particular curse darkened Long Chen’s expression. Fine, if they want to die so badly, I’ll give them what they wish for.

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