Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5718 Flawless Cooperation

“Hahaha, what a fool! Now even the Emperor Blood Crystal is mine,” Zuo Yan laughed in delight as he gripped Evilmoon.

All the surrounding experts were stunned. Previously, Hou Tianwu’s father had revealed a green Divine Emperor Crown, demonstrating his terrifying power.

That green crown was at the fourth level of the Divine Emperor ranks. But Zuo Yan’s was at the highest level, the violet crown.

The moment his violet crown appeared, even the distant experts felt their souls freeze, as though they had been encased in ice. They lost all ability to move.

“In front of a violet-crown Divine Emperor, all other lifeforms are ants!” one expert muttered in awe.

The sheer pressure from Zuo Yan’s Divine Emperor Crown was suffocating. With a single thought, he could extinguish their souls. It was absolute terror.

Just as Zuo Yan reveled in his victory, a six-sided star diagram suddenly appeared in Long Chen’s pupil, locking onto the arm that held Yue Zifeng.

“Purgatory Eyes!” shouted Long Chen.

A terrible premonition gripped Zuo Yan.

Before he could react, the six-sided star twisted space, and an immense force ripped his arm clean off.

As his arm was obliterated, his domain wavered. Long Chen immediately broke free, retreating a few steps. At that moment, a coffin shot forward.

The coffin swung open, and a frenzied man tumbled out—Netherdragon Tianfeng.

Just as he was released, the coffin pulled Yue Zifeng inside and snapped shut.

Consumed by madness, Netherdragon Tianfeng didn’t even care who it was in front of him. He automatically thrust his spear forward.

Seeing this, Zuo Yan swung his sword and tore the space asunder. Netherdragon Tianfeng simply exploded into dust, along with his divine weapon.

Just as Zuo Yan finished off Netherdragon Tianfeng, an ancient vine’s shadow flickered across Long Chen’s left hand. Simultaneously, black lightning crackled around his palm.

BOOM!

Long Chen’s palm slammed into Zuo Yan’s back.

Zuo Yan’s divine light shattered instantly. A handprint was seared onto his back, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Long Chen couldn’t help being shocked by this. Even after using the ancient vine’s power and extracting Lei Linger’s full strength, I only barely pierced his defenses?

It was clear—a violet-crown Divine Emperor wasn’t something Long Chen could deal with.

As Zuo Yan staggered from the blow, Mo Nian waved his hand, and the coffin shot toward the Dragonblood Legion.

“Limitless Ruling!”

“Waning Moon Heaven Shaking Slash!”

Mo Nian and Long Chen’s cooperation was flawless, and so was their previous act. Yet, despite their precise coordination, their odds of victory remained low. They had to grasp the upper hand right now.

“Die!” shouted Zuo Yan.

Zuo Yan was caught off guard. His left arm was gone, and he was forced to wield his sword with his right hand. As he was left-handed, this felt awkward and unnatural. Worse yet, Long Chen’s palm strike had infused a terrifying destructive force into his body. Even with his violet crown’s power, he couldn’t fully suppress it.

“Fuck off!” 

BOOM!

A streak of Sword Qi tore through the void.

Long Chen and Mo Nian spat out blood as they were blasted backward.

“You little ingrates, I’ll tear you to pieces!” roared Zuo Yan.

Zuo Yan’s fury erupted. He was one of the Seven Sons of the High Heaven Sword God, a legendary figure from the primal chaos era. Now, some brats had actually snatched a hostage from him?

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Zuo Yan swung his sword once again, sending a violet streak of light slicing through the sky. 

This time, he infused his full violet crown power into the strike, forgetting even about the Emperor Blood Crystal.

But just as the attack was about to reach Long Chen and Mo Nian—

A single hand reached out and snapped it in half.

CRACK!

Zuo Yan’s full-power attack shattered like fragile glass, and violet embers drifted to the ground.

A stunned silence fell over the battlefield.

Zuo Yan’s energy surged chaotically inside him, while shock and fury contorted his face. He hadn’t expected the existence of another peak expert here.

As he scanned the surroundings, a cold voice rang out:

“The great seventh son of the High Heaven Sword God—reduced to using a hostage to threaten mere Heaven Saints? You’ve really fallen. How laughable.”

It was Feng Xinyue.

“Who are you?!” Zuo Yan barked, his gaze locking onto her.

At first glance, Feng Xinyue seemed like an ordinary Divine Emperor, devoid of any primal chaos qi. To Zuo Yan, she was nothing more than a product of this era—a mere ant.

However, the power she had just displayed contained primal chaos energy in its purest form. And her control over it surpassed Zuo Yan’s.

Under normal circumstances, he would have attacked without hesitation.

But right now—his arm was gone. Moreover, Long Chen’s black lightning was wreaking havoc in his body, reducing his strength immensely. Against this mysterious expert, he wasn’t sure if he should risk it.

“Who I am isn’t important,” Feng Xinyue said indifferently. “What matters is that you are unworthy to challenge me.”

With a twisted expression, Zuo Yan barked, “Then I’ll kill that brat first!”

He raised his remaining hand, igniting countless runes. But a second later—his expression changed.

To his surprise, there was no reaction from inside Mo Nian’s coffin.

“How could it block even the Heavenly Daos?” muttered Zuo Yan, his expression turning exceedingly ugly.

“Fool, this is the priceless treasure of Mo Nian! Someone alive can’t die inside! Your little tricks are useless,” sneered Mo Nian.

To add insult to injury, Long Chen mocked, “You despicable trash. You’ve disgraced all sword cultivators. How did your damn father even dare to call himself the High Heaven Sword God? His entire lineage is full of shameless brutes.”

Zuo Yan trembled with rage. Flames almost burst from his eyes.

He jabbed a finger at Long Chen and snarled, “You little bastard, count yourself lucky today! Just you wait! You’ve made enemies of the High Heaven lineage—you’ll die without a grave!”

“Wait? I don’t wait for a bastard like you.” 

Long Chen suddenly closed both eyes. When he opened one, a six-sided star diagram flickered within.

At that moment, countless people gasped in shock—a dark figure had appeared behind Zuo Yan.

Zuo Yan’s instincts screamed at him.

But before he could react—

SHLICK!

Six blade-like limbs pierced through his ribs from both sides, and the sinister form of the Six Horn Fiend Fly[1] emerged before everyone’s eyes.