Nine Star Hegemon Body Art - Chapter 5804

Millions of seven-colored divine swords rained down, instantly engulfing the devil race’s army. Early-stage Devil Emperors were cut down like melons, their bodies shredded into bloody sieves.

The swords formed a raging current, weaving through the devil race’s army with terrifying precision. There was no singular direction to defend against; the swords came from all sides—front, back, left, right, even above and below.

Devils beneath the mid-stage Devil Emperor realm barely had time to scream before they were annihilated.

Even the mid-stage Devil Emperors didn’t fare much better. Amidst the chaos, dozens of them were struck in the head and killed instantly.

After just three waves of the swords, the number of mid-stage Devil Emperors plummeted from nearly four hundred to less than eighty. But those who remained were the strongest among them—the weaklings had already perished.

Most pitiful of all were those weaker than mid-stage Devil Emperors. They had mistakenly believed the slaughter was over after Long Chen’s Wind Edge Tempest and regrouped to launch another assault.

But instead, they were met with the overwhelming might of God Slaying Cross. Though they weren’t the primary target, the shockwaves were enough to decimate them, clearing the battlefield once more.

After the God Slaying Cross, the weaklings thought it was finally their chance for revenge. They circled Long Chen once more, only for them to fall victim to the Seven Peak Sword Rain.

After three devastating attacks, the enormous devil race army had been mostly wiped out. Those surrounding Long Chen had been the strongest devils, but most of them were done for. All on his own, Long Chen had tilted the balance of the battlefield.

“I told all of you that you were nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well, yet you refused to believe it,” Long Chen said coldly. “You wield so much power, but your techniques are completely crude. Your energy doesn’t flow smoothly, and your movements are stiff, as if your body is a pile of rusted iron. Even under the threat of death, your divine sense is limited to a few meters around you. In the outside world, even a random wild beast at your level could kill you with ease.”

Whether it was the devil race or the violet blood race, with the exception of Luo Yanfeng’s group—whom Long Chen had personally trained—everyone else on the battlefield was nothing more than an amateur.

True warriors were forged through battle, and the violet blood race would never let their disciples kill each other to temper themselves. After all, they had to pass down their most outstanding bloodline. Instead, they used war with the devil race to awaken their bloodlines, weeding out the weak and leaving only the most exceptional members of their race.

The devil race, on the other hand, had the advantage of rapid reproduction. The lower-tier devils bred like mice, producing wave after wave of new warriors. But even with their sheer numbers, they couldn’t ensure the survival of their most talented disciples. Most of them were ganged up on by the weaker devils.

At the end of the day, true battlefield experience was crucial and deadly. Without genuine danger, there was no real growth.

Hence, despite their numerical advantage, the devil race’s combat effectiveness was limited. After all, no matter how weak this generation of violet blood disciples was, they still carried one of the strongest bloodlines of the human race.

For Long Chen, participating in this battle was like beating up children. Although these “children” were not young, in terms of power, there was a huge gap between them. It was blatant bullying—but oh, bullying them felt good.

Killing these devils across cultivation realms was as easy as drinking or eating.

In the outside world, a group of early-stage Devil Emperors with violet crowns was enough to force Long Chen to flee. But here, these so-called experts were nothing more than prey.

The storm of divine swords continued to ravage the battlefield, but the surviving mid-stage Devil Emperors quickly adapted. They grouped together, standing back-to-back in a tight formation. This way, each devil only needed to guard against attacks from the front and didn’t need to worry about their backs.

“Human brat, this technique of yours is useless against us! Let’s see how long your bloodline power can last!” roared one of them.

Long Chen’s flying swords continued to rage, but now that the devils were in a formation, the swords couldn’t threaten them. The weak had already been culled, and though these devils lacked battlefield experience, they were still the strongest mid-stage Devil Emperors on this battlefield.

Long Chen suddenly chuckled. “Old fool, why are you so worked up? Has Yu Mo’s agreement with you been honored?”

His voice was no longer his own—it was Ying Wudao’s.

The elder leading the devils and Yu Mo herself were both shocked.

“You…!”

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Long Chen smirked. “Speaking of which, I should really thank you for granting me access to the altar.”

Yu Mo was terrified to hear this. After all, it was all because she had given Ying Wudao her life tablet that such an incident occurred.

After their meeting, the elder in charge of the altar went to find Yu Mo, forcing her to fulfill her side of the bargain. Of course, Yu Mo had no idea what he was talking about. The two almost came to blows over it.

The elder thought that Yu Mo was reneging on their deal, so he directly declared that he would make Yu Mo regret it. As for Yu Mo, she was completely baffled, thinking that the elder had gone insane.

Now that Long Chen had brought it up, they realized the misunderstanding was all caused by him. But neither of them wanted to expose the matter further, so they fell silent, pretending ignorance.

The elder in charge of the altar was sweating. He had personally allowed Long Chen to enter the altar. What had he done inside?!

“Maintain formation and charge! We’ll kill this bastard!” he shouted.

All the devil experts charged at Long Chen, maintaining their spherical formation. This strategy rendered Long Chen’s seven-colored swords ineffective—so long as they stuck together, they wouldn’t be picked off one by one. As far as they were concerned, Long Chen’s defeat was inevitable.

All of a sudden, Long Chen recalled his swords. In the brief moment of battle, his seven-colored Supreme Blood had been drained by over seventy percent. The rate of consumption was staggering.

“Die!”

Seeing this, the devils remained in formation and charged at him with renewed ferocity.

But Long Chen simply extended his hand, exuding neither energy nor aura.

Then he shouted:

“Evilmoon!”

The entire world trembled, and a thunderous explosion erupted in the distance. All of a sudden, the devil experts’ faces twisted in horror—the sound had come from their own hive!

Then, a streak of black lightning flew over, directly piercing their spherical formation. Several of them were directly blown apart.

A massive, pitch-black saber descended from the heavens, radiating an aura of boundless evil.

Dragonbone Evilmoon had returned.