Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5533: Evilmoon’s Might

Chapter 5533: Evilmoon’s Might

Feng Tingwen was an extraordinarily famous heavenly genius of the head pavilion, an unrivaled existence in his era. When he stepped forward, the head academy’s experts erupted in excitement, looking forward to seeing him kill Long Chen and restore the head pavilion’s pride.

Pointing his spear at Long Chen, he declared, “Let’s not waste words. Come out and fight. Let me see if you have the power to back up your mouth.”

“Big brother Long Chen, let me deal with him,” Xiao Yue interjected, stepping forward with a fiery resolve gleaming in her eyes.

Xiao Yue had always been a prodigy, possessing exceptional comprehension skills and unyielding perseverance. Her strength had grown exponentially after the Wind Domain Battlefield’s final battle, bolstered by the legacies she had obtained there.

Yue Zifeng’s pointers had refined her skills even further. After merging Yue Zifeng’s Sword Dao with her own power, she now yearned to test herself.

“I’m not going to fight a girl. Long Chen, if you don’t dare to fight, we can drop this altogether,” Feng Tingwen scoffed dismissively, sparing Xiao Yue a brief glance before turning back to Long Chen.

In his mind, Yue Zifeng was the most dangerous opponent, followed by Long Chen. He chose Long Chen because could tell that Long Chen was a power-type fighter, and that just happened to be his specialty as well.

Xiao Yue’s eyes turned cold, but before she could respond, Long Chen raised a hand, stopping her.

Turning his gaze to Feng Tingwen and the pavilion master, Long Chen coldly declared, “To be frank, I’m tired of these pointless challenges. I have no interest in authority, and wasting time on such things only delays what truly matters. Perhaps the rest of you find this entertaining while waiting for the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm to open, but for us, every moment is precious. Your petty squabbles are costing us dearly. If you insist on this, I won’t hold back. Are you sure you want to continue?”

Long Chen disliked this kind of thing very much. Feng Fei’s arrival had heightened the pressure he felt. His true target was Long Zaiye, not these distractions. However, he understood that some battles couldn’t be avoided. If he showed them mercy, these incessant challenges would only multiply, further squandering his time while his enemies grew stronger. In the end, he would be the one dying.

Feng Tingwen snorted. “What are you talking about? Trying to scare me?”

The pavilion master sneered, “What nonsense. In the cultivation world, the strong are respected. If you want others to listen to you, you need to show your power. Don’t think too highly of yourselves. If you’re unwilling to listen to the head pavilion’s arrangements, prove your worth in battle!”

Long Chen’s expression darkened. How could someone as pig-headed as this man have become the pavilion master?

“Cut the nonsense and fight already!” Feng Tingwen roared impatiently.

“That’s right, if you have the guts, come out and fight!”

“If not, then kneel and die in atonement.”

The head pavilion’s experts jeered, their impatience boiling over. Meanwhile, the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples gathered outside the plaza.

This area had been allocated exclusively to the head pavilion’s people, and the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion were strictly ordered to avoid it. Even casting a glance in their direction was considered an offense.

However, upon hearing that Long Chen had come, they all ran over, not caring whether the other side would be unhappy. Their hearts burned with righteous indignation upon witnessing Long Chen being insulted, yet none dared to voice their anger.

Long Chen’s gaze shifted from the sneering pavilion master to Feng Tingwen, then swept over the crowd of jeering spectators. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward with determination.

The moment Long Chen moved, the clamor died instantly. All eyes locked onto him, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

Meanwhile, Feng Tingwen roared and summoned his manifestation. A mysterious totem materialized within his Blood Qi and transformed into a colossal mammoth. The earth seemed to tremble as his explosive Blood Qi merged with wind energy, unleashing an aura as fierce as a volcanic eruption.

A crimson ripple radiated outward, forcing everyone in the plaza to retreat.

“Die!”

Feng Tingwen bellowed, lunging forward with destructive force. The ground shattered beneath his feet as he shot toward Long Chen like a lightning bolt, his spear aimed to pierce through.

In a flash, a streak of black light cleaved through the air. A giant black saber appeared in Long Chen’s hand.

BOOM!

Before anyone could process the scene, Feng Tingwen’s spear shattered into fragments under the force of the black saber. The impact blew his arms apart, sending a cascade of blood into the air as he was flung back like a broken doll.

“What?!”

The experts from the head pavilion froze in shock, including the pavilion master.

Feng Tingwen’s spear was no ordinary weapon. Forged in the primal chaos era, it was crafted from rare materials designed to harmonize with his bloodline power and wind energy. This divine weapon was his pride, a symbol of his immense power.

However, Long Chen’s saber had just blown it apart. Most terrifying of all, Long Chen hadn’t even summoned his manifestation or unleashed his full strength. It was as if the blow was nothing more than a casual flick of his wrist.

Long Chen advanced, instantly closing the distance to the wounded Feng Tingwen. Evilmoon streaked through the air once more, this time glowing with dots of white light. It was like a sinister devil blade slashing down on him.

“Formless Wind, Heaven Earth Shield!” Feng Tingwen shouted in terror.

With his remaining hand, he shoved his shield forward, channeling his manifestation into it.

BOOM!

The shield exploded, along with Feng Tingwen. They were blown to smithereens by Evilmoon.

“Hahaha, I’m finally able to show my power, hahaha!” Evilmoon’s laughter rang out, filled with arrogance and delight.

Long Chen was taken aback. In those two strikes, he had used almost none of his own power, relying entirely on Evilmoon. When did it grow so powerful?

“To be this vicious at such a young age, leaving you alive will only bring disaster!”

The pavilion master’s roar shattered the momentary silence. His manifestation emerged, summoning a golden bell that descended upon Long Chen.

A chill ran down Long Chen’s spine. This was a Divine Emperor weapon, and the pavilion master clearly intended to kill him.

Long Chen snorted, preparing to summon the Eight Star Battle Armor when the bell’s immense pressure suddenly vanished.

A delicate hand touched the bell. Its light faded, cracks spreading across its surface.

BOOM!

The Divine Emperor weapon shattered, its fragments scattering like stars. The crowd froze in stunned silence as a grand figure appeared amidst the sparkling divine light.

It was Feng Xinyue.