Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6050 Scorching Flame Taotie

A scarlet tongue flicked out as the giant maw filled with sharp teeth opened. A black vortex materialized and instantly swallowed the Sovereign sprout of the dragon race along with the surrounding lightning.

The Sovereign sprout shouted in fear. He tried to escape, but before that enormous mouth, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Mo Yang and the others were completely caught off guard. With hordes of lightning dragons blocking their path, there was no way they could save this Sovereign Sprout.

Just as they were forced to watch helplessly, a three-flower diagram suddenly manifested and enveloped the dragon expert just before he was devoured.

BOOM!

The mouth slammed shut but caught nothing. The dragon expert had been pulled back at the last instant by Bai Xiaole’s spatial power.

Saved from the brink of death, the young expert trembled uncontrollably. If Bai Xiaole hadn’t supported him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

“Scorching Flame Taotie!”

The elders of the Dragon Domain were shocked and enraged. The fiery runes shimmering on the fangs of that monstrous mouth were instantly recognizable—it was the signature of a legendary vicious beast from the primal chaos era: the Scorching Flame Taotie.

The Taoties were terrible and brutal—the devourers of all flesh and blood. They absorbed energy from whatever they consumed, growing stronger with every bite. Moreover, their physical bodies were terrifyingly durable. Even the dragon race couldn’t claim dominance over them. Only the most powerful dragon branches stood on equal footing as them.

To the Taotie, all ten thousand races were nothing more than livestock—and among them, the dragon race was a delicacy. Over the ages, bloody wars had erupted between them with neither side gaining the upper hand.

While the Taotie race lacked the numbers and diversity of the dragon race, every single one of their kind was immensely powerful. There were no weaklings among their ranks.

It was said that the Taoties were so savage that they would devour their own offspring if they didn’t meet expectations. They would reclaim the energy to create a stronger child.

And the Scorching Flame Taotie? They were the kings of their kind. Not only did they have the Taotie’s terrifying physicality, but they also wielded a fearsome flame energy. Their power far surpassed ordinary Taoties.

The gaping mouth vanished, and in its place appeared a man wreathed in crimson flames. Black wings flared behind him, and his body radiated overwhelming Blood Qi.

“The Dragonblood Legion really does have some quality meat,” the man sneered. “Good. It’ll make a fine example when we teach the inferior human race a lesson by killing all of you.”

His grin revealed rows of serrated, saw-like teeth. He looked just like a bloodthirsty beast.

Meanwhile, Mo Yang and the others were still struggling against the lightning dragons. With this new enemy’s arrival, the danger level spiked dramatically.

Just as they were weighing how to eliminate him quickly, Long Chen spoke calmly, “Focus on your tribulation. He can’t threaten you.”

“I cannot threaten them? Hahaha!”

The Scorching Flame Taotie laughed as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

“These so-called Sovereign sprouts? They’re nothing more than appetizers. Only Sovereign Lords are worthy of being a full meal for me. And you think I can’t threaten them?”

He sneered, his eyes gleaming with disdain.

“I’ve heard rumors that the human race produced an arrogant brat named Long Chen. Seems it was true. In the primal chaos era, humans were prey, lowly creatures not even worthy of being on our meal table. My Taotie race stood at the very top. And you? With your garbage flimsy bodies? You guys weren’t even qualified to be leftovers. Do you think you are qualified to act arrogant in front of me?”

His words made the killing intent of the Dragonblood warriors erupt like a tsunami.

But before Long Chen could reply, the man continued, “Back when you were slaughtering the weaklings of the ten thousand races, I almost came to kill you. But our Taotie race refused to be Lord Brahma’s pawns, so we left you be.

“However, I have to say, Lord Brahma’s people really are smart. They told us about your relationship to the dragon race. Since we’ve always had a history with them, this gave me the perfect excuse. Today, I’ll wipe all of you out and the entire Nine Peak Dragon Domain with you.”

After a brief pause, the man continued, “I think I’ll take a page out of your book. I’ll write a declaration of war to the dragon race using their own blood. Hehehe… what do you think?”

Gu Yang and the others bristled with rage. They were itching to rush over and rip this arrogant beast to pieces.

Long Chen, however, merely snorted. “As expected. The bigger the mouth, the more nonsense it spouts. Please, go on.”

Gu Yang and the others couldn’t help but laugh. The Taotie were notorious for their massive mouths, and Long Chen’s barb hit right on target—it was hilariously fitting.

That laughter wiped the smirk off the man’s face. His expression darkened.

“You’re laughing now, but let’s see if you’ll still be laughing when you’re dead!”

He suddenly shot toward the heavenly tribulation, unleashing a single claw. The lightning dragons in his way exploded like paper tigers.

Even the terrifying tribulation beasts were nothing before him. Mo Yang was shocked and immediately stepped in, thrusting his dragon spear at the foe.

BOOM!

The spear shattered on contact. The Taotie wielded a bone claw laced with ancient runes, and its aura was stronger than that of an average Sovereign weapon.

With a savage roar, the Taotie’s other claw shot forward, aimed straight at Mo Yang’s heart.

“Die!”

Mo Yang was coughing up blood and couldn’t dodge. The claw pierced straight through him, and cries of horror erupted from the whole Dragon Domain.

But the Taotie suddenly froze. Something felt… off.

In the next instant, Mo Yang’s figure emerged from the surrounding blood mist, behind the Taotie. Dragon runes flared as Mo Yang’s fist struck the Taotie’s back.

The Taotie stumbled forward as a result of this, while Mo Yang was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

Mo Yang had aimed for the most vulnerable spot—the back of the heart. For winged beings, this was a universal weak point, hard to defend and deadly if struck.

But the Taotie’s wings suddenly flared, releasing a counterforce that nearly tore Mo Yang apart.

This miscalculation left him wide open.

“Die!”

The Taotie bellowed and lunged again, claws aimed at Mo Yang’s exposed throat.

When the claws were less than an inch from Mo Yang’s throat, a hand covered in scales caught them.

A towering figure, as solid as an iron fortress, stepped between them. His bald head gleamed, devoid of a single hair.

“I suppose I’ll test for myself how impressive the divine abilities of the Taotie really are.”