Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6129 The Divine Sprouts Amongst Sovereign Sprouts

The sound wave tore through the air like a crescent moon fang, its sharpness and speed leaving countless onlookers stunned.

“The Zither Sect’s divine abilities are truly terrifying,” muttered one of the experts.

BOOM!

Just as that sonic blade reached Long Chen, it came to an abrupt stop.

An astral hand had caught it.

“What?!”

Gasps rang out. A divine attack that even a third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord wouldn’t dare to ignore was caught with one hand?!

Wei Wuqing’s expression changed. That strike had been imbued with divine energy. It was a signature move of the Zither Sect, one capable of killing Sovereign Lords unprepared for it.

However, Long Chen had caught it with one hand casually.

“A bunch of arrogant brats. Sanctimonious hypocrites. Animals who treat lives like trash…” muttered Long Chen, his voice dripped with disdain.

Back then, his impression of the Zither Sect had been neutral—perhaps even favorable, mostly thanks to Zi Yan. But the more he learned, the more disgusted he felt. Other than Liao Yuhuang, there seemed to be no one of integrity within their ranks.

Through the Earth Cauldron, he had learned the truth of the Heavenly Devil Zither—and that the Zither Sect had issued a bounty on Zi Yan. And now here they were again, slaughtering the original devil race.

Had he arrived a moment later… the result would have been unthinkable.

Long Chen’s heart turned cold.

“You can all die!”

His eyes turned vertical, and a torrent of astral light burst from his fingertips.

BOOM!

The sonic blade shattered in a shower of divine radiance, and Long Chen vanished into that brilliance.

“Shit!”

Wei Wuqing’s zither quivered. His zither trembled as his manifestation twisted, releasing a protective halo of divine light to encase him.

The instant he lost sight of Long Chen, a deep sense of dread struck him. He didn’t hesitate and directly summoned a seamless defense.

But it was too late.

CRACK!

An astral fist punched through the barrier just as it formed, shattering it like glass.

In response, Wei Wuqing’s zither surged over to protect its master, and the fist struck it.

Wei Wuqing was astonished. Even after going through his shield, the astral fist was still so terrifying. His Blood Qi was flipping inside of him, and he almost spat out blood.

“You damn ant… Looks like I’ll have to get serious. Fine, you can die happy in a bit!” roared Wei Wuqing.

Clumps of flames suddenly appeared around his body. His Sovereign might rose rapidly.

Ripples of heat and pressure scoured the air, sweeping across the battlefield.

“A divine sprout…! One of the legends among Sovereign sprouts has appeared!”

“Divine sprout? What’s that?”

“It’s a rare cultivator, usually about one in ten thousand Sovereign sprouts. They possess perfectly balanced Spirit Root, Spirit Blood, and Spirit Bone. The Spirit Root is the seed, the Blood the fertilizer, and the Bone the soil. These cultivators can split and nurture multiple Sovereign flames at once, and each flame adds to their power. But cultivating a divine sprout is extremely difficult. Other than natural talent and aptitude, it requires a huge amount of resources to reach that level. Otherwise, there’s no way to walk that path.”

“One, two, three… heavens, he has eighteen Sovereign flames!”

Gasps filled the air.

To possess eighteen Sovereign flames required the resources to raise a thousand ordinary Sovereign sprouts. Wei Wuqing was clearly one of the Zither Sect’s core prodigies.

BOOM!

The eighteen Sovereign flames spun into a ring around Wei Wuqing, fusing into a massive vortex. His Sovereign qi climbed rapidly, reaching a level almost on par with a second Heavenstage Sovereign Lord.

“Long Chen, take pride in being slain by me at my strongest,” said Wei Wuqing.

Wei Wuqing stood with his zither held upright, arrogance pouring from him like a divine king descending.

However, Long Chen remained silent, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

“In this state, I could even go toe to toe against a third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord! Compared to me, you’re just an ant!” exclaimed Wei Wuqing.

Wei Wuqing wasn’t rushing anymore. He wanted to savor the moment, to watch Long Chen’s expression twist in fear and despair.

However, Long Chen’s expression remained flat. Only his eyes grew colder and sharp.

…

“Patriarchs, please kill your enemies quickly and help Long Chen! His enemy is too strong!”

The woman holding Yue Xiaoqian silently prayed. After all, Wei Wuqing’s power was simply too immense, and only the patriarch-level experts could match him.

This woman’s hands trembled in fear, and suddenly, Yue Xiaoqian awoke.

Her face had regained some color. Though still weak, the backlash of overdrafting her energy had started to fade.

“Sacred daughter, you’re awake!” cried out that woman with relief.

Yue Xiaoqian immediately looked for Long Chen. When she saw Wei Wuqing in her peak state, her pupils shrank. She had never seen such a terrifying Human Emperor before.

“Long Chen…” Yue Xiaoqian muttered, her heart instantly sank.

Long Chen turned back and met her eyes.

“Xiaoqian,” he said softly. “A blood debt must be repaid in blood. You’ve suffered enough. Let me take that burden from you.”

“Long Chen…”

Yue Xiaoqian bit her lip. All her sorrow rushed to the surface.

From the moment she entered the immortal world, she had been hunted. She had watched helplessly as her people fell, their future growing darker with each passing day.

However, she was the sacred daughter of the original devil race—their last hope. She couldn’t afford to collapse. She had no choice but to endure, to act strong, to keep smiling even as despair gnawed at her soul. No matter how powerless she felt, she had to carry the weight of everyone’s hope.

Yet, at this moment, Long Chen’s words pierced straight into the softest, most fragile part of her heart.

Tears rolled silently down her cheeks.

In this vast world, the only one who truly understood her… was Long Chen.

“Ignorant fool, die!”

Seeing Long Chen dare to turn his back on him and speak with such arrogance, Wei Wuqing exploded in rage. His Sovereign flames surged, and with a roar, he slammed his hand down on his zither.

A massive energy arrow started to form on the strings. But before it could even fire, Long Chen was already in front of Wei Wuqing.

A large hand wrapped around Wei Wuqing’s wrist like an iron shackle.

“I only gave you time to talk… because I was waiting for Xiaoqian to wake up,” Long Chen muttered, his voice calm, cold, and absolute.

“Now… you can die.”

With that, astral light burst from him like a detonation, and he yanked.

Blood rained from the sky.

Wei Wuqing’s entire arm was torn from his body.