Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6140 Hundred Flame Divine Sprout

“The violet blood race’s secret art? Hmph, I thought you were a nine star heir? Are you telling me you refuse to show your trump cards? You really are courting death,” mocked Fan Ji.

Fan Ji sneered, his silver spear glowing with radiant divine light. Two faint, coiling dragon shadows spiraled around its shaft as he stepped forward.

BOOM!

Dragon cries rang out as the silver spear pierced through the air. Powerful divine energy rumbled.

Long Chen’s face darkened.

“Idiot. Can’t you see what’s behind me? Do you really think I’m holding back on purpose? The sons of Brahma truly are all brain-dead.”

With Evilmoon in hand, Long Chen unleashed a surge of violet blood energy. Runes of the violet blood race lit up across the curved blade.

“Violet Moon Slash!”

This was mountain lord Shuangfeng’s strongest technique.

BOOM!

Silver light erupted like countless swords piercing through the heavens. The clash of spear and saber shook the air. Long Chen grunted, thrown back by the impact.

“Your violet blood is too weak. If this is all, just die already.”

Fan Ji sneered as he advanced, spear sweeping through the air. Every step he took cracked the void beneath him, divine arrogance radiating from his figure like a god descending to judge ants.

“Well, it’s not something I comprehended myself, so in the end, it’s not really mine. If the real user had used it, it wouldn’t have been so bad,” Long Chen muttered.

Long Chen shook his head. Although he had gained insight into all the violet blood race’s divine abilities in Sovereign Mountain, ultimately, he had not put in the actual work to comprehend them.

Perhaps he could use these divine abilities, but their actual power was definitely lacking compared to the real thing. After all, the martial path had to be taken one step at a time. There were not many shortcuts.

Behind him, the Sovereign Mountain quaked. Violet dragons started to emerge from it, spiraling around the mountain, its manifestation continuing to grow more vivid and solid.

Fan Ji arrived with a sudden sweep of his spear. The runes on the spear flared to life—each one overflowing with terrifying divine faith energy.

Within the runes, Long Chen saw flickers of divine statues. His heart sank.

So that’s it. This guy has his own divine legacy.

So, the Brahma line had permitted Fan Ji to establish his own religious order. In other words, every statue and follower could feed him divine faith energy.

Moreover, his spear was engraved with over ten thousand runes, which symbolized ten thousand of his statues.

All that faith energy belonged to him alone.

Long Chen said, “Fine. If I can’t match your quality, I’ll crush you with quantity.”

Long Chen shot backward, then swung Evilmoon three times. Three arcs of saber-light cut through the air.

In response, Fan Ji shattered all three with a single sweep of his spear, but the assault had halted his advance.

“An ant’s techniques and an ant’s power. Laughable. Fine, let me show you the Brahma line’s true power,” Fan Ji said coldly.

Behind him, a towering divine statue manifested. In the next breath, Sovereign flames ignited one after another, each one raising his divine pressure to another level.

One. Two. Five. Ten… Thirty. Fifty… One hundred and three.

Long Chen’s pupils contracted.

He remembered the warning from that Sovereign Lord of the Painting Sect: any divine sprout with over a hundred Sovereign flames could kill him with ease.

And now—one had appeared.

Even without considering his raw divine energy, Fan Ji’s Sovereign might alone was enough to suppress countless third Heavenstage Sovereign Lords.

“I won’t bully you,” Fan Ji said smugly. “I’ll only use my Sovereign flame power. If you can survive ten exchanges, I’ll spare your life.”

The hundred-plus Sovereign flames behind him merged into a golden flame ring. A world-crushing pressure descended.

“First move—High Wind Piercer!”

Fan Ji’s silver spear expanded into a colossal spear shadow, thrusting toward Long Chen with unimaginable force.

“This attack is already comparable to Sword Saint Yan Ling’s attack. Sons of Brahma really have some power… but that’s all,” Long Chen snorted, swinging Evilmoon diagonally at the spear.

A violet crescent moon fang flew out, carving a graceful arc before slamming into the spear.

BANG!

The moon fang shattered, while the spear only quivered slightly before continuing toward Long Chen.

However, Long Chen was already rushing forward. The spear brushed past his shoulder as he shot at Fan Ji.

“You have some skill. But in front of absolute power, this bit of skill is meaningless! The second move, Wild Lightning Wave!”

Fan Ji stamped his spear on the ground, and a ripple of lightning spread in every direction.

Whether he lacked close combat finesse or simply found Long Chen’s proximity insulting, it was clear he didn’t want Long Chen nearby.

Long Chen smiled derisively and slammed his left hand forward.

Seeing Long Chen dare to block his attack barehanded, Fan Ji looked at him contemptuously. This attack looked simple, but it was actually filled with hidden force. It could annihilate any third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord.

When Long Chen’s hand touched the lightning, his hand shuddered. The whole wave of lightning shuddered as well.

However, the explosion Fan Ji was anticipating never happened. His lightning wave suddenly contracted and transformed into a small sphere in Long Chen’s hand.

“What?!”

Fan Ji’s sneer froze in his face. He couldn’t comprehend how Long Chen could manipulate his energy to this extent?

“Take it back!”

Long Chen shouted, throwing the condensed lightning sphere back at Fan Ji.

The silver spear met it head-on—BOOM!—and the blast pushed Fan Ji back three steps.

In the next breath, Long Chen appeared like a shadow behind thunder, swinging Evilmoon down in a blinding arc.

However, Fan Ji didn’t panic. He spun his spear and parried with the butt-end.

BOOM!

Fan Ji sneered, “Insignificant!”

Unbeknownst to him, Long Chen’s slash was a feint. Long Chen’s left hand curved out—and slapped Fan Ji across the face.

PAH!

The blow echoed through the battlefield.

It was clean, direct, and carried a terrifying force. Fan Ji had been caught mid-smirk. Thus, he was blasted backward, tumbling through the sky.

“Nice!”

Long Chen roared with laughter.

There was nothing more satisfying than slapping these self-proclaimed high-and-mighty geniuses across the face. For someone as pompous as Fan Ji, the sting of humiliation was better than killing him outright.

“LONG CHEN!”

Fan Ji’s scream shook the heavens. His fury erupted.

The ten thousand Daos rumbled, his faith energy and Sovereign flame power surging to their peak. His roar echoed across the battlefield.