Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5484 Slaying a Dragon Emperor

Amidst the chaos, Guo Ran had silently appeared behind the bone dragon patriarch, fully clad in his golden battle armor and wielding golden battle sabers.

While he was completely decked in golden armor, its flashy golden light was no longer so pure. There were now countless black runes swirling on top of the battle armor, making it appear rather ominous. When Guo Ran’s saber struck the patriarch’s neck, the blade’s edge shimmered with a menacing black light that effortlessly cleaved through the Dragon Emperor’s body. fгeewebnovёl.com

As the patriarch’s head flew into the air, a streak of Sword Qi pierced it mid-flight—Bai Shishi had joined the fray. Her sharp metallic energy was unstoppable, and this attack contained her full heart and spirit, instantly piercing her enemy’s head and extinguishing its Yuan Spirit.

Guo Ran kicked the head, sending it tumbling toward Mo Yang and the others.

Borrowing the shockwaves from slaying a Dragon Emperor, Guo Ran shouted, his metallic voice resounding throughout the battlefield. “Brothers of the Dragonblood Legion, kill them all! The blood of these traitors will wash away the disgrace of the dragon race!”

Without missing a beat, Guo Ran turned and clashed with a half-step Dragon Emperor, causing an explosive sound. The half-step Dragon Emperor’s dragon spear exploded, and he spat out blood.

“Kill!”

The Dragonblood warriors roared, their Sword Qi raining down on the higher-ups of the resonant dragon race and bone dragon race. The strongest experts of these two races were slaughtered and forced to fall further and further back in front of the Dragonblood Legion.

The Dragonblood warriors could finally display their overwhelming power, shocking everyone. They specifically picked out the strongest higher-ups and slew them with their sharpest killing moves. Their wild killing intent gave people chills.

“Brothers of the Dragon Domain, we are the true protagonists of the Dragon Domain!” Mo Yang roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

His fighting spirit was ignited as he watched the Dragonblood Legion tear through the ranks of the resonant dragon and bone dragon races. They had already slain a Dragon Emperor, and now their dominance was unmatched. How could the dragon race stand for this?

They were supposed to be the rulers of their domain, the prideful inheritors of its legacy. Since when did they require the help of the human race to settle their internal disputes? What of the dragon race’s honor, its dignity?

Mo Yang’s unspoken frustration was shared by many. As heavenly geniuses of the dragon race, watching the Dragonblood Legion take the lead in purging their traitors felt like a slap in their faces.

“Kill them all!”

The heavenly geniuses of the Dragon Domain responded with bloodlust blazing in their eyes. The idea of humans outshining them in their own territory was ridiculous.

Though they respected the Dragonblood Legion’s strength, the pride of the dragon race burned too fiercely for them to yield the spotlight. If the Dragonblood Legion claimed a total victory on dragon soil, what right would the dragon race have to call themselves peak existences?

“Fuck, I’ll kill every last one of you!” snarled a furious dragon expert, his face twisted with rage.

Like madmen, the heavenly geniuses of the Dragon Domain charged forward, their attacks fueled by fierce determination. To them, the traitors before them might as well have been the ones responsible for their parents’ deaths. Now, their only goal was to kill—kill as many traitors as possible, more than the Dragonblood Legion.

They would show the world who the true protagonists of the Dragon Domain were. Even if it cost them their lives, they would not let the dragon race lose face.

“Netherdragon Tianfeng, hand over your life!” Mo Yang bellowed as he lunged at Netherdragon Tianfeng, his dragon spear gleaming with destructive energy.

Chi Wufeng and others were hot on his heels.

“Back off! His life belongs to me!” Chi Wufeng roared, his eyes blazing.

“Does he have your name stamped on him? His life belongs to whoever takes it!” retorted a fierce female expert of the dragon race, her voice dripping with disdain.

On this battlefield, the strongest enemy was Ying Bufei, but he had been tied down by the patriarchs. No one else had a chance to interfere in their battle.

Next would be the patriarch of the bone dragon race, a true Dragon Emperor. However, his attempt to ambush Long Chen had ended disastrously. Yue Zifeng’s blade left him grievously wounded, and the Dragonblood Legion swiftly finished him off.

If the Dragon Domain’s experts wanted to gain back their face, they had to eliminate Netherdragon Tianfeng and the higher-ups of the Netherdragon race.

“Ants dare to act arrogant before me?” roared Netherdragon Tianfeng, his voice thunderous with fury.

Yue Zifeng’s attack had shocked him, and being surrounded only worsened his humiliation. Brandishing his black dragon spear, he lunged forward in a blazing counterattack.

BOOM!

At the forefront, Mo Yang met his charge head-on, their dragon spears clashing in a burst of power. The collision ripped apart the laws of the battlefield, forcing both combatants to stagger backward.

“Damn you!” Netherdragon Tianfeng snarled, his face darkening as he failed to overpower Mo Yang. Realizing his precarious position, he roared, “Reopen the Netherworld gates, now!”

Only then did he fully comprehend the dire consequences of the closed gates. Without the Netherworld’s qi to sustain them, his strength was severely diminished, and the odds were shifting against him.

“Your Majesty, the process has begun! It will take another incense stick’s worth of time!” a half-step Dragon Emperor of the Netherdragon race reported anxiously.

“Protect His Majesty!” another elder bellowed, rallying their forces.

Even with the gates sealed, the Netherdragon race still held a numerical advantage. In theory, they should have been able to crush the opposition. Yet, the Dragon Domain’s warriors fought like men possessed. Their morale surged to new heights, turning the battlefield into a chaotic bloodbath.

Just as Netherdragon Tianfeng’s anxiety started to show, Mo Yang, Chi Wufeng, and the others closed in on him, launching an unrelenting assault to kill him quickly.

However, the Netherdragon race’s half-step Dragon Emperors immediately interfered. There was no way for them to kill Netherdragon Tianfeng like this.

Dragon roars filled the skies, their echoes resonating with pain and fury. Blood of the proud dragon race splattered across the Dragon Domain, dyeing the land crimson.

Ten Thousand Dragon Nests crashed into each other in a suicidal fashion, their colossal fragments raining down, carving enormous holes into the earth. The battlefield had become a living hell.

“Shouldn’t we join the fight?” asked Mo Ying, her gaze fixed on the carnage. The slaughter was unbearable to watch as countless Dragon Domain warriors fell with each passing moment.

In the heart of the battlefield, Long Chen, Yue Zifeng, and the seven race leaders stood motionless. Mo Ying’s impatience turned to confusion when Long Chen calmly shook his head.

“Not yet,” Long Chen said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Wait for my orders. Don’t act recklessly like those patriarchs. If my brother hadn’t sealed the gate in time, the Netherdragon race would have crushed us with the Netherworld’s laws backing their army. Our casualties would have been catastrophic.”

Hearing that, Mo Ying and the others couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed. Long Chen had told them to wait, but their disbelief had nearly cost them everything. The patriarchs’ impulsive charge had been a costly mistake.

Now, they finally understood that Long Chen had the situation fully under control. Their only responsibility was to follow his command, no matter how dire the battlefield seemed.

The carnage raged on, flesh and blood scattering like the leaves of a storm-tossed forest. In just a moment, rivers of blood flowed through the Dragon Domain, pooling around mountains of corpses. Yet, amid the devastation, Long Chen’s expression remained strangely calm.

He was aware of a sinister presence—a pair of hidden eyes that observed him from the shadows. Their owner hungered for his life just as much as he desired theirs.

For now, it was a game of patience and endurance, a battle of wills. Only one could outlast the other.