Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6320 Killed With a Finger

Petals drifted gently around Long Chen as he stood calmly, gazing at his opponent.

“Other than bragging, does the High Heaven line have any real ability at all?” he asked coldly.

Yes, this man was strong, and his Sword Qi was indeed overbearing. But compared to Yue Zifeng, he was nothing.

Sword cultivators were said to possess the keenest perception in all the heavens. They were the bane of assassins—so sharp that no one dared attempt an ambush against them.

Yet, this fellow, despite wielding 995 Sovereign flames, hadn’t even noticed Di Mengyao, who was on the verge of breaking through to 997 flames. Nor had he sensed Long Chen’s presence.

That alone proved his so-called perception was sluggish at best. He was no peerless sword cultivator—merely second-rate.

“Long Chen!”

The instant Long Chen revealed himself, the man recognized him. His expression twisted with rage.

“You wretch! You’ve provoked my High Heaven line again and again! You even killed our experts in the Heaven Essence World! Today, you will definitely die!” he roared, clutching half his face, still swollen and bloody from Long Chen’s slap.

His sword trembled. Sovereign flames condensed within it, and divine light flared as a tide of Sword Qi slashed toward Long Chen.

It was a strike fueled by his full power.

But Long Chen didn’t move. He neither dodged nor blocked. Instead, starlight flowed across his body, weaving into the Starry Sky Battle Robe.

Before the stunned gazes of the crowd, the Sword Qi bolstered by divine energy struck Long Chen head-on.

BOOM!

The attack detonated against his robes, scattering harmlessly. Long Chen stood as unmoving as a mountain, completely uninjured.

“The High Heaven line’s Sword Qi... is far weaker than your boasts,” Long Chen said lightly, brushing the starry robe as if dusting off dirt.

His tone dripped with contempt, calm yet scathing. But inside, he sighed in amazement. The seventh gate of the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art wasn’t even fully opened, yet the Starry Sky Battle Robe’s defense had already reached a terrifying new height.

And this wasn’t even the upgraded robe sealed in his astral space. That one was so powerful that Long Chen still didn’t dare to wear it.

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion rang out.

Xue Tu’s figure came crashing down, his aura collapsing as he hit the ground hard.

“No... Impossible! That wasn’t even three breaths—at best, half of that!” Qing Yi shouted, her expression changing drastically. Something was very wrong.

At that moment, senior apprentice-brother Fan’s cold, domineering voice rang through the battlefield.

“You dared to blaspheme the great High Heaven line. Taste my sword!”

The moment Xue Tu’s aura fell, he could no longer withstand any further attacks. At the same time, senior apprentice-brother Fan clearly saw the truth—Xue Tu’s terrifying might came from a secret art.

Such secret arts always carried a price. The greater the surge of power, the heavier the backlash. Some who used them ended up crippled—or even dead.

Thus, he didn’t even bother to kill Xue Tu now. Seeing that his junior was in trouble, he charged over.

“High Heaven Slash!”

His left hand formed a sword seal while his right hand slashed out. Essence, qi, and spirit fused into a single devastating strike.

Whether in terms of Sovereign flame power or Sword Dao comprehension, senior apprentice-brother Fan was on an entirely different level than his junior. His sword was like lightning splitting heaven and earth, instantly appearing before Long Chen.

Behind Long Chen, astral gates opened in succession. When the seventh gate appeared, it only opened halfway, yet even that made the world change color.

As the Starry Sky Battle Robe ignited, Long Chen slowly raised a single hand, extending one finger. Starlight roared to his fingertip, converging into a dazzling brilliance.

BOOM!

That finger met the heaven-sundering sword.

For an instant, time itself seemed to halt. The enormous sword froze in midair. Then—

Crumble!

The Sword Qi shattered into dust, its unmatched sharpness crushed to nothingness. One finger had shattered the heavens, making the ten thousand Daos tremble as if bowing in submission.

Senior apprentice-brother Fan coughed blood. His body stiffened, frozen in place like a lifeless statue. His eyes locked on Long Chen in disbelief.

The sword cultivator before him stood stunned as well. How could someone as powerful as his senior apprentice-brother Fan... be defeated by just a finger?

“This bastard is too powerful! Senior apprentice-brother, let us retreat for now!” shouted that fellow.

However, his senior apprentice-brother just stood there motionlessly.

Seeing this, that fellow was alarmed. Was his senior apprentice-brother injured? He hastily rushed over and grabbed his shoulder.

Crack!

With a soft touch, his senior apprentice-brother’s body disintegrated.

“What?!”

He staggered back in horror. This guy didn’t realize it, but the moment his senior apprentice-brother’s Sword Qi was crushed, his fate had already been sealed.

That strike had carried his entire essence, spirit, and Sword Dao will. When his sword shattered, so too did his will. This battle was not just strength versus strength—it was a clash of wills.

Regrettably, he had challenged the wrong person. Against Long Chen’s iron-blooded will, his was as fragile as an eggshell against stone.

If he hadn’t chosen such an attack, he could have survived. But by challenging Long Chen in his strongest domain, he signed his own death.

“Senior apprentice-brother Fan!”

His fellow disciple screamed in horror. The man who was supposed to be invincible... was gone just like that. He refused to believe it.

Just as his mind was in chaos, Xue Tu charged over and unleashed a stab of his spear. To his surprise, his casual attack pierced through that person’s body.

“AH!”

The immense pain snapped him from his daze. His sword erupted with divine light, slashing toward Xue Tu.

Xue Tu was already weakened from exiting the Divine Dragon Blood Blaze state. Though he had landed his strike, he had failed to kill his opponent. Worse, this counterattack now left him defenseless—he could not withstand it.

Just as the sword was about to cut him down, a streak of starlight shot past.

Pch!

The blade never landed. A beam pierced through the man’s skull, killing him instantly.

Xue Tu exhaled shakily, his body drenched in sweat. The suffocating killing intent and spatial pressure vanished. He had narrowly escaped death.

With this final expert slain, every member of the High Heaven line lay dead.

“These people were clearly hiding something,” Long Chen said coldly. “They refused to let anyone see what they were doing. Most likely, they were up to something shady. Let’s go find out.”

They advanced deeper into the region the High Heaven experts had been guarding.

Suddenly, hair-raising Sword Qi surged out, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Long Chen’s eyes narrowed in surprise.

“It’s a sword formation.”