Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5394 Killing Ying Tianhua

Their fists clashed repeatedly, each strike resonating with the power of dragon blood, shaking the world with their destructive power.

Going all-out, Ying Tianhua unleashed surges of qi that ignited flames in the sky. He was using his blood ignition art, burning his own essence blood to amplify his strength and unleash his full manifestation.

The ground splintered and collapsed as their battle raged, with waves of death rippling in every direction. The Hidden Dragon Legion had no choice but to retreat, moving further and further back to avoid the deadly clash.

Only now did the Hidden Dragon warriors fully grasp Long Chen’s strength. Their so-called divine sons and daughters seemed insignificant in comparison.

“Return my dragon spear!” Ying Tianhua roared, unleashing a torrent of divine abilities at Long Chen.

Against Ying Tianhua’s furious barrage, Long Chen felt immense pressure. Although he possessed the Dragon Sovereign’s essence blood, it was limited in quantity and power.

On the other hand, Ying Tianhua was a true dragon and could burn his essence blood to release even greater power. In terms of dragon blood power alone, Long Chen was at a disadvantage. Luckily, his combat experience—especially in close-range battles—far exceeded Ying Tianhua’s.

Taking advantage of a brief distraction, Long Chen landed a punch on Ying Tianhua\'s nose, sending blood spurting and causing him to see stars. Furious, Ying Tianhua howled in pain.

Finally, Long Chen got to test out the limits of his dragon blood power. Comparatively, his dragon blood power was like a steel wire, while Ying Tianhua’s was like a hemp rope.

If both were of the same thickness, the steel wire would be countless times stronger. But if the hemp rope was as thick as a mountain, while the steel wire was as thin as a hair, then the steel would lose out.

Long Chen, however, was testing his dragon blood intentionally, relying solely on his fists and two techniques: the Cloud Dragon Immolation Claw and Divine Dragon Tail Pendulum. Though simple, these two techniques could transform endlessly in his hands, enabling him to keep Ying Tianhua suppressed.

Ying Tianhua felt certain he was stronger than Long Chen, yet he was unable to defeat him. His frustration burned as he gritted his teeth.

He knew he couldn\'t maintain this state for long. Once he burned his dragon blood to a certain point, he would have to stop, or his core would be too badly damaged. It might even limit his growth and damage his foundation.

What infuriated Ying Tianhua the most was that Long Chen no longer bothered to clash against him head-on. Being unable to beat Ying Tianhua with just his dragon blood power, Long Chen decided to use the stalling approach.

Once Ying Tianhua stopped burning his essence blood, Long Chen would unleash a storm of attacks. At that moment, Ying Tianhua would have no chance of victory.

“If you’re a man, fight me directly!” roared Ying Tianhua.

Pow!

His reply was a slap in the face.

“You’re a dog. Don’t talk like a man!” scolded Long Chen.

“AHHH!” Ying Tianhua roared in fury, blood leaking from his mouth as he bit his lip in rage.

His anger could no longer be described with simple words. Desperate, he continued to attack Long Chen crazily, but Long Chen refused to clash with him head-on. Long Chen dodged half of the attacks, blocked some, and countered just enough to keep Ying Tianhua off balance. Every single one of Long Chen’s attacks was precise and perfectly timed, breaking Ying Tianhua’s rhythm.

Although Ying Tianhua was powerful, he simply couldn’t compare to Long Chen in terms of combat experience. The tempo of this battle was entirely under Long Chen’s control.

“Ying Tianhua, you fool! Attack those women, and he’ll have no choice but to confront you directly,” called out a devil expert.

Long Chen glanced over and saw a group of devil experts. They had gone around the barrier to pursue him and his companion, but they had circled back and arrived.

“Scram! You’re the fool! You’re a fucking idiot!” Ying Tianhua roared in response, but in the next instant, he launched himself toward the Hidden Dragon Legion. Despite cursing at the devil expert, his actions showed that he acknowledged the suggestion—it was indeed a way to force Long Chen into a direct fight.

As Ying Tianhua charged toward the Hidden Dragon Legion, Long Chen took a single step, starlight swirling beneath his feet, and instantly appeared right behind the dog-like dragon expert.

“What?!” Both Ying Tianhua and the devil expert were stunned; Long Chen’s step was eerily swift, as if he had teleported.

Ying Tianhua had braced himself for Long Chen’s attack, planning to counter it and use the resulting force to propel himself toward the Hidden Dragon Legion. But to his horror, Long Chen’s movement seemed to defy the bounds of spacetime, and he simply appeared behind him.

Ying Tianhua spun around, throwing a desperate punch. But it was too late—Long Chen’s hand was already pressed against the back of his head.

In a cold tone, Long Chen said, “I wasn’t planning on using this move to kill you. Frankly, I felt it was giving you too much credit.”

“Sovereign Blood Seal—God Slaying Cross!” Long Chen shouted, and a blood-colored cross appeared on his palm.

With a powerful slam, Long Chen’s hand struck Ying Tianhua’s back. Ying Tianhua’s protective divine light shattered instantly, his dragon scales as fragile as paper before this force. Blood exploded, and his entire torso—from shoulders to waist—was blown into a red mist.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the resonant dragon experts who accompanied Ying Tianhua. They all turned pale, their eyes full of disbelief.

The Hidden Dragon warriors were also dumbfounded. They had witnessed the terrifying power of Ying Tianhua firsthand and saw Long Chen struggle against his dragon blood power.

As a result, they had been thinking of killing their enemies quickly and reinforcing Long Chen. Yet, when Long Chen decided to end it, he did so instantly.

“Go in peace. In your next life, don’t be a traitor,” Long Chen said, pointing his finger.

The Sovereign Blood Seal’s will was tearing through Ying Tianhua’s body, immobilizing him. Hence, he could only watch as Long Chen’s finger stabbed into his head, and then everything became dark.

Ying Tianhua’s death stunned countless people, and silence hung over the battlefield—until slow clapping broke it.

After that, Ye Linfeng’s voice cut through the silence.

“Good, you have some ability. I’m happy to have such a powerful opponent.”