Nine Star Hegemon Body Art chapter 5685

Chapter 5685: Captivating the Masses

The time that Purple-eyed Nine-Tailed Fox and Bai Xiaole had spent together was not short. Their souls were connected, and it had never seen Bai Xiaole in such a state before. Evidently, Bai Xiaole's anger had reached its limit.

Previously, it was often the one threatening Bai Xiaole, saying it would break the contract, and each time Bai Xiaole would persuade it earnestly, ultimately causing it to relent.

Now, Bai Xiaole had taken the initiative to propose breaking the contract, determination evident on his face. The little fox was somewhat taken aback. 

Many times, it had used intimidation as a bluff against Bai Xiaole. It had never seriously considered leaving him. However, Bai Xiaole's words this time left its mind blank.

In that moment, it realized Bai Xiaole's patience had been pushed to the limit. If it dared to act recklessly, Bai Xiaole would definitely terminate the contract.

The little fox fell silent, casting a somewhat resentful glance at Hou Tianwu, and then slowly closed its eyes.

Seeing the little fox subdued, Bai Xiaole couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He was very fond of the little fox, his closest companion, someone he would sacrifice his life to protect.

However, the change in the little fox's behavior after gaining more power made him uncomfortable. But a little discomfort was no big deal. After all, they were partners, and mutual tolerance and understanding were necessary.

However, if the little fox's capriciousness led to flaws or mistakes in their plan, resulting in unimaginable consequences, Bai Xiaole would never forgive the little fox, nor himself.

Therefore, what he said just now wasn't merely a bluff to scare the little fox. If the little fox truly acted in that way, he would use the power of the Heavenly Eye to seal it away along with himself.

This would leave the Dragon Blood Legion with a shortage of two top-level combatants. However, Long Chen had previously stated that once he began to subdue the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scales, they must do whatever it took to buy time and wait for his return.

Now, everyone's attention was focused on the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scales. It was the perfect time for delay. If the little fox were to take action now, it would bring the great battle ahead of schedule. The consequences would be unbearable for anyone. This was why Bai Xiaole had no choice but to utter such ruthless words.

Heartless words are like hurtful knives. Although the little fox had been intimidated by him, it must have felt very uncomfortable inside. However, Bai Xiaole couldn't worry about that now.

"Boom..."

As Long Chen was sucked into the Dragon Scale space, the purplish sun-like Dragon Scale began to tremble incessantly. Violent killing intent and a sense of destruction continuously emanated from the Dragon Scale space.

Even Hou Tianwu, a powerhouse of his level, couldn't help but shiver from the impact of that killing intent and will.

"Damn it, what the hell did this bastard do to incur the wrath of the heavens? He's even provoked the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale, specifically naming it and wanting to kill it."

Hou Tianwu glared at the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale, gnashing his teeth. Regardless of who gets sucked into the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale space, death is certain.

Their initial goal when they came here was to consume the power of the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale through the collective efforts of the people. In essence, they wanted to use a sea of people to wear down its divine power until it weakened to a certain extent, giving them a chance to obtain it.

Therefore, major forces fought for territory, leading to rivers of blood, as the aura of the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale continuously fluctuated and its divine power was released without end.

They had thought that the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale needed to sacrifice its own origin power to resist the erosion of blood energy. Little did they know, the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale wasn't the Sacred Reversal Scale; it contained the terrifying heart demon of the Chaotic Dragon Emperor within.

Now, with the fierce aura of the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale, they believed it had sensed danger and had been thoroughly enraged. Sucking Long Chen into the Reversal Scale space served as a warning to them as well.

If the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale were to pick them off one by one, their previous plan would be completely in vain.

The experts here, no matter who they were, weren't confident they could defeat the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale in a one-on-one situation. Once sucked in, there would be little chance of survival.

"It's not bad that Long Chen got sucked in. It's like throwing a stone to find a path. Let's see the true strength of the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale," said Xiang Tu.

Even though things hadn't gone according to his plan, Long Chen's death inside wouldn't necessarily be a good or bad thing for him. Previously, he had been worried that Long Chen would die at the hands of Hou Tianwu, causing Hou Tianwu's reputation to soar.

The Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale had always been a mystery. If Long Chen's death could unravel that mystery for them, it could be an enormous advantage.

"Will Long Chen be alright, big brother Long Chen!" Seeing Long Chen being sucked into the Dragon Scale space, Xiao Yue couldn't help but express her concern.

Tang Wanner smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, he expected all of this, just not this soon."

"Buzz..."

The Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale trembled in different places, capturing everyone's attention. They all stared at it, silently feeling its changes.

On the left side facing the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale, two women were fixedly gazing at it. These two were Feng Fei and Jiang Yue'e.

"This guy is always so unpredictable. What should we do?" Feng Fei couldn't help but force a bitter smile, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety.

When they heard Long Chen arguing with the others earlier, they had thought that if they went to reunite with Long Chen, they could still share some of the pressure with him if necessary.

During the competition for the Nine Li Divine Stele runes, Long Chen had obtained all the runes. Just as he was about to be expelled from the space, he broke through the barrier and entered the space of the Wild Dragon, giving a slap to the Wild Dragon. He also peeled off some of the runes from the stele using the Seven-Colored Supreme Blood and gave them to Long Tianrui, Feng Fei, and Jiang Yue'e respectively.

Thanks to Long Chen's help, their speed of comprehension had increased significantly. They comprehended more of the original Nine Li Divine Patterns, thus condensing their ancestral veins more quickly.

Being a step ahead on the path of cultivation was crucial. It could leave countless people far behind. Furthermore, they already possessed the purest Nine Li bloodline. With the blessings of these runes, their strength multiplied almost exponentially, and the world-shattering power made even themselves feel surreal.

However, they had always kept this favor in mind. Feng Fei was an old friend of Long Chen, and Jiang Yue'e was also someone who repaid both enmity and kindness.

She disliked owing favors and always wanted to find a chance to repay them. But just as they were about to go and reunite with Long Chen, he was sucked into the Dragon Scale space.

At that moment, the hearts of these two women sank to the depths. No one outside the Dragon Scale space could enter. Not to mention a restricted area, even taking one step over the boundary would result in instant annihilation.

In the face of such terrifying power, all beings were as insignificant as ants. Wanting to help him was a wish without the ability to act.

Not far from them, Long Tianrui also gazed at the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale with a similar look of concern.

While everyone's attention was fixed on the Emperor's Dao Reversal Scale, Long Chen had already entered a massive altar.

The altar was billions of miles in circumference, with eight purple dragon pillars soaring into the sky. On top of these pillars, countless chains connected to the center of the altar, binding a figure in place.

As Long Chen arrived, the bound figure slowly raised its head. A pair of purple pupils, sharp as blades, pierced through Long Chen:

"Xiuyang, are you sending your disciple to his death?"