The Bloodline of Betrayal
"Tell me... do you think this was destined to happen?" Kun Ding murmured.
For once, Dragonbone Evilmoon had no answer. Could fate truly be this uncanny?
That man… was the Lord of Nine Stars.
That woman… was the first Supreme Demon Emperor of the Primordial Demon Clan—Missy Harvey.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions rocked the outside world. The warriors of the Nine Star lineage had finally caught up, their frenzied attacks bombarding the barrier.
Unlike Dragonbone Evilmoon, their power was far from sharp enough to shatter the barrier in one strike. Instead, they chipped away at it, inch by inch, closing the gap.
Inside, Long Chen remained in deep recovery, while the Primordial Demon Clan's warriors focused on absorbing the remaining divine blessings.
Time was slipping away. A deadly race had begun.
But the ones outside… they were monsters. Their strength was terrifying. Barely half an hour had passed, yet their oppressive auras were already seeping through the cracks.
"Once they break through, Kun Ding, you guard Long Chen. I'll deal with them," Dragonbone Evilmoon declared.
"No need to rush," Kun Ding replied calmly. "It’s better to let them deliver the verdict themselves."
Dragonbone Evilmoon glanced at the two towering statues, falling silent. He neither agreed nor disagreed.
Two hours crawled by.
The relentless barrage intensified. Roars of celestial energy surged. Then—CRACK!
Through the weakening barrier, silhouettes wrapped in starlight became visible.
"Hmph. They have patience. Instead of recklessly exhausting themselves, they preserved their peak condition." Dragonbone Evilmoon sneered. "That’s fine. It buys Long Chen and the others more time."
BOOM!
Finally, the barrier shattered. A group of Nine Star warriors descended like heavenly executioners, their bodies bathed in a celestial radiance.
At the same moment, Dragonbone Evilmoon dispelled the remnants of the barrier—just as Long Chen and his allies stirred from their trance.
What followed… was utter shock.
Neither the Nine Star warriors nor the Primordial Demon Clan had expected such a sight.
A towering pair of statues stood before them—one depicting the Lord of Nine Stars, the other, the Supreme Demon Emperor.
"These statues… They were hastily sculpted by our ancestors before their fall. The Lord of Nine Stars and the Supreme Demon Emperor… They are our eternal faith." Yue Xiaoqian’s voice trembled with emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Long Chen’s gaze swept over the approaching warriors, then back to the statues.
The Lord of Nine Stars was gone.
The Supreme Demon Emperor was gone.
Yet today, their successors stood in bloody opposition. The Nine Star lineage had become the relentless hunters of the Primordial Demon Clan.
If the Lord of Nine Stars and the Supreme Demon Emperor were watching from the heavens… what would they feel?
"Long Chen! You traitorous scum of the Nine Star lineage—it really is you!"
A cold voice shattered the silence. Bing Yi led the charge into the ruins. Her eyes flickered from the statues to Long Chen, narrowing in chilling fury.
"Ao Gu has already revealed your crimes. You slaughtered our brethren! And today, in the presence of the Star Lord’s divine image, we shall cleanse our ranks! Prepare to die!"
Her words sent shockwaves through the Primordial Demon Clan.
Long Chen… had already slain Nine Star warriors before?
A chuckle escaped Long Chen’s lips.
"Traitor?" he mused. "How laughable."
His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "You abandoned the Shadow Bat Clan. You betrayed them. You coveted the Heavenly Bat Empress’s Dao Fruit and cared nothing for her life.
You are the real traitors.
You broke your oaths.
You turned against those who once swore loyalty to you.
You persecuted the Shadow Bat Clan.
You hunt the Primordial Demon Clan.
If one does not kneel, they must die—is that it?
You claim to be Nine Star inheritors… well, so am I. So let the Star Lord witness this. Let’s see who the real heir is—who the real traitor is."
Long Chen’s words were like knives, each syllable laced with unyielding fury. The killing intent in the air thickened—his rage teetering at the edge of explosion.
But something was off.
This anger… it wasn’t just his own. Some unseen force amplified it, fanning the flames of his killing intent, pushing it toward an abyss of carnage.
"Hah! What do you know?" A burly warrior strode forward, his voice like rolling thunder. "You’re just a lowly wanderer of the Nine Heavens, a wretched mongrel doomed to practice inferior techniques.
We, on the other hand, are the true inheritors of the Nine Star lineage. We serve the exalted Son of the Star Lord. We cultivate the purest techniques. We carry the noblest bloodline.
You? You are nothing but beggars.
Without us, you would have been slaughtered by the Brahma lineage long ago. So if you know what’s good for you, hand over the Kun Ding. Maybe then, we’ll let you atone for your sins."
The warrior was a giant among men, towering above the others. Heavy chains wrapped around his arms, and on his back, he carried a massive meteor hammer—its three-foot-wide sphere brimming with terrifying weight.
He was pure muscle, radiating raw physical dominance.
Not quite as overwhelming as Xiao Li, but undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with.
Yet his words… only ignited Long Chen’s wrath further.
Long Chen sneered. "So that’s it, huh? The Kun Ding.
That’s all this has ever been about.
You slaughtered the Shadow Bat Clan for the Dao Fruit.
You hounded the Primordial Demon Clan for something else.
Come on, tell me. What exactly do you want from them?"
He reined in his fury, desperate to unearth the truth.
Did Yue Xiaoqian and her people hold some hidden treasure? Was that why these vultures wouldn’t let them go?
The burly warrior opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Bing Yi raised her hand, silencing him.
She sneered. "If you weren’t blind, you would see those statues. The Primordial Demon Clan were never more than our slaves.
They were invaders.
We, the Nine Star lineage, showed them mercy, sparing them from their crimes. In return, they were meant to serve us—forever.
Their blood is tainted. Their only purpose is to toil for us, to sacrifice themselves for us.
It is their honor to serve our cause."
Her words were cold, piercing like a blade.
The Primordial Demon Clan warriors paled in horror. Yue Xiaoqian’s lips trembled, her tears threatening to fall.
Until now, she had clung to a fragile hope.
Perhaps this was all a misunderstanding.
But Bing Yi’s words… shattered that hope to dust.
A woman like her—so high in rank, so powerful—spoke without hesitation.
This was the truth of the Nine Star lineage.
And that truth was unforgivable.
"GO TO HELL!"
Long Chen exploded.
Before Bing Yi could utter another word—
SMACK!
A resounding slap sent her flying through the air.
Final Thought:
The weight of history, the burden of betrayal, the chains of arrogance—all shattered in a single strike. The battle was no longer just for survival.
It was for justice.
For vengeance.
For the truth.
And Long Chen was ready to unleash hell.
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