The Wrath of the Nine Stars - A Battle Without Return

Translated by Basingh

Long Chen struck without warning.

The distance between them was only a few hundred feet, and Bing Yi, brimming with confidence, never expected resistance. After all, with so many powerful allies on her side, how could Long Chen and his group dare to defy her?

But the sudden attack came without the force of his Emperor Flame, slipping past her danger senses entirely.

SMACK!

Before she could react, Long Chen’s palm landed fiercely on her face. A deafening crack echoed through the battlefield as Bing Yi was sent flying.

Even with her formidable strength, she was momentarily dazed. By the time she stabilized herself, a clear, burning-red handprint had already formed on her cheek.

The raw power of a Nine Star descendant was terrifying. Had it been Xiao Li in her place, this unexpected slap might have shattered his skull outright.

Bing Yi, however, was a woman. Her physical body was inherently weaker than a man's. Despite the immense force, Long Chen's slap left only a mark—no broken bones, no blood.

“You’re courting death!”

A warrior wielding a massive meteor hammer was the first to react. His body erupted with starry radiance as he swung the weapon, aiming to crush Long Chen.

The sheer weight of the hammer shattered the void, leaving a path of destruction in its wake.

BOOM!

But just before the strike could land, a black halberd intercepted it.

Cang Lu, shrouded in dark energy, had arrived.

At the very moment Cang Lu blocked the hammer, Long Chen's hand had already silently reached the enemy warrior’s chest.

Then—

A burst of violet divine light tore through the sky.

SPLURT!

Blood sprayed. A gaping hole, the size of a bowl, appeared in the warrior’s chest.

On his back, the wound was even larger—spanning the width of a basin. His ribs had been shattered to dust, yet within the wreckage, his star-infused spine remained intact.

“ARRRGH!”

The warrior let out a furious roar, tumbling backward, rolling across the battlefield.

Long Chen’s voice then exploded like a thunderclap, shaking the heavens themselves. His words were filled with a killing intent so intense that even the universe trembled.

“Hear me, warriors of the Primordial Demon Race!

The Nine Star lineage before us is not the Nine Star lineage of the Star Lord’s era!

They have broken the ancient contract—so we shall show no mercy!

Today, not a single one of them will leave here alive!”

“You wretched ants! Nine Star warriors, heed my command—slaughter them all! Tear their bodies to shreds, rip out their souls, and refine them into soul lamps! Let them suffer for all eternity!”

Bing Yi’s once-beautiful face was now twisted with rage. As she roared, her eyes gleamed with starlight, and behind her, eight colossal stars emerged, unleashing a destructive pressure that rippled across the battlefield.

“KILL!”

Long Chen’s battle cry rang through the air.

Yue Xiaoqian bit her lip, eyes filled with resolve. She had made her decision—there was no turning back.

This was a battle of survival.

It was either them or us.

BOOM!

The battlefield erupted as starlight clashed violently with violet Emperor Flames. Long Chen and Bing Yi exchanged a devastating blow, sending shockwaves through the sky.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The sheer force of the battle caused two massive statues to tremble, fine cracks forming along their surfaces.

Then—

BANG!

Both statues shattered at once, releasing a cloud of dust into the air.

But along with the dust, something else vanished into the wind—

The ancient oath that once held them together.

“Slaughter these outsiders! These Primordial Demons have never been our kin! They are not of our race—they cannot be trusted!”

A Nine Star expert bellowed, his body radiating star energy as he charged into battle.

Though their numbers were small, each one was a master among masters. Apart from the one who had fought Fei Shuang earlier, all had merged with their Emperor Flames and stepped into the Realm of Unity.

BOOM!

One such expert lunged forward—only for Cang Lu, his body wreathed in dark energy, to appear in his path.

With a single sweep of his halberd, the warrior was sent flying.

After killing Xiao Li, Cang Lu had also begun merging with his Emperor Flame. Though newly ascended, his dark powers had surged to terrifying new heights.

“It’s just a puppet! Nothing to fear! More of us, together—kill him!”

More than ten Nine Star experts rushed toward Cang Lu.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Yet Cang Lu stood his ground, single-handedly fending off the siege.

“SQUAAAWK!”

At that moment, an eerie cry pierced the battlefield.

A shadow loomed overhead.

A colossal black divine bird appeared, blotting out the sky.

Its presence unleashed a curse-filled blood mist, spreading rapidly through the Nine Star warriors' ranks.

Immediately, their bodies stiffened. A sinister force seeped into their flesh and souls.

“Beware! That’s a Chaos Beast—The Cursed Blood Raven! Do not let the curse infect your divine soul! Kill it first!”

A Nine Star warrior roared.

RUMBLE!

A meteor hammer shot through the air, hurtling toward the Cursed Blood Raven.

The attacker was none other than the powerhouse Long Chen had struck earlier.

Despite the gaping wound in his chest, he had suppressed his injuries and retaliated with monstrous force.

Long Chen had chosen him as his first target for a reason—his sheer lethality.

Yet even a near-fatal blow had failed to kill him outright.

The Cursed Blood Raven had exhausted much of its power defending Mooncloud Mountain. It had only just begun recovering inside Yue Xiaoqian’s soul space, where her ancestor’s blessing had helped it heal.

But even now, it had only regained about eighty percent of its strength.

Casting such a large-scale curse drained it further, leaving it completely immobile.

Yue Xiaoqian’s eyes flashed with urgency.

The Cursed Blood Raven was the key to this battle. If they lost it, the Primordial Demons had no hope of victory.

Just as Yue Xiaoqian prepared to act—

BOOM!

A surge of lightning erupted in the void.

A delicate figure emerged, wreathed in crackling electric arcs.

It was a young girl.

Her tiny hands reached out, grabbing the meteor hammer mid-flight.

With a sharp crack, the attack was repelled, the hammer flung backward.

The girl simply floated there, barely pushed back at all.

“She’s at the Realm of Unity?!”

The warriors gasped in shock.

Then, as they observed her closer, realization dawned—

She wasn’t human. She was a spirit.

“You dare disappoint and anger Brother Long Chen?”

Her childlike voice was icy cold, filled with killing intent.

“You deserve to die.”

Lightning flickered at her fingertips.

She drew a sword of pure thunder—

Then, with a single stroke, the sky split apart.

Final Thought:
With the ancient oath shattered, an all-out war has begun. But with powerful enemies and relentless warriors on both sides, only one side will emerge victorious.

And Long Chen… is done showing mercy.