The Wrath of the Nine Stars

"What kind of power is this...?!"

The warriors of the Primordial Demon Clan were paralyzed with terror. An unimaginable force weighed down on them, rendering them immobile. They couldn't even lift their heads to look at Bing Yi.

The oppressive might crushed their bodies, shackled their souls, and made their very bones creak as if they were about to shatter.

They had witnessed Xiao Li's dominance before, but compared to this? Xiao Li’s power felt utterly insignificant—like a mere flicker of a candle in the face of an all-consuming storm.

This was despair.

Like a lone mortal staring into the endless cosmos—insignificant, powerless, and utterly doomed.

BOOM!

A surge of violet imperial flames erupted, forming a shield around the Primordial Demon warriors. The suffocating pressure lightened instantly, granting them enough strength to lift their heads.

What they saw was breathtaking.

Behind Bing Yi, a celestial map materialized—a vast constellation of eight stars, linked together by a blood-red pillar of light.

Her eyes, once filled with countless stars, now reflected only that ominous formation—the Eight-Star Diagram.

WHOOOOM!

Waves of energy pulsed outward from Bing Yi’s body, each ripple distorting reality itself. Space twisted and churned, sending violent shockwaves ten thousand miles in all directions.

Even Long Chen’s Heavenly Shield trembled violently. The legendary defensive force, known for countering and rebounding attacks, was rendered useless. The shield looked like it could shatter at any moment.

A chilling voice echoed from above.

"A so-called inheritor of the Nine Stars... yet you refuse to wield its true power. Is it because you've reached your limit? Because you've realized you can’t advance any further and have to rely on outside forces?"

Bing Yi floated in the void, clad in her resplendent Stellar Battle Armor, radiating divine authority. Her gaze bore down on Long Chen, her voice sharp and mocking.

Long Chen said nothing. His narrowed eyes fixed on Bing Yi, his expression unreadable.

Behind her, the warriors of the Nine Star lineage stood in silent awe. Even among them, none had ever witnessed Bing Yi in this state before. Their eyes burned with reverence and unshakable fanaticism.

She was unstoppable.

Those ripples of power weren’t just random bursts of energy—they were the very fabric of laws bending and collapsing under her presence.

"This is Bing Yi-sama’s law power?! It’s… beyond comprehension!" one Nine Star warrior gasped.

"Bing Yi-sama was born with the Celestial Eye Bloodline. Her divine sigils are engraved directly into her starry gaze… an unparalleled, unique gift." Another warrior's voice trembled with admiration. "Even the mighty Jiao Xing, with all his arrogance, chose to kneel before her."

Bing Yi exuded a power that no one could resist. To serve under her was a privilege beyond measure.

She turned her icy gaze back to Long Chen, her voice laced with disdain.

"I saw what you did—breaking the balance of the heavens."

A cold smirk curled at her lips.

**"You were weak then. Of course, you’re still weak now.

A lowly, insignificant insect of the Nine Star lineage. And yet, you somehow managed to make a name for yourself in the Nine Heavens Realm?

How far it has fallen..."**

Her voice dripped with aristocratic superiority. Every word stabbed at Long Chen’s pride, as if she were a noble addressing a lowly beggar.

**"The Nine Star lineage has a strict hierarchy.

You? You're nothing but a low-tier, yellow-grade inheritor. The scraps of Nine Star techniques you’ve learned?

They're nothing but beginner-level garbage."**

A sneer crossed her face.

**"I hear from Aogu that you've figured out a few tricks on your own.

Impressive, but utterly insignificant.

The true inheritance of the Nine Stars is vast and unfathomable. Even we, the privileged Heavenly-tier successors, require the guidance of masters and countless life-or-death trials to unlock its secrets.

You? Without the true Nine Star heart method, without the correct path, even if you fumble around for a hundred thousand years, you’ll never reach the pinnacle."**

Her tone was merciless.

The warriors of the Primordial Demon Clan clenched their fists, their hearts aching at the sheer humiliation Long Chen endured.

Bing Yi wasn’t just mocking him.

She was stating a fact.

"Long Chen..."

Yue Xiaoqian’s voice trembled with pain. She had watched him fight for the Nine Star lineage, risking his life time and time again, only to be met with ridicule from his own kind.

With tears in her eyes, she reached for his hand, gripping it tightly.

Even if she was powerless to help him, she wanted him to know—she would stand by his side until the end.

Long Chen slowly turned his head. He looked at Yue Xiaoqian’s delicate face, her eyes brimming with unwavering determination.

And then—he smiled.

For a brief moment, a thought flickered in his mind.

He had spent his life cursing fate for its cruelty. But if fate was truly unfair to him…

How had he been blessed with so many loyal companions?

So many people who were willing to stand beside him?

Bing Yi’s chilling voice shattered his thoughts.

**"Flirting with your woman before death?

How touching.

But I’ve changed my mind—I won’t kill you right away."

Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.**

**"I’ll crush you first.

Then, I’ll make you watch as your woman is humiliated—**

—by one man after another."

The warriors behind her let out vile, depraved laughter, their eyes brimming with sick anticipation.

WHOOOOOM!

Long Chen’s expression shifted instantly.

A monstrous killing intent exploded from him, engulfing Bing Yi and her entire army.

The once-smirking warriors froze.

It was as if they had suddenly been marked by an ancient, primeval beast—one that had already decided they were prey.

One by one, they stumbled backward, cold sweat dripping down their backs.

Long Chen’s eyes sharpened like blades.

And in their depths—

—black specks of darkness began to appear.

Bing Yi laughed.

**"Oh? So angry?

Good. Let your rage consume you.

Because that fury… will accompany you to your grave."**

FWOOOOOOSH!

A violet inferno roared around Long Chen, distorting space itself. The warriors of the Primordial Demon Clan were flung backward, unable to withstand its force.

And then—

A shadow emerged from the flames.

A demonic face, reflected in the raging fire.

Long Chen's inner demon was breaking free.

"EVIL MOON!"

His roar thundered across the heavens, drenched in bloodthirsty rage.

A colossal, twisted blade materialized in his grip, its murderous aura suffocating the world.

The battle had begun.

Final Thoughts

This chapter explodes with tension! Bing Yi’s overwhelming power and merciless humiliation push Long Chen to his breaking point. But her mistake? Threatening the people he loves.

And now—

She’s about to witness what true fury looks like. 🔥🔥🔥