Translated by Basingh.
As Long Chen's blade descended, he burned through every last bit of his Violet Blood Emperor Flame. Yet, all he managed to do was leave an insignificant wound on Bing Yi.
Such was the terror of a true Nine Star heir. Though Bing Yi, as a woman, lacked the brute strength of Jiao Xing, her mastery over the power of the stars was leagues ahead of him. That was why, despite his overwhelming might, even Jiao Xing had to obey her every command.
But Long Chen's strike shattered Bing Yi’s protective laws and managed to wound her flesh. That was enough to astonish her.
Yet beneath that shock, there was excitement. The aura emanating from the Dragonbone Evil Moon, an aura capable of annihilating the heavens, stirred something within her.
She didn't know its origins, but she could tell—the wickedly designed, blood-colored blade was undoubtedly a supreme divine weapon.
The multicolored Emperor Flames surrounding Long Chen roared to life, engulfing the heavens and earth in a raging inferno. Their sheer intensity swept across the cosmos like a divine storm.
“An impressive Emperor Flame, I’ll give you that,” Bing Yi remarked coolly. “But it’s still unrefined, lacking the power of laws.”
Her voice was indifferent, as if Long Chen’s overwhelming presence meant nothing to her. “Before me, you’re still just an ant. The only difference is that you’re a slightly stronger ant than the rest.”
With a flick of her wrist, the stars swirled around her. The wound on her body healed in an instant. Behind her, the eight-star divine diagram blazed as her aura continued to surge.
Bathed in starlight, Bing Yi’s expression remained cold as ice. “My natal star diagram may not be fully complete, but I wield the bloodline of the Celestial Eye. With my gifted Star Pupil, I can temporarily fill in the missing pieces. Among the Nine Star lineage, even those with fully formed diagrams would struggle against me.”
She gazed at Long Chen with an air of superiority. “And you? A mere wandering beggar, granted the lowest tier of inheritance, practicing the most basic of techniques—how do you intend to fight me?”
Her lips curled in contempt. “I once wondered how a lowly insect like you could possibly possess such priceless treasures. But now I understand. Those artifacts weren’t meant for you—they were prepared as gifts for me and the Star Lord’s heir.”
Long Chen’s eyes flashed with cold light. “You can have them—if you have the life to take them!”
With a furious roar, he lunged forward, his blade slicing through the void.
Bing Yi raised her right hand. As she did, the starry patterns along her arm shimmered, turning her limb translucent. Then, with nothing but her bare palm, she met the Dragonbone Evil Moon head-on.
BOOM!
The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Both figures staggered back, their forces colliding in a dazzling explosion of star radiance and multicolored flames.
“He blocked Long Chen’s strike with his bare hand?!”
The warriors of the Primordial Demon Race were horrified. Earlier, Long Chen had managed to wound Bing Yi, yet now, despite his increased power, he had been repelled instead.
Bing Yi flexed her fingers, examining her hand. “Did you see that?” she sneered. “This is my true power.”
Her voice was laced with scorn as she slowly clenched her fist. “The Starlight Arm—an ancient divine technique of the Nine Star lineage. Normally, only those who have fully awakened their natal divine sigil and established a complete law structure can wield this power.”
She smirked. “But I have the Celestial Eye. With my secret art, I bypassed that limitation. I forged my Starlight Arm ahead of time.”
Her gaze sharpened, her tone tinged with mockery. “At its peak, this arm alone can withstand any divine weapon in existence. And you—while you do possess a supreme blade—are simply too weak to wield it properly.”
Her words sent a chill down the spines of the Primordial Demon Race’s warriors. They had expected her to be powerful, but the depths of her strength were beyond their imagination.
Not only was she a Nine Star heir, but she also carried the bloodline of the Celestial Eye. She had shattered barriers that none before her had crossed. Even among the Nine Star lineage, she might very well be an unrivaled existence.
And that tone—so condescending, so distant—it was an ever-present reminder of her superiority over Long Chen. A humiliation beyond words.
Yet Long Chen remained unfazed. His Emperor Flame continued to burn wildly, endless and unyielding.
Bing Yi’s eyes narrowed. “It’s time to show a lowly ant like you what a true Nine Star heir is capable of. You’ve tainted our lineage long enough.”
With a flicker of starlight beneath her feet, her figure blurred. A hundred, a thousand copies of her split apart, all charging at Long Chen from every direction.
“An illusion? No, every one of them has an aura…”
A crimson blade sliced through the air. Seven-colored flames erupted in all directions as Long Chen fought back, shattering the countless clones. Yet for every one he destroyed, another took its place.
The battlefield became a hurricane of explosions and scattered star fragments. Long Chen’s form vanished within the radiant tempest.
Then—
The fragmented starlight suddenly condensed, transforming into countless chains of divine radiance. In an instant, they coiled around Long Chen, locking him in place.
Bing Yi’s plan became clear—she wanted to capture him alive.
“Crescent Moon Shatters the Heavens!”
A sharp, resounding cry filled the battlefield. The Dragonbone Evil Moon trembled, its blade illuminating the sky with a crescent glow.
BOOM!
The divine chains shattered like brittle glass.
Gasps rang out among the Nine Star lineage. They understood better than anyone—those chains weren’t ordinary. Even a divine emperor’s weapon couldn’t sever them.
But Long Chen’s blade had done so effortlessly.
Bing Yi’s pupils contracted. “Ignoring the power of laws? Interesting. A supreme weapon indeed. I want it even more now.”
The Dragonbone Evil Moon’s aura erupted once more, distorting reality itself. Its sinister presence filled the world with an oppressive weight.
“Shall we begin?” Long Chen asked.
Evil Moon had entered its first true battle state. This form drained an enormous amount of power, but now was the time.
“Let’s go,” Evil Moon replied. “Merge with me.”
“You mean ‘man-blade as one,’” Long Chen corrected.
“Who cares?! Just shut up and fight! Let loose all the power you can’t control!”
Taking a deep breath, Long Chen allowed the energy to surge within him.
In an instant, the multicolored Emperor Flame vanished.
And in its place—the pure, lethal edge of his blade locked onto Bing Yi.
“Heaven-Sundering Slash!”
Long Chen roared, bringing the blade down.
“You’re really going all in? How naive. Star River Break!”
With a cold laugh, Bing Yi formed a seal. Her Starlight Arm flared with divine radiance, an entire river of stars condensing into her palm as she met the strike head-on.
BOOM!
The heavens trembled. Bing Yi was sent hurtling backward, but she remained unscathed.
The warriors of the Primordial Demon Race felt a chill in their hearts.
“This was only a warm-up,” Bing Yi smiled. “Now… the real battle begins.”
Purple Dragon Battle Form—Activate!
A thunderous dragon’s roar echoed as purple flames surged across the battlefield.
Final Thoughts
This chapter was a breathtaking clash between Long Chen and Bing Yi, revealing the terrifying depths of her power. But can even her overwhelming strength stand against Long Chen’s true potential?
Next chapter: The Dragon Rises—The Blade Falls!
Author’s Summary
The battle has only just begun! Who will emerge victorious? Stay tuned!
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