Shattering Destiny
"Long Chen…!"
Bing Yi’s scream was drenched in agony, her face contorted as she clutched the stump where her arm used to be. Blood gushed from the severed limb, painting her robes in crimson. Her once-imposing aura was now reduced to sheer wretchedness.
Her disheveled hair, her savage expression—she looked like a vengeful ghost.
Whoosh!
Long Chen tossed Bing Yi’s severed arm toward Fei Shuang with a casual flick of his wrist.
The moment she caught it, her eyes widened in shock before turning red with emotion.
So this was Long Chen’s justice.
An eye for an eye, a limb for a limb.
Whoosh!
Just as Bing Yi fumbled for a pill and was about to swallow it, Long Chen’s foot lashed out like a whip.
BANG!
The impact sent her—and the pill—flying. Without even looking, Long Chen snatched the pill midair and crushed it between his fingers, letting the powder scatter to the wind.
Then, step by step, he walked toward her.
His movements were unsteady—his body had reached its limit. But his will refused to falter.
There was still something he had to do.
Bing Yi tumbled across the battlefield, her once-proud Star Battle Armor shattered, her aura flickering like a dying ember.
Her ultimate attack… had failed.
She had gambled everything on that final strike, believing it would be enough to end Long Chen’s life.
But in that moment, as she lay sprawled on the ground, realization dawned upon her.
If she couldn’t kill Long Chen in one blow… then she would be the one to die.
She had played right into his hands.
His counterattack was already prepared.
Evilmoon’s power had lain in wait, ready to neutralize her fatal strike the moment she committed.
But Long Chen’s goal wasn’t just to sever her arm.
He wanted her alive.
By raw strength alone, Long Chen should have lost.
His Star Power was unstable, chaotic—no match for Bing Yi’s honed cultivation.
But experience trumps raw power.
Years of battle had honed Long Chen into a warrior beyond measure. He had drained her, whittled her down, stripping her of every last drop of energy.
Now, she couldn’t even run.
Whoosh!
Five thick vines erupted from the ground, coiling around Bing Yi’s arms, legs, and throat. She was completely restrained.
Under normal circumstances, Zhi Zhi’s vines wouldn’t have been enough to hold her. But now, with her strength drained—
She was powerless.
For the first time, true fear flickered in Bing Yi’s eyes.
The once-proud Nine Star prodigy was no longer untouchable.
Long Chen stepped forward and placed a single finger against her forehead.
“You want my Natal Divine Rune?” he murmured. His voice was ice-cold. “Dream on. Even if I die, you’ll never get what you want.”
Bing Yi’s desperate scream was cut short as Zhi Zhi’s vines suddenly surged, burrowing into her eyes, ears, and mouth.
Blood sprayed as she convulsed, her screams turning into wet gurgles.
“Long Chen, you lack a proper Nine Star inheritance,” Evilmoon’s voice echoed in his mind. “Take her Natal Divine Rune. Absorb her legacy.”
“A proper inheritance?”
Long Chen scoffed, pressing his finger harder against Bing Yi’s forehead.
“Do you really think these people represent the true Nine Star lineage?”
His voice was laced with disdain.
“The Star Lord sacrificed himself for the Nine Heavens. His legacy wasn’t just about strength—it was about ideals, about will.”
He glanced at Bing Yi, disgust evident in his eyes.
“Tell me, do you think these selfish, power-hungry bastards carry that legacy?”
Evilmoon hesitated. “Well… when you put it like that, I guess not. But still, absorbing her divine rune would—”
Long Chen shook his head.
“Someone like her doesn’t deserve to leave a mark on me.”
BOOM!
The sky lit up as countless stars shone.
Even though Long Chen was exhausted, his Star Power still surged. The celestial ocean above rippled, but his body was at its breaking point. He could no longer absorb external energy.
A faint light gathered at his fingertip—the last remnants of his Star Power pooling together.
“AAAAHHH!!”
Bing Yi’s shriek shattered the silence as Long Chen’s Star Power invaded her Natal Divine Rune.
Zhi Zhi immediately retracted its vines.
Bing Yi trembled uncontrollably, her final moments filled with nothing but despair.
She cursed him one last time. “Long Chen, you will die a miserable death! The Star Lord’s son will hunt you down and tear you to pieces!”
But Long Chen didn’t even spare her a glance.
His focus was on her rune.
The Natal Divine Rune—the core of Bing Yi’s cultivation.
It was weak now, hanging by a thread.
Destroy it, and she would be crippled.
But destruction was easy. Control was hard.
He needed to keep her alive—for now.
Whoosh!
Lei Ling’er and Huo Ling’er appeared at his sides. Cang Lu stood guard, his bloodstained halberd gleaming. The warriors of the Shi Mo Clan encircled Long Chen protectively.
They didn’t know what he was doing, but in his weakened state, they wouldn’t take any chances.
Long Chen swayed, his face pale. But his finger never left Bing Yi’s forehead.
His Star Power pried at her rune’s final defenses.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the rune shuddered.
The celestial pillar connecting her eight stars vanished.
Bing Yi’s face twisted in fury.
“Long Chen, I curse y—”
Shing!
A single flick of his finger sent a starry beam through her skull.
Thud.
Bing Yi’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
The once-proud prodigy of the Nine Star lineage was dead.
But her Natal Divine Rune remained. Suspended midair, controlled entirely by Long Chen’s Star Power.
With Bing Yi’s voice silenced, the world finally felt peaceful.
Final Thoughts
This chapter was pure intensity. Bing Yi, once so arrogant and untouchable, fell into complete despair. Long Chen’s brutal, calculated approach was vengeance incarnate.
But was it justice?
And what did she mean by the Star Lord’s son? Could an even greater storm be brewing?
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