The Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

The Clash of Titans: Dragon Dust vs. Mingzang A World-Shaking Confrontation The moment the colossal hand clenched, the entire world trembled. Divine runes swirled in the air, weaving an intricate dance of power. This was not a celestial technique nor an elaborate spell—just a simple release of imperial power . Yet, it was enough to make heaven and earth bow in submission. At this moment, Mingzang stood as the ruler of existence itself . Dragon Dust Trapped? BOOM! The massive hand tightened, sealing Dragon Dust within. The explosion sent ripples through space, the oppressive force suffocating all who bore witness. Even the strongest warriors, wielders of nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of imperial flame , felt their souls tremble. "Is this the true power of a Human Emperor? Unfathomable!" "If he ascends to Emperor Lord, won’t he become invincible?" "His flame is not like ours—it has the true blessing of the heavens!" The warriors of the Evi...

  When Mingzang spoke, the foreign powerhouses were taken aback. They had long heard of the fierce internal strife within the Evil Dragon Clan. But they never expected it to be this extreme—had the three supreme prodigies truly reached the point of a life-or-death struggle? Only the members of the Evil Dragon Clan remained unfazed. This was simply their way of life. In the Evil Dragon Clan, there was no right or wrong, no hierarchy—strength alone dictated authority. The one with the strongest fists spoke the truth. If one was powerful enough, they could kill the patriarch outright and assume leadership without any opposition from the clan’s branches. This was their brutal tradition—crude yet effective. Even the higher-ups of the clan deliberately fostered this survival-of-the-fittest environment within the Heavenly Domain Battlefield. By letting the three supreme prodigies fight to the death, they ensured that the last one standing would be the strongest, the undisputed heir to the...

  “Lord Dragon Dust, that man has completed his fusion with the Emperor Flame—he has truly condensed the Dao Flame of the Emperor!” Xiyuan Qing’s voice trembled with urgency as he called out, his scalp tingling with fear. His instincts screamed that the moment this figure made a move, their chances of survival would vanish. The wisest choice now was to retreat. “Uncle Fan, shift the battle lines back. Don’t get splattered with blood,” Dragon Dust said, his tone calm as his gaze locked onto the flame-shrouded figure. “Let me see just how strong someone who has unified the Emperor Flames truly is.” — The colossal Imperial Dragon Nest rumbled as it shifted, pulling the battlefield outward to create more distance between it and Dragon Dust. However, the movement of the Imperial Dragon Nest made the enemies besieging the Xilong Clan believe they were retreating. Thinking victory was near, they launched a frenzied assault. Yet, the Xilong warriors had grown stronger. The crucible of batt...

  Boom! Boom! Boom! The barrier formed by the Dragonbone Evil Moon was being relentlessly assaulted by countless powerful beings. Yet, their attacks were as futile as ants trying to shake a mighty tree—there wasn't even a ripple. The Dragonbone Evil Moon had grown immensely powerful. Of all the recent fortuitous encounters Long Chen had experienced, it had benefited the most. Unlike the Kunyin Cauldron, which was selective about the energy it absorbed, the Dragonbone Evil Moon devoured all Dao energy indiscriminately. As a result, it had absorbed several times more energy than the cauldron. The barrier it casually erected was now nearly indestructible. With the strength of these attackers, there was no way they could break through. "Don't be too cruel—give them a bit of hope," Long Chen said with feigned sympathy. Boom! Just then, a heavy strike landed on the barrier, causing it to tremble and form fine cracks. The attackers, who had almost given up, suddenly saw hope...

  This was a massive abyss, a colossal pit filled with the remains of countless dragons, their corpses stacked upon one another like towering mountains. Among the fallen were dragons from the Nine Heavens, as well as those from beyond this realm. The pit resembled a vast burial ground, an eerie monument to a war long fought and lost. On the periphery of this graveyard, countless figures, like ants in comparison to the titanic remains, toiled to drag the fallen dragons. Among them, only a small fraction belonged to the Evil Dragon Clan. The majority were foreign draconic beings, exuding an aura both sinister and otherworldly. At the very heart of this mountain of corpses, a gathering of powerful figures sat in a tight circle. Even with Dragon Dust’s composure, the sight of them sent a chill down his spine. Tens of thousands of warriors, each possessing the terrifying might of nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames, filled the air with suffocating pressure. The sheer scale of th...

  The Dark Dragon Clan... Beneath the Imperial Dragon God's Nest, a group of formidable dragons stood, clutching thick chains that bound a colossal, one-horned dragon. That dragon, though long deceased, remained remarkably intact. Its scales still retained a faint glow, resisting the passage of time. Most striking of all was the radiant divine light emanating from its singular horn, exuding an immense imperial aura—this was the corpse of a Dragon God Emperor. When the warriors of the Rhinoceros Dragon Clan set their sights upon the Dark Dragon Clan members, their initial shock quickly turned to uncontainable fury upon seeing the massive dragon corpse. Their minds roared in unison as an overwhelming killing intent surged forth. That corpse belonged to their ancestor. And those from the Dark Dragon Clan were siphoning the lingering power from their forebear’s remains. "Kill!" With a thunderous bellow, Xi Yuanqing launched himself forward, his eyes ablaze with rage. The rest...

  Inside the Imperial Dragon Divine Nest, under the immense and boundless dragon might, Xi Yuanqing and his companions felt their very souls tremble. Perhaps it was guilt gnawing at their hearts, or perhaps it was the absolute suppression of their bloodline by the Imperial Dragon Clan, but they found it impossible to sit still. Anxiety coiled around them like an invisible serpent, squeezing the air from their lungs. Their gazes landed on the white-bearded elder standing beside the grand throne. His overwhelming sacred presence bore down on them, making it so none dared to utter a single word. Bai Fan looked at Xi Yuanqing and the others, his face a mixture of emotions. Betraying the Imperial Dragon Clan was unforgivable. But was it not also true that the Imperial Dragon Clan had once betrayed them? In the end, Bai Fan let out a long sigh—a sigh heavy with helplessness, sorrow, and boundless regret. With a flick of his wrist, a golden token shot toward Xi Yuanqing. Pa! Xi Yuanqing c...

  Long Chen stood before the mighty warriors of the Rhinodragon Clan, his body shrouded in raging imperial flames that surged uncontrollably. The sheer might of his draconic aura swept across the heavens like an unrelenting tidal wave, pressing upon the land with devastating force. His aura grew more terrifying by the moment, the imperial flames around him dancing wildly as if reaching a critical point—on the verge of a breakthrough. Having slaughtered countless dragon warriors, Long Chen now stood like an avenging deity before the survivors. Their fates hung by a mere thread, dictated solely by his will. Gulp... A collective swallow echoed among the Rhinodragon warriors. Beads of cold sweat trickled down their backs, their bodies frozen in dread. No one dared utter a word, fearing that a single misplaced syllable could seal their doom in an instant. Looking back now, their attempt to band together and slay Long Chen seemed laughably naive—a foolish act of arrogance that now bore t...

“Nether Dragon Blood Ignition... Awakening!” Minglong Xuan roared, his imperial flames and bloodline power surging into the dragon-scale shield before him. “Buzz!” In an instant, the shield expanded, and from within it, a colossal dragon burst forth, roaring as it charged straight at Long Chen. “With that meager imperial flame of yours, how much power of a divine emperor weapon can you possibly unleash?” Long Chen snorted coldly, his palm opening as imperial flames surged forth. With a single, domineering strike, he smacked down at the charging dragon. “Boom!” A thunderous explosion shook the battlefield as the dragon shattered into countless divine runes, scattering like a meteor shower across the sky. “What?!” Minglong Xuan’s heart clenched in disbelief. He had sacrificed a massive amount of bloodline and imperial flame energy just to activate the core power of the dragon-scale shield. Even though he didn’t expect this attack to completely annihilate Long Chen, it should have at leas...

  The heavens roared with a deafening fury, the air itself seemed to tremble as waves of energy surged violently. Amidst the howling tempest, the most elite warriors, those who had reached the pinnacle of power, were flung backward before they could even close the distance to Long Chen. The sheer force of his aura was enough to repel them. "How is this possible?!" The crowd gasped in disbelief. These were warriors who had ignited nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames, the absolute peak of human cultivation, the prodigies who stood at the zenith of the Human Emperor realm. Yet, they couldn't even withstand the pressure of Long Chen's unleashed aura? Within the chaotic storm, Long Chen stood tall, his body wreathed in nine hundred and ninety-eight Emperor Flames. The flames danced and writhed, sending out tendrils of energy that sliced through the air, leaving behind fine cracks in the fabric of space itself. The sound of the air being torn apart was like a screec...

  Dragon's Gambit: Long Chen's Fiery Revenge in the Battle of the Flames Translated by: Basingh Xi Yuanqing's expression changed. His perception was incredibly sharp, and he had already sensed the inescapable net that Long Gu Xieyue had laid out. He also felt the terrifyingly evil aura emanating from Long Gu Xieyue, an aura that sent shivers deep into his soul. At that moment, sweat dripped down his forehead. Only then did he realize that this place was nothing more than Long Chen's training ground. Everyone here would die; no one would leave alive. "Lord Yuanqing, we should leave quickly and stay far away from these fools," one of Xi Yuanqing's trusted subordinates whispered. He had understood Xi Yuanqing's thoughts from the beginning. Seeing Xi Yuanqing hesitate, he thought his leader was struggling with the decision to leave. After all, the Xi Long clan had already offended everyone here. Staying would bring no benefits. "Lord Yuanqing..."...

  "Damn it! You bunch of fools! If you keep ignoring my warnings, you'll only get yourselves killed!" The dragon warrior with a single horn roared in fury. He could sense Dragon Dust’s aura growing stronger with every passing moment, yet the others attacking him were completely oblivious. Unfortunately, he was the only one in the entire battlefield who could detect this change. Even his fellow clansmen from the same dragon lineage remained unaware. Dragon Dust's control over his aura had reached an almost supernatural level. The only reason this single-horned dragon warrior could perceive the difference was due to his innate talent. But his warning fell on deaf ears. Enraged beyond measure, he no longer cared about the weaker dragon warriors recklessly charging at Dragon Dust. His blade slashed through the air, instantly cutting down dozens of his own kin. "Xi Yuanqing! Have you lost your mind?! You dare to kill our own people? Do you believe I won’t make your en...