Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5802 Sword Edge Tempest

“Then you can die with me!” shouted the devil elder.

As he realized his fate was sealed, his expression twisted with madness. The moment Luo Zichuan’s saber impaled him, his spirit banner shot back toward Luo Zichuan like a vengeful specter. If Luo Zichuan wanted to finish him off, he’d have to pay the price with his own life.

The devil elder had underestimated Luo Zichuan, thinking that the latter could barely keep up with him. As a result, he didn’t use the spirit banner against Luo Zichuan. He had commanded it to track Long Chen, the detestable little rat who could strike from the shadows at any moment.

After all, the little fellow was too hateful. If they didn’t find Long Chen, the devil army would constantly feel like there was a blade hanging over their necks, and they wouldn’t be able to fight freely.

But in the end, that decision had cost the devil elder everything. Now, all he could do was try to take Luo Zichuan down with him.

BOOM!

Just then, a bronze cauldron descended like a meteor, smashing into the spirit banner and sending it flying. The explosive impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

It was Long Chen. He had used the Demon Moon Cauldron to knock the spirit banner aside.

Luo Zichuan’s saber trembled, and with a flick of his wrist, the devil elder exploded into a mist of blood. Another late-stage Devil Emperor was slain.

Right from the start, Long Chen and Luo Zichuan had already killed two of the devil race’s top leaders. The whole violet blood race erupted in earth-shaking cheers, their morale surging as hope blazed in their eyes.

Seeing them, the Luo family’s disciples felt a newfound strength flooding their bodies.

Luo Yanfeng and the others had been exhausted from consecutive intense battles, but thanks to the support of the Battle God Drum, they felt like endless power was welling up within them. Seeing Long Chen and Luo Zichuan’s stunning feats, they roared and charged back into battle with renewed fervor.

“The race leader is in danger. I’m going to help him. Long Chen, be careful,” transmitted Luo Zichuan.

“Grandpa, don’t worry. Leave this place to me!” responded Long Chen.

Long Chen’s figure blurred like lightning as he pounced toward the spirit banner, eyes gleaming. That was a supreme devil weapon—if he could seal it in the primal chaos space, perhaps he would have some use for it.

But just as he reached for it, the spirit banner pulsed, releasing a wave of blood radiance. After that, a spatial gate cracked open in the void, and the artifact slipped through, vanishing without a trace.

Before it left, it unleashed an explosion of blood mist that enveloped Long Chen. This mist was no ordinary attack—it was a curse, sealing Long Chen’s ability to use the Heaven Flipping Seal to conceal himself.

“He can’t hide any longer! Kill him!”

A deafening roar erupted from the devil race. Thousands of their warriors surged toward Long Chen like a tide of darkness.

Luo Yanfeng and the others shouted in alarm. Luo Zichuan had already entered the battlefield of the peak experts, where space itself twisted into a separate dimension. There was no way for him to return now.

But in the face of the incoming horde, Long Chen remained calm. A smirk tugged at his lips, and his eyes gleamed with wild arrogance.

“Frogs at the bottom of a well dare to claim they can kill Boss Long San? Who gave you that courage?"

Then, with a thunderous roar, thirteen violet Heaven Veins burst into existence behind Long Chen. A grand violet light radiated from his body, making him look like the reincarnation of a violet blood god.

Above Long Chen, the Earth Cauldron appeared. Faint divine light fell from it, shielding Long Chen from the pressure of the mid-stage Devil Emperors. That was the only thing the Earth Cauldron could help him with, but that was enough.

“Violet blood ignites the heavens! The Highwind condenses upon the tomb! I use my blood, the blood of Long Chen, to order the ten thousand Daos! The power of blood, the wind’s peak, the soul of the sword—all three gather...”

Long Chen’s voice echoed like an ancient decree, and he grasped his sword with both hands, its tip pointed downward. As he chanted, the blade trembled violently.

One sword-image... two... ten... a hundred... a thousand... ten thousand...

The sword-images multiplied like a storm, layering upon each other. The air itself shredded beneath their sheer force. The sky cracked, the earth crumbled, and the battlefield turned into a raging maelstrom of Sword Qi.

“What terrifying Sword Qi!”

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The violet blood race and the devil race alike were frozen in terror. Even before the attack was unleashed, they felt phantom blades carving into their souls.

“Sword Edge Tempest!”

Long Chen’s final cry shattered the heavens. He swung his sword down, unleashing a tempest of millions of sword-images that carried violet divine runes.

They erupted in a wave of destruction, a blooming lotus of annihilation, and in an instant—

The devil race’s vast army was eradicated.

Ninety percent of the devils vanished in a single moment. The few survivors stood, trembling, their bodies drenched in blood.

“The Highwind Sword Art’s supreme divine art...” Luo Yingchen muttered, his voice full of disbelief.

“This technique was said to be impossible to cultivate ever since we hid in the minor world. Countless generations tried, and not a single one even met the qualifications to learn it. We thought it was incomplete, or that the natural laws had changed, making it impossible to cultivate.

“But... Long Chen...”

Luo Yingchen swallowed hard, bitter realization washing over him.

They had all been frogs at the bottom of a well.

The violet blood race possessed countless legendary magical arts and divine abilities, yet none had ever managed to master them. They had always blamed it on two possibilities—either the techniques were incomplete, or the changing times had severed their connection to the necessary laws.

But now, watching Long Chen execute the technique flawlessly, they realized how laughable their assumptions had been.

Long Chen remained motionless in his final attack posture, and it was deathly still around him.

Millions of devils had been annihilated. Over ten mid-stage Devil Emperors had perished, while only a tenth of the early-stage Devil Emperors remained alive.

For the mid-stage Devil Emperors who survived, it was due to their immense power. As for the early-stage Devil Emperors, those who still stood had survived purely by chance.

As for the devil experts beneath the Emperor realm, they had been almost completely wiped out. The sheer devastation of the attack shattered their courage.

Despite its overwhelming impact, this attack was ultimately ineffective against the true elites. The dead mid-stage Devil had been the weakest among them—mere fodder in the grand scheme. The real experts remained on the battlefield.

The devil race had over four hundred mid-stage Devil Emperors, and more than three hundred were on Long Chen’s battlefield. The fact that fewer than twenty had fallen showed the attack’s limitations.

However, they truly were frightened by this attack, especially its huge area of effect.

“What a shame. If Zifeng had used this move, not a single one of them would have survived,” Long Chen muttered.

Seeing the mid-stage Devil Emperors only suffer some minor injuries, Long Chen sighed inside. Ultimately, he was just a fake sword cultivator.

Without warning, the sword in his hands shattered, unable to withstand his power. The failure confirmed the flaw in his technique. His control was still imperfect.

“Little fellow, your violet blood has been exhausted. Are you ready to die now?” asked one of the devils.

Hearing this, the elite devil experts sinisterly gathered around him.

A dark smirk spread across Long Chen’s face.

"Violet Dragon Battle Armor!”