Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

“Kill!”

Thunderous war cries echoed across the battlefield as the Dragon Domain’s experts witnessed the Dragonblood Legion’s dominance. The once-proud elites of the resonant dragon and bone dragon races fell like wheat before the scythe, reduced to lifeless corpses. With just a few thousand warriors, the Dragonblood Legion relentlessly pushed back the overwhelming forces of millions.

Inspired by this display of strength, the Dragon Domain’s warriors felt their blood boil with determination. Their combat prowess surged far beyond their limits as they refused to let the Dragonblood Legion outshine them.

The battlefield had now become the competition ground between the Dragon Domain’s experts and the Dragonblood warriors. But no matter the illustrious battle records, ancient reputations, or prideful histories of these heavenly geniuses, their killing efficiency was no match for the Dragonblood warriors.

The Dragonblood Legion swept through the army of traitors, killing their so-called elites in a few exchanges each time.

Every strike from the Dragonblood Legion was lethal and precise, refined through countless battles. They wasted no energy—if seventy percent power sufficed for a kill, they used no more. If one strike was enough, they wouldn’t go for another blow. They were like death gods who lived to kill; reaping lives was their profession.

The once-mighty resonant dragon and bone dragon races collapsed before them. Even half-step Dragon Emperors and sealed ancient heavenly geniuses fell swiftly to Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Bai Shishi, and the other Dragonblood warriors.

After breaking the eight spatial gates, Xia Chen stood at the core of the group with Guo Ran, sending talismans flying out like arrows. Their attacks provided support in pressured areas to maintain their formation.

Wielding the Dragonblood Blades, the Dragonblood warriors sliced through their enemies.

A Ten Thousand Dragon Nest from the resonant dragon race attempted a sneak attack, only for its invisibility cloak to be shattered by one of Xia Chen’s talismans. The next moment, Guo Ran’s crossbow flashed, and a golden arrow pierced its core, obliterating it in an instant.

“Nice!” Guo Ran shouted excitedly, celebrating his 30th Ten Thousand Dragon Nest kill.

Guo Ran’s arrows had undergone meticulous modifications, with their arrowheads imbued with a specialized rune, which was the ultimate bane of the dragon race. This rune was uniquely designed to dismantle the intricate structure of a Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. No matter how formidable the nest, a single arrow striking its core would obliterate it instantly.

Securing this taboo rune had been no small feat. Long Chen had invested significant effort in persuading the Dragon Domain’s patriarchs, who, after lengthy deliberations, reluctantly handed it over.

Alongside the rune, the arrows were crafted using special materials to counter Ten Thousand Dragon Nests. These materials were so crucial to the Dragon Domain that they were immediately sealed away upon discovery, ensuring they never fell into enemy hands.

The combination of these special materials and special runes resulted in arrows honed for one singular purpose: destroying Ten Thousand Dragon Nests. Guo Ran had painstakingly created thirty-two of them, and one by one, he reduced the fearsome nests to rubble. His actions quickly made him the center of attention on the battlefield.

Thanks to Guo Ran, the resonant dragon race, bone dragon race, and Netherdragon race no longer dared to deploy their Ten Thousand Dragon Nests, not even those on the level of Dragon Emperors. The moment one appeared, Guo Ran would directly destroy it.

Guo Ran had become the most troublesome thorn in their side, and eliminating him became their top priority. However, he was hiding at the core of the Dragonblood Legion’s formation. Despite their desperation, the enemy couldn’t even breach the outermost layer of the formation, let alone lay a finger on Guo Ran.

As the Dragonblood Legion carved through their enemies, a decisive moment unfolded—a head soared into the air, striking despair into the hearts of the resonant dragon race.

Ying Changkong had been leading their top experts against the Dragonblood Legion the entire time. With over ten half-step Dragon Emperors, he commanded a charge aimed at slicing through the Dragonblood Legion. Yet, instead of breaching their ranks, the charge collapsed past the outer layer of the formation.

They were then swarmed by the Dragonblood Legion. Unbeknownst to Ying Changkong, the fact that they could reach the center of the formation was part of Guo Ran’s strategy.

What appeared to be a moment of vulnerability was actually a carefully laid trap. The core of the Dragonblood Legion’s formation was a gathering of their strongest warriors: Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Bai Shishi, and others, who awaited their moment to strike.

As Ying Changkong and his allies advanced, they were stunned to find their Emperor realms completely stifled by the Dragonblood Legion’s aura.

The manifestations of the Dragonblood warriors were interlinked, forming an impenetrable dragon blood formation. Furthermore, immemorial dragon souls housed within their bodies radiated an oppressive power, suffocating their enemies. At most, the invaders could unleash seventy percent of their cultivation base’s power.

By the time Ying Changkong and his allies realized they were trapped, it was already too late. Reinforcements charged madly from outside the formation, but they were repelled with ruthless efficiency. The Dragonblood Legion’s defenses were unbreakable.

In less than half an incense stick’s time, Gu Yang’s spear pierced Ying Changkong’s chest, and Bai Shishi’s blade severed his head. The sight of their leader’s death sent shockwaves through the resonant dragon race. Panic overtook the remaining half-step Dragon Emperors trapped within the Legion’s formation.

These powerful experts were overwhelmed by fear, which was then magnified by the pressure of the immemorial dragon souls. That fear sealed their fates. One after another, they fell, following Ying Changkong to the afterlife.

The immemorial dragon souls within the Dragonblood warriors grew increasingly active, unwilling to remain passive in the face of dragon traitors. Their suppressive power intensified, aiding the warriors in their ruthless advance.

The battlefield was a sea of carnage, with mountains of dragon corpses at the Dragonblood Legion’s feet—a scene as stunning as it was horrifying.

The Dragon Domain’s warriors were oblivious to the assistance provided by the immemorial dragon souls. To them, the Dragonblood Legion simply seemed unstoppable, effortlessly killing enemies as powerful as race leaders. Their sheer dominance left the Dragon Domain warriors both shocked and inspired. Unwilling to be outdone, the Dragon Domain warriors threw themselves even harder into the battle, working harder to kill the Netherdragon race's experts.

The Netherdragon race’s side had a miserable time, being attacked by a bunch of madmen.

With their spatial gates destroyed, the laws of this world bore down heavily upon them, suppressing even their most elite warriors. The Netherdragon army faced catastrophic losses—thirty percent of their forces wiped out in just half an incense stick’s time.

What made their plight even worse was the alarming death rate among their higher-ups. Because the sealed heavenly geniuses from the Dragon Domain disdained bullying the ants, they only picked the powerful enemies, leaving the lower ranks leaderless.

The most ferocious battle raged at the heart of the Netherdragon forces, where their mightiest warriors had gathered. Leading them was Netherdragon Tianfeng, who had twelve black wings on his back. Every wing bore a closed eye on it.

Nether qi gushed out of these twelve wings, tearing the space around him. By relying on these twelve wings, Netherdragon Tianfeng resisted the suppression of the laws as he fought Mo Yang, Chi Wufeng, and the others.

“This person is strong!” exclaimed Mo Ying.

Seeing Netherdragon Tianfeng fending off their monstrous geniuses, Mo Ying and the other race leaders were shocked. Even though Netherdragon Tianfeng was covered in blood and clearly at a disadvantage, Mo Yang and the others couldn’t defeat him for now.

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