Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts Chapter 5363 Yan Xu Soul Refinement

Chapter 5363 Yan Xu Soul Refinement

“You wanted to bully a weakling, huh?” asked Long Chen.

Long Chen eyed Mad Lightning beneath his foot, a sinister smile spreading across his face. As he recalled the words Mad Lightning had said to him when they first met, icy killing intent surged within him.

Mad Lightning had sneak attacked Long Chen, only to be slapped to the ground, shocking everyone. No one even saw how Long Chen had moved, but Mad Lightning suddenly lay beneath his foot, half-dead and helpless.

“Is it me who is angry, or is it my heart-devil?” Long Chen muttered to himself.

His body trembled as a fierce desire to kill surged within him. Long Chen remembered how, back then, Mad Lightning had brazenly told Tang Wan-er to follow him instead, and everything happened right in front of Long Chen—touching his reverse scale.

That memory caused Long Chen's killing intent to spike uncontrollably. Back then, he had told himself he’d only slap someone for angering him, not kill them. But now, his heart-devil was pus.h.i.+ng him, feeding his thirst for blood.

An a.s.sistant pavilion master, Mad Lightning’s ancestor, roared, “Long Chen, if you dare to kill Mad Lightning, I will definitely—”

BOOM!

Long Chen was doing his best to control his emotions when that elder’s words triggered him. In an instant, his foot slammed down, and Mad Lightning exploded.

That stomp wasn’t something he intended—it was a reaction to the elder’s threat that caused his killing intent to erupt like a volcano.

Afterward, Long Chen’s fists clenched tightly, creaking from the force. He had tried to suppress his violent emotions, but the elder's words shattered all his restraint. He was filled with hatred.

He had failed. In other words, he had gotten one step closer to the abyss of losing control. Next, it would become harder and harder to control himself.

Actually, Long Chen had never thought of letting Mad Lightning off. He simply wanted to leave that b.a.s.t.a.r.d to Tang Wan-er, so she could kill him and avenge her sisters. After all, there was a fundamental difference between killing that b.a.s.t.a.r.d because of anger and because of vengeance. But in the end, the elder’s threat made Long Chen lose control.

“Why are both the young and the old so stupid?” Long Chen muttered, raising his gaze to meet the elder’s dumbfounded face.

“I’ll kill you!” the elder roared, raising a tablet in his hand as he charged at the battlefield’s barrier.

“No, you can’t go inside! Your cultivation base will be suppressed to that of an eight-vein Emperor!” shouted one of his companions, dragging him back.

“Release me!” the elder roared, shaking off the hand holding him back.

He shot toward the barrier in an instant, while the other elders gathered together, seemingly “unintentionally” positioning themselves in front of Feng Xinyue.

Feng Xinyue smiled disdainfully. They were clearly trying to block her from entering the battlefield, but she didn’t budge. She had no intention of joining the fray.

The aggrieved a.s.sistant pavilion master slammed the tablet in his hand onto the barrier. The barrier shuddered, allowing him to pa.s.s through, while the tablet disintegrated into dust.

After entering, he let out a thunderous roar and summoned his manifestation. A powerful Emperor aura locked onto Long Chen, shaking the entire battlefield and affecting everyone present.

“Pavilion master, kill them! They’ve gone crazy!” screamed a divine son in panic.

They were already retreating in disarray under Tang Wan-er’s crazy attacks, any one of them at risk of being killed at any moment.

Although they were all powerful, they had always relied on their elders’ favor and protection. None of them had ever truly faced death. But now, after witnessing the deaths of a divine son and daughter, their courage shattered completely.

Meanwhile, the Hidden Dragon warriors continued to hunt down the remaining disciples. Blood had long since soaked the battlefield.

“Die!” the elder bellowed as he lunged at Long Chen, throwing the full weight of his life’s cultivation into a powerful palm strike.

“Dragon Blood Battle Armor!” a dragon cry rang throughout the land, followed by the surge of majestic dragon might. Long Chen met the elder’s strike with his own bare hand.

“Sovereign Blood Seal—G.o.d Slaying Cross!”

No one expected Long Chen to face the attack of an a.s.sistant pavilion master with nothing but his hand.

BOOM!

When their palms collided, a blood-colored cross instantly pierced the a.s.sistant pavilion master’s hand and tore into his body, continuing onward until it slammed into the battlefield’s barrier. The barrier, which even nine-vein Human Emperors couldn’t shake, cracked under the impact, shocking everyone.

Even Feng Xinyue’s expression changed; the power of Long Chen’s strike far exceeded her expectations.

Long Chen himself was surprised by the strength of his G.o.d Slaying Cross, but in his current state, he paid it no mind.

As the elder’s body was shattered by Long Chen’s attack, his fury had turned into terror. Without hesitation, he fled.

But just as he tried to escape, Long Chen grabbed his hair and yanked him back. He drove his knee into the elder’s face, smas.h.i.+ng his nose.

“Why?!”

BOOM!

“Why?!” Long Chen snarled, slamming his knee into the elder again.

BOOM!

“Why must you force me?!”

With every blow, Long Chen’s voice grew darker, more ferocious. He was venting all the rage bottled up inside him.

On the fourth blow, the elder’s head finally caved in, shattering beneath Long Chen’s relentless knee strikes.

As the elder’s head broke apart, his Yuan Spirit escaped the limits of his body and fled. Even if he lost his physical body, it was still good if he could escape with his Yuan Spirit.

However, just as his Yuan Spirit flew out, Long Chen extended his hand. Black flames surged from his palm, engulfing the elder’s fleeing spirit.

“Yan Xu Flame?!” Feng Xinyue gasped in shock. Long Chen could control the Yan Xu Flame?

“AHH!” the elder screamed in agony as his Yuan Spirit was consumed by the black fire.

“Yan Xu soul refinement!” Long Chen roared, and the Yan Xu Flames intensified.

BOOM!

The elder’s Yuan Spirit exploded, transforming into nothing but black smoke.