Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5717 High Heaven’s Seventh Son, Zuo Yan

A powerful group emerged following the cold shout. At the forefront was a middle-aged man with a square face, sideburns, and a sword on his back. 

The moment he appeared, everyone, including Long Chen, felt an instinctive shudder deep in their souls. This person was definitely a terrifying sword cultivator.

He wasn’t just any sword cultivator. Primal chaos qi swirled around him, signifying his status as a Divine Emperor from the primal chaos era. Though he had yet to summon his Divine Emperor Crown, his presence alone was leagues beyond Hou Tianwu’s father and the crone from the sea whale race. They simply weren’t on the same level.

Accompanying him were many young disciples, each carrying a sword on their back. Their auras were like unsheathed blades, sharp and deadly.

“The High Heaven line,” said Long Chen.

Long Chen’s expression darkened. His gaze grew colder, sharper. With their arrival, the battle came to a sudden halt. Then, Tang Wan-er led the others back to Feng Xinyue’s side.

“Master.” Tang Wan-er’s voice trembled slightly.

“We’ll wait and see how this unfolds,” Feng Xinyue said calmly.

Though their numbers barely reached a few hundred thousand—meager compared to the vast factions present, they still gave off immense pressure. After all, they were a group of terrifying sword cultivators.

“Long Chen, do you know this fellow?” asked the middle-aged man from the High Heaven line.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and two disciples stepped forward, dragging a bloodied figure of a man between them. The moment Long Chen and the Dragonblood warriors saw him, a chilling silence descended. Their hands clenched around their weapons, and their killing intent flared to its peak.

It was Yue Zifeng.

His body was pierced by countless nails with strange, glowing runes. They were clearly tools of torment, designed to inflict both pain and humiliation.

Long Chen’s fists trembled, veins bulging as his anger erupted. As black spots flickered in his eyes, his killing intent shook the very fabric of space. He was shaking from how furious he was.

“Long Chen, calm down. Yue Zifeng’s life is in their hands. You can’t just use brute force here,” hastily transmitted Mo Nian.

However, Mo Nian was also panicking. Even with all his power, he found himself at a loss. Their opponent was a Divine Emperor from the primal chaos era, and they held Yue Zifeng hostage.

The middle-aged man smirked, satisfied with Long Chen’s reaction. With a cold voice, he said. “This man, Yue Zifeng, slaughtered hundreds of thousands of my High Heaven disciples in the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm. But in the end, he was captured alive. Tell me, how should we deal with him?”

“Get to the point,” Long Chen snapped, his tone void of any patience.

The middle-aged man frowned, seemingly unused to being addressed in such a manner. A disciple whispered something in his ear, and he turned back to Long Chen.

“I won’t waste words. Have him hand over the Divine Sword fragment, and all enmities between us will be settled.”

The second Long Chen heard that, he understood. He knew the Divine Sword fragment would draw over countless sword cultivators, and there would definitely be a storm of blood.

Yet, Long Chen knew Yue Zifeng. There was no one in his realm who could match him in Sword Dao. Even against overwhelming odds, if Yue Zifeng had chosen to retreat, no one should have been able to stop him. For him to be captured alive—there had to be more to this story.

Long Chen looked at the middle-aged man sharply.

“Don’t worry, I, Zuo Yan, am the seventh son of the High Heaven Sword God. What I say counts,” said the middle-aged man grandly.

The title of Seven Sons of the High Heaven Sword God was bestowed upon the seven strongest disciples under the High Heaven Sword God. Zuo Yan, as the seventh disciple, was among them. In the primal chaos era, these seven were legendary figures, known across the entire cultivation world.

“You can stop scheming in vain. Before me, you’re nothing more than a slightly bigger ant,” Zuo Yan sneered. “I advise you to hand over what I want without resistance.”

“Cut the crap. If you hadn’t interfered, all your disciples would have been slaughtered by my brother. If you dare claim you didn’t step in yourself to capture him, then I, Long Chen, will cut off my own head and offer it to you,” replied Long Chen coldly.

“You…” Zuo Yan’s expression darkened, but he was unable to refute it. Just as Long Chen had said, Zuo Yan had used his power through space to severely wound Yue Zifeng.

At that time, Yue Zifeng had just merged with the Divine Sword fragment, having expended an immense amount of Spiritual Strength.

However, what truly made Zuo Yan and his people uneasy was that the Divine Sword fragment had fully fused with Yue Zifeng. The two had become one. To separate them, Yue Zifeng’s consent was necessary.

If they attempted to forcibly extract the fragment, it would shatter along with Yue Zifeng’s soul. In that case, they would end up with nothing.

Afterward, they discovered that Yue Zifeng was the fourth captain of the Dragonblood Legion. Without hesitation, they set off in pursuit. 

Seeing how much Long Chen and the others cared about Yue Zifeng, Zuo Yan grew more confident. As long as their bonds ran this deep, there was a chance to seize the Divine Sword fragment.

However, Long Chen was simply too infuriating. 

Zuo Yan’s eyes darkened as he said, “Shut up. A loss is a loss. You can only blame him for not being skilled enough. Now decide. Do you want him dead or alive?”

Zuo Yan waved his hand, and the unconscious Yue Zifeng floated toward him. Seizing him by the throat, he locked eyes with Long Chen. His threat couldn’t be clearer.

Unable to bear the insulting display, Long Chen lowered his head and crouched down a bit.

“Long Chen…!”

Mo Nian cried out in alarm. This wasn't the time for reckless action. Their opponent’s power was unfathomable. If Long Chen made a rash move, Yue Zifeng would die.

“Those who humiliate my brothers will die!” Long Chen roared. 

In an instant, lightning wings unfurled behind him, and he shot toward Zuo Yan like a thunderbolt.

“Long Chen!” Bai Shishi and Tang Wan-er cried out in unison.@@novelbin@@

“Boss!” Gu Yang and the others shouted in shock.

They couldn’t believe it. How could Long Chen be so impulsive? Yue Zifeng was still in Zuo Yan’s grip. Was he rushing to see Yue Zifeng’s death?

Feng Xinyue’s eyes flickered with surprise, but when she saw Mo Nian subtly lowering his hands and forming seals, a flash of understanding appeared in her gaze.

Long Chen moved as quickly as lightning, and Evilmoon slashed down with unstoppable force.

When Zuo Yan saw Long Chen charging, a flicker of delight flashed in his eyes. He extended a single hand toward Evilmoon.

Just as everyone reeled in shock that he dared to block a divine weapon barehanded, a violet Divine Emperor Crown manifested behind him.

The moment it appeared, heaven and earth fell deathly silent.

Long Chen’s eyes widened in surprise. His body was frozen in place, and his unstoppable saber strike lost all momentum.

Evilmoon couldn’t move an inch in Zuo Yan’s hand. 

The Dragonblood warriors’ hearts sank.