Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5390 Martial God Hall

“What cowards. They had so many people but didn’t dare to actually attack.” Xiao Yue huffed, clearly impatient. She hadn’t expected the enemy to still hold back after all this.

Although Xiao Yue appeared gentle and calm, she had a fierce, spirited side, which was now bubbling to the surface.

“I didn’t expect it either. They’re nothing but paper tigers, all show and no bite,” Ye Lingkong agreed, shaking his head.

He’d known they were good at bullying the weak, but he hadn’t expected them to be so spineless.

In terms of eloquence, Ye Lingkong was too lacking to deal with them, so he usually had to walk away with a belly full of fire despite being stronger. But today, Long Chen showed him a different approach: to focus on his strengths and stick to his own rhythm. Just thinking about how he always ended up on the losing side in their verbal confrontations, he felt quite sullen. 

“These wily old foxes have small guts and too many misgivings,” Long Chen remarked. “Without absolute certainty, they won’t make a move. I taunted them earlier, but they didn’t respond. Even if I slapped them in the face, they’d hold back. But don’t think that means they’re scared of us—they’re just waiting for the right time. Once we enter the Wind Domain Battlefield, that’s when the real battle will start.”

Long Chen then looked over at the Hidden Dragon warriors and sternly said, “Sisters, this is our first battle outside of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, and it is also a battle to reclaim the Pavilion’s dignity. In the past, our disciples were hunted down mercilessly on the Wind Domain Battlefield, dishonored, and left buried there. You saw their cruelty yourselves just now. I warned them, but my warning was met with merciless mocking. They are now our enemies, so let me warn you one more time. 

“On the battlefield, do not hesitate to draw your blade, and do not show mercy. Don’t think that just because they’ve put down their butcher’s blade for now, that they will turn over a new leaf. They’re not sparing us out of kindness or enlightenment; they’re holding back only because of fear. Just like in the last ranking battle: when they begged for mercy, you let them go, only for them to mock you the moment they felt safe. Remember this, this place is not the Wind God Sea Pavilion. They are all enemies—bloodthirsty fiends. They are not like the divine sons and daughters who were raised in greenhouses. To show mercy to them is to throw away your lives and the lives of your companions.”

“Big brother Long Chen, don’t worry. This time, we won’t hold back. Mercy to enemies is harm to ourselves. We’ve learned the lesson, and we won’t make the same mistake again,” declared one of the divine retainers, her voice fierce.

This divine retainer was very talented and powerful, but her character was too soft. However, she had hardened through the brutal lessons of past battles and transformed completely.

Long Chen nodded. “Remember our motto: ‘Do not draw your sword lightly...’”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“But once you draw it, it doesn’t stop until it drinks blood!” the Hidden Dragon Legion shouted in unison, their killing intent flaring as they echoed the battle cry.

This was a concept that Long Chen had hammered into them. After all, men and women were different. The latter often found it hard to suppress their empathy on the battlefield. This was why in the mortal world’s battlefields, there would only be men killing each other because they could suppress other thoughts and focus only on killing their enemies.

What Long Chen wanted them to know was that they could be kind and gentle at other times, but once they drew their swords, they had to be goddesses of death, focused on eradicating the enemies before them.

This was a kind of brainwashing, but Long Chen preferred to do this rather than seeing them learn their lessons by sacrificing their comrades one after another. Learning through that kind of pain was torture. Back then, the Dragonblood Legion had suffered immense pain to comprehend this point. He didn’t want these ladies to pay such sacrifices.

Seeing that Long Chen could trigger the Hidden Dragon Legion’s killing intent with just a few words, Ye Lingkong was impressed. These young warriors were emitting an unprecedented sharpness.

Just as everyone was speeding forward, they sensed spatial fluctuations coming from ahead, like an invisible wall blocking the Qilin Horn Heaven Swallowing Sparrow’s path. Hence, it had no choice but to stop.

“Long Chen, be careful. Ye Linfeng is a peak expert of the Martial God Hall, a monster sealed in the ancient era. His strength might surpass those half-step Divine Emperors,” warned Ye Lingkong. 

The Martial God Hall? Long Chen was surprised. The Brahma line seemed to have four halls: the Nine Underworld Hall, the Bloodkill Hall, the Sacred Pill Hall, and the Martial God Hall.

Long Chen had interacted with the Nine Underworld Hall, the Bloodkill Hall, and the Sacred Pill Hall. He’d clashed with the Nine Underworld Hall and Bloodkill Hall, even killing Enpuda and Liao Bencang from those factions. Both had been memorable opponents, especially Enpuda, who had been a massive pain in Long Chen’s butt.

Long Chen had also interacted with Sacred Pill Hall, albeit rare. All he knew was that they specialized in refining pills and weren’t a threat to him. But the Martial God Hall—this was the first time he’d encountered one of its members. Since Ye Linfeng originated from it, he couldn’t be simple.

“The expert from the resonant dragon race is also very powerful. His race’s power has risen immensely thanks to the aid of the Brahma Pill Valley,” Ye Lingkong continued. “Some of the devil and demon race experts sealed since the ancient era are also powerful beyond measure. If the battle turns against you, retreat. As long as you stay alive, there is always a chance of turning things around.” 

Ye Lingkong wasn’t too worried about Long Chen and Tang Wan-er. If they couldn’t win in battle, they could always escape. His concern lay with the Hidden Dragon Legion; he feared that Long Chen and Tang Wan-er might hesitate to retreat if it meant abandoning the legion. In that scenario, they could all be caught.

Smiling, Long Chen replied, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control. Even if there were more enemies, I could handle them. Just wait for the good news. Or, if you’re feeling bold, you could go ahead and take care of those old geezers. I think that’d be a great way to start the festivities.”

“You…” Ye Lingkong stared, shocked by Long Chen’s audacity.

Long Chen didn’t wait for a response and flew in with everyone else. Their figures were devoured by the twisting space in front of them.

Moments later, countless other experts appeared in hot pursuit, catching only a glimpse of Long Chen and his allies as they vanished. Determined, they surged forward, intent on following them.

“Just wait to gather their corpses,” sneered Liao Qingyu, laughing darkly. “No, they won’t even leave behind corpses. They’ll be turned to dust!”

As the disciples entered the Wind Domain Battlefield, the elders stayed behind, their eyes fixed menacingly on Ye Lingkong.

He shook his head, muttering under his breath, “If I were you, I’d be praying that your disciples don’t catch up to Long Chen…”

Watching the space where Long Chen had disappeared, Ye Lingkong sighed. “That man is not just a peak expert; he’s a supreme commander."

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