Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5769: Highwind Attack

Tens of thousands of devil experts charged forward, their leader wielding a white bone trident. A single horn protruded from his head, and he wore a sinister smile as his group rapidly closed in.

The devil leader battling Luo Yanfeng roared in fury, “Xue Yin, this isn’t your territory! Are you not afraid of being punished for breaking the rules?!”

Xue Yin, the leader of the new wave of devils, laughed mockingly.

“Why would I be punished? As long as I kill you as well, I can claim that I only got here after the human race finished you off. That wouldn’t be against the rules.”

On this battlefield, the Luo family disciples had the upper hand. The devils were suffering heavy casualties, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.

After days of fighting the devil race, Long Chen had come to understand some of their rules. When a devil group lost half its size, they were finally permitted to retreat. Only once they either withdrew or perished could another group enter their territory.

Of course, this applied only to the deeper battlefields. The frontlines were chaotic, filled with weaker devils, making it impossible to enforce such rules.

Now, Xue Yin had arrived not to assist his kin but to claim this territory for himself. He even intended to slaughter the other devil group to do so. Clearly, the devil race had its own incentives for killing violet blood disciples, similar to the kill points system.

“Charge! I don’t care who they are, kill them all!” Xue Yin bellowed, leading his troops into battle.

“Kill!”

The devil experts roared in excitement and surged forward, colliding violently with both sides of the fight.

The Luo family disciples didn’t even need Long Chen’s directions. They instinctively pulled back into a defensive formation, a habit they had refined over time. During critical moments, they would definitely switch to this formation to reduce casualties.

Xue Yin spotted Long Chen standing there calmly and immediately grew irritated.

“First kill the commander! I don’t like him,” he shouted.

As the wave of devil experts surged forward, Long Chen switched to his sword. Bending his knees slightly, he let a powerful aura circulate within him. Violet energy slowly flowed into his sword-wielding hand.

“Highwind Attack.”

The sound of his sword being unsheathed was like a dragon’s cry. A violet Sword Qi unfurled across the battlefield like a crescent moon—a scythe of the death god.

Xue Yin’s expression changed drastically. He hadn’t expected this seemingly unassuming opponent to unleash such a killer attack.

Most terrifying of all, there had been no energy fluctuations before Long Chen struck. Yet the moment he did, the aura of death exploded forth. A will to slaughter blanketed the battlefield. The devils in his path were paralyzed, their body turning cold, rendering them incapable of reacting.

The violet crescent moon swept across the battlefield, shattering the void. Every devil in its path was reduced to a mist of blood.

Tens of thousands of devil experts perished in a single strike. Only Xue Yin remained, standing alone amidst the carnage. His entire force had been obliterated.

The power of that sword was beyond terrifying. The entire battlefield, both friend and foe alike, was left in stunned silence. Even the Luo family disciples were dumbfounded.

The last time Long Chen had unleashed a sword attack, they had been astonished. But this one surpassed it. It was truly a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering technique. They had never witnessed anything so fearsome.

Although they were familiar with the Highwind Attack and knew it was a signature move of the Highwind Sword Art, no one had ever executed it with such devastating power.

Despite their mastery of various magical arts and divine abilities, even their teachers required several breaths to accumulate power before unleashing it. They had warned the disciples that while the Highwind Attack was powerful, its lengthy charge time was a fatal flaw. They couldn’t use it lightly.

Yet Long Chen had unleashed it instantly, with a mere flick of his sword. And its power exceeded what even their violet-crown Divine Emperor teacher could achieve.

“As expected, using slightly less power and staying calm makes Sword Qi easier to control,” Long Chen mused, sheathing his sword.

His gaze locked onto the lone Xue Yin, eyes narrowing slightly.

Tch, I could only keep a calm heart and soul because they’re from the devil race. How am I supposed to remain calm against an idiot like Luo Shenghui?

He shook off the thought. He wasn’t Yue Zifeng; maintaining a clear and tranquil heart simply wasn’t his style.

In truth, Long Chen’s strength hadn’t necessarily improved, nor had his control. The difference lay in his opponent. His momentary excitement over his “improvement” had been for nothing.

Just then, Xue Yin spat out blood. His lower body remained still, but his upper half slowly slid apart.

Everyone was shocked. They had believed Xue Yin had blocked Long Chen’s attack. They had been impressed with his resilience. After all, remaining standing after such a devastating blow without summoning his heaven veins or manifestation was an impressive feat.

However, the truth was that Xue Yin had already been bisected. Even his weapon had been cleaved in two.

Yet, Xue Yin was truly powerful. Even as his body split, his will clashed against the residual Sword Qi, desperately trying to suppress it. If he could overcome it, he might have had a chance to summon his heaven veins and restore his body.

Unfortunately, he failed.

His body separated completely and collapsed. His weapon clattered to the ground. The once ambitious and vicious Xue Yin perished just like that.

Witnessing this, Lang Qing was so terrified that he immediately turned and fled.

There’s actually such a terrifying expert hidden among them? If I don’t run now, what am I waiting for?

The remaining devils scattered in all directions.

“Kill them all! Don’t let them report this!” shouted Luo Yanfeng, chasing down Lang Qing.

BOOM!

Lang Qing had already been struggling against Luo Yanfeng. Now, with his morale shattered by Long Chen’s display of power, he was struck down in an instant, coughing up blood.

At this point, even the densest devils realized that Long Chen had been concealing his true strength. The Luo family disciples understood the importance of keeping this secret and fought desperately to prevent any survivors from escaping.

However, there were too many enemies, scattering in all directions. Killing every last one seemed impossible.

Panic set in the hearts of the disciples. If even one escaped, it would be a failure.

“Violet Blood Ignites the Heavens, Yin Yang Merger!”

Long Chen pressed his thumb against his middle finger. A violet flame ignited.

With a snap of his fingers, the violet flames formed a massive taiji diagram that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.