Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5767: The Devil Race’s Elites

Long Chen returned to his residence in the Luo family’s territory, preparing to continue his study of the Eight Star Battle Armor when Luo Zichuan walked in.

“It’s settled,” said Luo Zichuan.

Long Chen was excited. He stared at him in disbelief.

“Really?” asked Long Chen.

“Really. The race leader himself has granted me full access to the resources within the violet blood race. However, he also hinted that I shouldn’t make it too obvious,” Luo Zichuan replied with a smile.

“Hehe, as if we needed that warning. This kind of thing can’t see the light of day.”

Long Chen chuckled and immediately handed over his finest violet blood Heavenly Dao Fruits. Despite being mentally prepared, Luo Zichuan was still incomparably shocked when he saw the fruits with natural heaven vein marks.

At his level, Luo Zichuan could fully sense the power within the Heavenly Dao Fruits. These fruits contained the ability to seize the fortune of the heavens—consuming them was akin to defying fate itself.

No wonder Long Chen was so cautious. If news of such treasures spread, it would shake the entire world.

“Grandpa, you should let uncles distribute them. Remember, our Luo family once raised a batch of decent disciples,” said Long Chen.

After all, he had provided Heavenly Dao Fruits to the Luo family more than once before.

“I will do it personally. This time is different from last time. There cannot be the slightest mistake,” Luo Zichuan said solemnly.

Luo Zichuan ultimately decided to take them away and deal with this matter himself.

Long Chen nodded. This truly wasn’t something they could afford to be careless about. If word got out, the Bi family would undoubtedly go crazy. They would never allow the Luo family to grow even stronger.

For now, the Luo family should avoid contending with the Bi family. If they had to fight, they should ensure they wouldn’t take hideous losses. Hence, silently getting stronger was the right path.

After Luo Zichuan left, Long Chen started forming hand seals. His divine ring appeared, its stars flowing like a celestial river. Under Long Zhantian’s guidance, Long Chen’s control over his astral energy had reached new heights.

Everyone hastily nodded. Only those who had undergone the blessing knew how precious this opportunity was. They quickly regrouped and headed straight back for the battlefield.

As they arrived, the Heavenly Dao Tree within the primal chaos space quivered, and Heavenly Dao Fruits occasionally appeared.

“It seems the totemic blessing has inspired everyone to work harder,” Long Chen muttered.

The totemic blessing was no longer a secret, and the senior generation of the violet blood race definitely knew what it indicated. Thus, they had sent out all their elite disciples.

However, this meant that countless lives would be lost. Luo Zichuan had warned that by the time this war ended, perhaps over ninety percent of the violet blood race’s elite disciples would be dead. It was a brutal, bloody process of selection, ensuring only the strongest survived.

The strongest survivors would go on to compete with other branches of the violet blood race. The victors would gain entry to Sovereign Mountain, becoming part of the main forces of their race.

Long Chen and the others flew for a while after being transported to the battlefield, and they saw countless disciples fighting the devil race.

Among them were Bi family disciples who tensed at the sight of Long Chen’s group. Fear flickered in their eyes, though they tried to conceal it. However, Long Chen ignored them and advanced deeper into the battlefield.

Here, there were no clear rules—only the law of survival. Perhaps this was the true essence of the battlefield: the fittest would thrive, and the weak would perish.

Long Chen and his comrades encountered several skirmishes as they pressed forward. The ground was littered with devil corpses, while violet blood race experts continued to fall.

Soon, they reached an area devoid of their allies. Instead, they found themselves facing a formidable army of devil race elites, their bloodthirsty eyes gleaming.

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They coldly watched as Long Chen and the others approached, looking like hunters awaiting their prey.

These devils weren’t large in number—only in the tens of thousands—but their devil qi was terrifying. Their leader, a ten-foot-tall warrior wielding a massive spiked club, exuded an overwhelming sense of danger. His black runes flickered ominously, and his crocodile-like eyes gleamed with savage bloodlust.

His mouth split into a wicked grin, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

“Humans, welcome. Now die.”

With a single step, he shot forward like a shooting star.