Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts - Chapter 6192 Limitless Clones

Chapter 6192 Limitless Clones

A late-stage Sovereign Lord had descended, and his terrifying pressure made the very souls of onlookers tremble.

Seven-colored divine light erupted from his hand, swallowing the heavens and crushing the earth. The space around Mo Nian froze—then shattered. This was a truly apocalyptic strike.

“I’m not your daddy. Why should I listen to your demand?” Mo Nian sneered.

His Sovereign flames and ancient pine appeared once more. After that, Mo Nian extended a hand, and the golden palace mark reappeared on it. This time, it left his hand and slammed into his enemy.

The golden palace and the seven-colored palm clashed, exploding in a blinding storm of light. A muffled grunt came from the void behind the Sovereign Lord’s strike, while Mo Nian was also forced back by it.

“Heavens, what kind of magical art is that?! It can resist the power of a late-stage Sovereign Lord?!”

Everyone was shocked, including Bai Yingtian. Mo Nian’s power was like a bottomless pit, and they had no way of telling how deep it went.

What was even stranger was that his attack didn’t stir the space or even ripple his manifestation. It looked utterly ordinary. But once it erupted, its power was unimaginable. It had stood toe-to-toe with the power of a late-stage Sovereign Lord.

“A late-stage Sovereign Lord? Not that impressive,” Mo Nian mocked as he shook his numb hand. “Looks like the new era really has arrived. The Sovereign Lords of your generation are getting left in the dust. Once the divine sprouts mature, you’ll be nothing but ants.”

The experts of Bai Sovereign City were enraged but couldn’t argue back. They knew Mo Nian was speaking facts. They were preparing for the new generation of divine sprouts to rise. After that, they would truly be left behind.

A hundred-flame divine sprout was already capable of fighting a late-stage Sovereign Lord? That was all the proof they needed: their era was ending.

“Damn human brat, don’t think that was my full strength!”

A cold voice rang out as an elder tore through the void, his seven Sovereign bodies trailing behind him. Seven-colored flames swirled around him in a raging storm.

It was the patriarch of the Seven Color Deer race. Upon learning that Lu Chenhui had been captured, he immediately tore through space and came here.

With a flurry of hand seals, he roared, “Seven Color Heaven Merging Chains!”

The void exploded, revealing chains that shot out like wild pythons.

Mo Nian weaved and dodged, his figure flickering. The chains slammed into the ground with thunderous force, each strike carrying earth-shaking might.

“He’s too fast!”

The crowd could barely keep up. The chains moved like lightning, striking dozens of times in a blink. However, they still couldn’t catch Mo Nian. He danced between them like a phantom.

Still, the Seven Color Deer race patriarch’s assault was relentless, giving Mo Nian no room to counter.

“Limitless Clones!” Mo Nian shouted.

The next moment, his body became illusory, and hundreds of his figures appeared throughout the air.

“An insignificant trick!” the patriarch sneered.

His hand seals changed, and the chains became faster and agile.

They pierced through Mo Nian’s clones one by one. It wasn’t long before they all vanished, leaving only his true body.

“Little brute, hand them over, or—”

“Careful!”

The city lord’s sudden shout rang out, but it was too late.

BOOM!

A massive coffin had silently appeared behind the patriarch, and it slammed into his back like a meteor. The immense power sent him tumbling down from the sky and into the ground. Only then did everyone see Mo Nian standing behind the coffin.

“He fell for it. That’s Mo Nian’s real body!” shouted someone.

Realization struck the crowd like lightning. None of the clones had been real, not even the “last one.” Mo Nian had long since used a secret art to escape and set up his ambush.

The patriarch had slaughtered all the clones until only one remained. Then, he mistook it for the real body, making Mo Nian’s sneak attack even more effective.

“Old fart, it’s time to retire. Luckily for you, Boss Mo is magnanimous and won’t bicker over it. If it were Long Chen here, he’d cut your head off and use it for soccer practice,” Mo Nian said mockingly, pointing at the city lord.

“You…”

A vein popped on the city lord’s forehead. He shouldn’t have warned the patriarch—that had just exposed his ties to the Seven Color Deer race.

And many others heard it too. After all, not everyone was an idiot.

The city lord had instinctively warned the Seven Color Deer race’s patriarch… And what did that mean? He had secretly approved the construction of the demon race’s martial stage.

The demon race had humiliated the human race for days, and Bai Sovereign City had simply turned a blind eye. This city could no longer be considered a true human sanctuary.

People started recalling Mo Nian’s earlier words, and their hearts sank. Perhaps staying in Bai Sovereign City really was dangerous.

Suddenly, the ground exploded.

Flames soared into the heavens, burning even the runes in the sky. Then, a figure slowly floated out of the ground.

“Chenhui… forgive your patriarch for not saving you,” the elder said, his face twisted in rage. “But I swear, I’ll make this brat accompany you!”

His seven Sovereign bodies ignited, and seven-colored flames blazed through the air. Behind him, a massive deer head manifested, its mouth slowly opening to swallow the seven flaming Sovereign bodies.

Seeing this, the city lord’s face changed drastically.

He cursed, “Damn it! He’s burning his longevity to activate a forbidden art! Why is he doing all of this just to kill a Human Emperor? Everyone, retreat into the city and activate the grand formation!”

The crowd scattered in panic. A barrier rose swiftly around Bai Sovereign City.

Meanwhile, a colossal sphere of light started to condense in the deer’s mouth. The pressure was suffocating, locking Mo Nian in place.

A seven-colored whirlpool formed behind him, sealing off all escape routes.

“Brat, die!” the patriarch roared.

However, Mo Nian casually raised a hand, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed out a figure.

It was Lu Chenhui.

“What?!”

The patriarch was stunned and instinctively reached out to catch him.

However, the moment his hand touched Lu Chenhui, his face darkened. Lu Chenhui was alive, but his Sovereign flames were completely gone.

“Bastard, you crippled him!”

Fury twisted the patriarch’s features. As he prepared to unleash his forbidden technique—

WHAM!

An enormous coffin snapped shut around him like a trap.