Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts - Chapter 6477 You Dare to Touch My Man?
Chapter 6477 You Dare to Touch My Man?
BOOM!
A giant golden sword descended from the heavens, bringing with it a torrent of golden rain that illuminated the world.
Meanwhile, Lu Ze’s astral fist was mid-swing, about to crush Fei Shuang. It was meant to be his killing blow.
Fei Shuang was utterly exhausted, while Lu Ze had forcefully restored himself to his peak through a secret art. In this state, she was no match for him.
However, the golden sword came crashing down upon his fist. Golden light then merged with his radiant starlight, blooming like a giant blinding firework.
A deafening explosion followed. Lu Ze was hurled backward, blood spraying through the air.
A woman bathed in golden divine radiance now stood between him and Fei Shuang, standing atop a brilliant golden lotus.
“Uh… Big sister?” Fei Shuang gasped.
Saved from certain death, Fei Shuang was both relieved and awed by the woman before her. She was curious about the identity of her savior.
That woman’s long black hair cascaded over her shoulders. She had a sword hung at her waist, her peerless beauty containing a sharp killing intent.
It was Bai Shishi.
She smiled faintly at Fei Shuang before turning back toward Lu Ze. In that instant, her smile vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
As her hand fell to her sword, her long hair lifted in the wind. A voice that matched her appearance rang out, a delight to listen to but sharp with killing intent.
“As a nine star heir, Long Chen risked his life for the nine star line over and over again. On his own, he drew the Brahma line’s pursuers away to save you. But as a fellow nine star heir, you collude with these outsider devils to attack Long Chen. No matter what your goal is, today, I, Bai Shishi, will definitely kill you!”
Of all Long Chen’s women, Bai Shishi had accompanied him the longest in the immortal world. She had seen firsthand what he had endured and sacrificed for the nine star line.
Though Long Chen had never mentioned these affairs to her, nor did he ever look for some kind of compensation for his actions, he had risked death for the nine star line many times. But in return, all he got was this cold betrayal.
This filled Bai Shishi with fury. Even against one of the strongest nine star heirs of the nine heavens and ten lands, Bai Shishi promised she would kill him.
She drew her sword, and golden light streaked through the air toward Lu Ze.
The previous attack had turned his arm somewhat numb, shocking him. He had faced many who cultivated metal energy, but never anyone whose power could reach such terrifying purity.
Seeing the incoming attack, Lu Ze no longer dared to hold back. He roared, summoning an astral claw to counter.
BOOM!
The sky erupted in blinding arcs of gold. Each swing of Bai Shishi’s sword drove him further back despite him unleashing his full power.
“What power!” Fei Shuang exclaimed, stunned.
Bai Shishi’s metal energy was actually not inferior to Lu Ze’s astral power in his peak condition.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the void was being sliced apart. Countless outsider experts screamed as invisible blades cut them to pieces.
“What is this?!” screamed one of them.
Invisible blades roamed like phantoms, silently reaping lives. Panic spread as the enemies realized death could strike from any direction.
“It’s wind energy! Show yourself!” One of the top experts roared and swung his divine weapon at the void. With an explosive sound, the void blew apart, revealing a beautiful figure surrounded by violent gales.
It was Tang Wan-er.
Her usual playful air was gone, replaced with a new ferocity. Those alluring eyes of hers were now filled with killing intent.
The leader’s glaive swung toward her, but it halted three feet from her body, unable to move further. A twisting wind shield had appeared in front of that glaive. No matter how the leader pushed, he couldn’t even shake that spatial shield.
Upon closer observation, this shield was composed of countless grain-sized whirlpools. Within each spun a wind blade, and together they formed an impregnable shield.
The shield was so thin it looked like a single touch would shatter it, but it had easily blocked this leader’s full-power attack.
Tang Wan-er lifted a single finger. The moment a tiny whirlpool spun into existence at her fingertip, a shrill hum cut through the battlefield.
“You dare to touch my man? Die!”
Following Tang Wan-er’s shout, a bolt of light shot through the air.
The glaive-wielding leader didn’t even have time to flinch before the light pierced his skull. As he died, his eyes were wide with disbelief, and his mouth was wide open as if he wanted to say something.
The beam of light didn’t stop. It continued through the battlefield, punching through anyone and anything in its path: flesh, bone, armor, even divine weapons shattered like paper.
Another leader had fallen. And just like Dong Mingyu’s target, this one was dead in one blow.
Dong Mingyu’s assassination had been shocking but still understandable. After all, it relied on skill, precision, and timing rather than sheer power.
Tang Wan-er’s kill, however, was a different story. Her opponent hadn’t even had time to react, defend, or flee. That meant her attack had been condensed and unleashed in an instant.
Such an instantaneous eruption of power was both terrifying and lethal.
To achieve that, two conditions were required: an immense reservoir of core energy and absolute control over it.
In the cultivation world, the instantaneous release of power was typically limited to less than one percent of a cultivator’s total core energy.
Certain secret arts allowed a burst of thirty percent, perhaps fifty, or even a full hundred percent. However, those required a moment of preparation. The more energy one tried to release, the longer it took to gather. That was common sense.
Yet Tang Wan-er had shattered that logic. The force she unleashed in that instant spoke volumes about the vastness of her core energy. She was, without question, a terrifying existence.
After felling her opponent, Tang Wan-er swiftly regrouped with Dong Mingyu. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, facing a single man—Kun Gang of the Kunpeng race.
Kun Gang stared coldly at them. Confidence radiated from him, bordering on arrogance. Within his generation, he had never regarded anyone but his elder brother, Kun Qi, as a rival.
But now, facing Tang Wan-er and Dong Mingyu together, he felt immense pressure and even danger, which made him stop.
He instinctively looked over at the other side, toward the Soul Devouring Blood Toad—the only other being here that could make him pause. He would decide what to do based on what that person did.
Just then, the void before the Soul Devouring Blood Toad rippled. A pair of colossal wings tore through the heavens, and primal chaos qi surged outward.
A divine bird appeared, one that caused Kun Gang’s pupils to shrink.
“Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird!”
