Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5800 Frogs At the Bottom of a Well

The alarms blared once more throughout the violet blood race’s territory. Through the barrier, they could see an endless tide of devil experts pouring over like a dark tide. Seeing this, the violet blood race’s experts were shocked.

“H-how can this be?! We’ve just lost so many experts! Did they know about this?!” shouted one disciple.

The violet blood race’s disciples trembled as they stared at the advancing army. Their bodies quivered in fear.

The Luo family’s experts quickly regrouped around Long Chen. But when they saw the size of the approaching enemy—countless Devil Emperors—their hearts sank.

“These bastards... they really know how to pick their moment!”

Luo Yanfeng and the others gritted their teeth. They had barely caught their breath after the previous battles, and now another war was upon them.

The most terrifying part was the sheer scale of the enemy forces. Just the Devil Emperors alone numbered in the hundreds of thousands! In contrast, the violet blood race had at most a few thousand—including non-combatants.

Beyond the Divine Emperors, the devil race had mobilized an uncountable number of experts, their full force descending upon the violet blood race.

A mocking laugh echoed from the devil army.

“Hahaha! The human race is truly foolish. Even now, you fight among yourselves?”

The speaker was none other than the three-eyed elder from the devil race.

He now wielded a golden magic staff topped with a white bone orb, his face filled with smug satisfaction.

The devil race’s original plan had been to attack three days later. However, the internal conflict between the Bi family and the Luo family handed them an opportunity on a silver platter in less than half a day.

Although Long Chen had slain all the devil experts on that battlefield, there was no way to fully conceal what had happened. And when Long Chen stormed into the Bi family’s plaza, triggering their alarm, all the experts on the battlefield retreated to deal with it.

Like hungry hyenas, the devil race immediately seized the chance to pounce on them.

However, when the devils arrived, the humans were still killing each other, so they didn’t immediately attack. Instead, they constructed formations around the violet blood race, setting up massive underground blood channels.

This violet blood was a treasure in their eyes. They intended to secretly drain it and funnel it to their altar, using it to create the strongest generation of devil warriors.

Just then, the Elder from the violet blood race, who had previously advised Long Chen to stop fighting, muttered, “I told you! I warned you this wasn’t the time to kill each other! Now look—”

Pow!

Before he could finish, Long Chen’s palm whipped through the air and struck his face, sending him flying.

Long Chen darkly said, “If you’re just going to grumble, then fuck off. Your existence means nothing here. If anyone is afraid, then retreat and hide. The Luo family will deal with this.”

His declaration sent shockwaves through the gathered forces. The Luo family... was going to fight alone? Had they lost their minds?!

Many people thought that Long Chen was just saying this out of anger, so they didn’t take it seriously.

However, the expressions of the violet blood race’s leaders darkened when they assessed the battlefield.

“Nine late-stage Devil Emperors... This is a bit much,” said Luo Zichuan, frowning.

Luo Zichuan’s brows furrowed. Though he was only an early-stage Divine Emperor, he was confident in his ability to hold his ground against a late-stage Devil Emperor in a one-on-one fight. But this... was far from a one-on-one battle.

The violet blood race had only three experts capable of battling late-stage Divine Emperors—the race leader, the Shadow Guard, and Luo Zichuan. However, the enemy had nine.

The mid-stage’s disparity was just as overwhelming. The violet blood race had less than thirty, while the devil race had over four hundred.

As for early-stage Emperors, the numbers were so skewed that the gap wasn’t even worth mentioning.

And Heaven Saints? The enemy had too many to count. If one were to estimate, the violet blood race was outnumbered ten thousand to one.

“Plans never keep up with change,” the race leader sighed, shaking his head. “The kill points we’ve gathered are only enough to activate a portion of the Devil Sealing Diagram’s divine runes. At best, we can weaken them by twenty percent. The rest... we’ll have to handle ourselves.”

He took out a scroll covered in strange, intricate runes. The moment Long Chen saw them, a familiar sensation surged through him.

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“Original devil runes?” Long Chen asked.

“Correct. These are runes of the original devil race,” the race leader confirmed. “I had you all gather kill points to absorb the blood soul energy of those devils and trigger this Devil Sealing Diagram. According to my plan, by the time we were done probing each other and the real battle began, we would have over fifty runes—enough to suppress them to half their power. But now, we’ve only managed to activate a little over twenty. That means we can only suppress them by twenty percent.”

Hearing this, even the Shadow Guard was taken aback. No wonder the race leader had seemed so calm—he’d had such a trump card all along.

But that plan had been disrupted by Long Chen, and now there was no way to fix it.

“What if I kill these devil experts right now? Can you activate it then?” asked Long Chen.

The race leader shook his head. “No. Transforming blood soul energy takes time. We have no choice but to fight them head-on now.”

“Twenty percent is enough,” the Shadow Guard snorted coldly. “I can take on three late-stage Devil Emperors. I just wonder if the Luo family can back up their earlier bravado now.”

Even now, he was still bitter toward Luo Zichuan and Long Chen.

With a calm expression, Luo Zichuan said, “If you can manage three, then the rest is no problem for me.”

“You—!” The Shadow Guard’s face darkened.

“Shadow Guard, how old are you?” the race leader suddenly asked.

The Shadow Guard immediately fell silent. The race leader was reminding him that he was too old to be bickering with the younger generation.

Before the tension could escalate, Long Chen stepped forward. He said, “If the three of you can handle those nine late-stage Devil Emperors, then leave the rest to me.”

They were all stunned. Even Luo Zichuan couldn’t find a word to say.

Before he could say anything, Long Chen added, “Grandfather, don’t worry. After all, we’re not frogs at the bottom of a well.”

The Shadow Guard’s expression twisted in fury, and he shouted, “Who are you calling a frog at the bottom of a well?!”

The surrounding experts also bristled in anger.

“Relax. I’m not talking about you specifically—I mean everyone in the violet blood race who’s never set foot beyond this place,” said Long Chen.

“You—!” The Shadow Guard’s rage only grew. Was this brat insulting every single violet blood expert besides Luo Zichuan’s family?

“This isn’t me cursing you. It’s just a fact!” replied Long Chen. “Of course, I know you refuse to accept it, so I’ll show you a reality you can’t ignore. Soon, you’ll witness a sky far vaster than anything you’ve ever imagined. And as someone who also carries violet blood in my veins, it’s my duty to open your eyes.”

Before anyone could react, Long Chen’s body trembled slightly—then he vanished.

The next instant, he reappeared outside the barrier.

Then, a dull crack echoed through the battlefield as blood sprayed into the air.

Long Chen had smashed a brick into the head of the devil race’s leader, and with a sickening burst, his skull exploded like a shattered melon.

“What?!”