Nine Star Hegemon Body Art - Chapter 5365 Kill All
Chapter 5365 Kill All
Bu Qingyan’s chest was pierced through, with thunderforce ravaging her wound, paralyzing her. With a lost expression, she slowly turned back.
However, there was no one there. Long Chen was standing far away, still in a throwing stance.
“How is this possible?” Bu Qingyan stared at her chest, feeling her life force rapidly slipping away. Her heart was consumed by rage and resentment.
She hadn’t even sensed the danger when Long Chen struck, nor did she feel the sword piercing her. It was as if the attack came out of nowhere.
Long Chen stared at her coldly. In truth, that sword hadn’t been aimed at her specifically; it wasn’t aimed at anyone. She had simply turned toward the Hidden Dragon Legion, placing herself in the sword’s path. The thunderforce on the blade effortlessly broke through her divine protection and penetrated her body.
This was a predictive attack—a technique that seemed simple but was nearly impossible to execute with such precision. Yet Long Chen had done it.
Paralyzed by the thunderforce, Bu Qingyan was helpless as she saw a figure rushing toward her. She tried to raise her weapon to protect herself, but her body refused to obey. In her final moments, she could only watch as Xiao Yue’s sword severed her head.
Xiao Yue caught Bu Qingyan’s head. Through gritted teeth, she sneered, “Bitch, my sisters will be happy to have your head as an offering.”
After that, Xiao Yue tied Bu Qingyan’s head to her belt and flew at a divine son. Her ferocity sent chills down the spines of countless onlookers.
Her sword danced through the air, forming a whirlwind of suicidal killing moves. Seeing this, the divine son was too terrified to fight properly and was repeatedly forced back.
Inspired by Xiao Yue’s ferociousness, Tang Wan-er’s other retainers took the initiative to attack before the divine sons and daughters could turn toward the Hidden Dragon Legion. They fought with reckless abandon, indifferent to their own survival. Their only thought was revenge, and only the blood of their enemies could bring any comfort to the spirits of their fallen sisters.
At this point, the Hidden Dragon Legion had abandoned their formation, scattering to hunt down the fleeing disciples. From the moment the battle started, it had been a one-sided slaughter. Now, tens of thousands of bodies littered the ground—a chilling and gruesome sight.
While the divine sons and daughters were held at bay by the retainers, Tang Wan-er swiftly dispatched them, often with a single strike. In just a short time, all the divine sons and daughters were dead.
With only the regular disciples remaining, one of them suddenly dropped his weapon and knelt, pleading for mercy, “Don’t kill us! Please, we didn’t do anything! We didn’t know anything at all! The ones who hurt you have been killed. The leaders are dead!”
In seconds, the others followed suit, throwing down their arms and begging for their lives. The Hidden Dragon Legion’s warriors hesitated, their swords hovering in midair.
The battlefield fell silent. Of the original 57,000 disciples, fewer than 20,000 remained. Those left alive trembled in fear, while the pavilion’s higher-ups clenched their jaws, powerless to stop the slaughter. Everyone watching was stunned. Nothing like this had ever happened in the long history of the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
Sixteen divine sons and daughters—all killed. Most of their heads dangled on Xiao Yue’s belt. Those whose heads weren’t there had been too mangled to hang.
Facing the disciples who had surrendered, the Hidden Dragon warriors hesitated. Although they despised them for their past bullying, they found it difficult to kill those now kneeling and begging for mercy.
“Damn brutes, just you wait!” the assistant pavilion masters seethed. They had watched their descendants fall but hadn’t dared to intervene. Their fury was palpable, but they didn’t have the courage to step onto the battlefield. They wanted to tear Long Chen and the Hidden Dragon Legion apart.
As for Feng Xinyue, she remained seated, smiling as she watched what was happening. She seemed very pleased by the events unfolding.
Tang Wan-er stood beside Long Chen, her body drenched in blood, her expression cold and unyielding. Even though she had slain many and her sword dripped with the blood of countless disciples, her eyes still burned with killing intent. No matter how many enemies she killed, it wouldn’t bring her fallen sisters back.
Seeing the disciples on their knees, she turned to Long Chen, silently asking for his direction. If he gave the word, she would finish them off.
“You should decide for yourself,” replied Long Chen.
Given Long Chen’s character, there was no need to ask his opinion. These people had all participated in this scheme—setting up the trap. When they placed the Inverse Wind Stones, they had not once thought about leaving the Hidden Dragon Legion alive.
After enduring this battle, Long Chen believed that Tang Wan-er had already matured. She understood now that compassion for the enemy was cruelty to oneself. The principles of mercy didn’t apply on the battlefield.
With a determined nod, Tang Wan-er approached the kneeling disciples. As she neared, her killing intent flared, and the Hidden Dragon warriors readied their weapons. There would be no mercy—no one had ever shown them any.
“What’s the point of begging now? When you set your trap to kill us, did you give us a chance to kneel and plead for our lives? Can my dead sisters be brought back if I beg for mercy?” Tang Wan-er’s voice trembled with fury as her resolve solidified with each step.
“Don’t kill us! Please, I beg you—”
Before they could finish, space twisted around them, and the battlefield vanished. In an instant, they reappeared in the plaza.
Once they were back, the surviving disciples cheered, thinking that they were safe. One of them even had the gall to curse.
“You damn bitches, your deaths are coming! Just wait and—"
Tang Wan-er swung her sword, turning them all into blood mist. In the end, their fate didn’t change.
“Capture these brutes! Don’t let them escape!” roared an assistant pavilion master.
Countless experts began to surround Long Chen and the others, but Long Chen merely glanced at them with disdain. He then turned to Feng Xinyue.
“Senior, we’ve taken half of our revenge. Now, I need to send some old fellows’ heads to our fallen sisters. I trust you have no objections?”
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