Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5442 Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign’s Trust

After enduring hours of relentless pressure from the chaotic spatial stream, Long Chen was finally ejected, flung out like a cannonball. Stabilizing himself mid-air, he immediately sensed something unusual—his dragon blood quivered faintly. The air was saturated with the aura of the dragon race.

Yet, instead of feeling a sense of belonging, Long Chen was met with a wave of discomfort. The aura carried a revolting undertone, tainted by the unmistakable scent of dragon blood.

“Put them in their place for me. Cut off the rotten flesh. If the bones are decaying, carve them out. If it weren’t for the fact that the dragon race has so little left, I’d expel all of these unfilial descendants,” a deep, ancient voice resonated in Long Chen’s mind.

It was the voice of the primal chaos Dragon Sovereign. Long Chen hadn’t heard it since his battle with the Silver-Haired Void Crusher, but stepping into the Dragon Domain seemed to have awakened it.

“Senior, I...” Long Chen hesitated. He could feel the weight of the task being entrusted to him. But was it really appropriate for him, a human, to intervene in the affairs of the dragon race?

“Don’t concern yourself with that,” the Dragon Sovereign replied calmly. “Act as you always do. I trust you. If you can’t change them, then it’s alright to kill them all.”

Long Chen jumped. Killing them all? Just how disappointed did this ancestor have to be in order to say such a thing?

Long Chen had considered evading this responsibility. After all, he was a human. How could the proud dragon race let itself be commanded by a human? Let alone the prideful dragon race, even other races would resist such a thing with all their might.

But then, after pondering for a bit, Long Chen decided to do it. After all, the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign had aided him many times without asking for anything in return. For him to reject its first request would be deeply disrespectful. Moreover, their relationship was akin to that of master and disciple. If the master gave an order, the disciple had to follow them. How could he possibly shirk this responsibility?

“I understand. Senior, rest easy. I will deal with this,” replied Long Chen solemnly.

“I entrust everything to you,” the Dragon Sovereign’s voice echoed faintly before fading away.

With that, the burden on Long Chen grew heavier. This wasn’t a simple matter; it was critical to the survival and future of the dragon race. How could he not see the importance of this task?

“Leave it to me!” Long Chen raised his hand to the sky, clenching his fist in a gesture of victory.

No matter how difficult a problem was, there had to be a way to solve it. Long Chen had power, wits, his own special methods, and the ability to win people over—whether by acting noble or conning them with a petty little person’s tricks.

Recently, Long Chen had felt unstoppable, and this mission only heightened his sense of purpose. The more challenging something was, the more he wanted to do it.

This wasn’t just a request; it was a sacred duty entrusted to him by the Dragon Sovereign. He vowed to accomplish it, no matter the difficulty. Otherwise, how else would he live up to the Dragon Sovereign’s years of guidance?

Closing his eyes, Long Chen attuned himself to the fluctuations of dragon blood in the air. The strongest concentration pointed him toward the heart of the Dragon Domain.

With Dragonbone Evilmoon strapped to his back, he shot forward like a streak of black lightning, leaving a trail of dark smoke behind him.

“Evilmoon, can you do something about this smoke? Someone might think that my stomach has a big issue,” Long Chen muttered, glancing back at the unsightly black trail.

“Don’t rush,” Evilmoon replied. “The laws of primal chaos have reawakened my core energy, expelling the sealed forces within me. Once the process is complete, the smoke will cease. For now, bear with it.”

The black smoke exuding from Evilmoon had indeed lessened compared to before, now gushing out only from its central part, which just happened to be right next to Long Chen’s butt. It was too easy for people to misunderstand, especially if he was running.

Feeling helpless, Long Chen could only continue onward, though at a more relaxed pace. After all, he had entered the Dragon Domain and wanted to survey the situation first before making any bold moves.

However, the further Long Chen ventured, the worse the sight became. The once-proud land of the dragon race was barren and lifeless; mountains stood desolate, with no vegetation in sight. He also saw dragon bones scattered throughout the land, half-buried in the soil.

As a prideful race, dragons typically chose to reside in places of enchanting natural beauty. Even the Dragon Domain in the outside world, which was destroyed by internal wars, didn’t look like this.

The dragon race revered their traditions and treated their own with utmost care. Even traitors were rarely left to rot in the wilderness; their remains were usually handled with respect.

Yet here, scattered across the barren terrain, lay the decaying bodies of dragons. Long Chen’s heart sank as he surveyed the grim sight. Could this be why the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign said that even killing all of them was no problem? It seemed that its descendants had failed it big time.

As Long Chen pressed forward, the desolation worsened. More bodies littered the landscape, and the air grew thick with the metallic stench of dragon blood. The revulsion he felt earlier now made sense—it was the overwhelming presence of fresh dragon blood permeating the atmosphere.

Soon, the bodies disappeared, replaced by massive bloodstains soaking the ground. Suddenly, explosive sounds and guttural dragon roars broke the stillness. Long Chen tensed, accelerating toward the commotion.

The rumbling grew closer, and Long Chen quickly saw dozens of figures fighting. They were all young experts of the dragon race, all with Heaven Saint cultivation bases. Their strikes were merciless, each aimed to kill. This was no sparring match—it was a savage battle to the death.

Three dragon experts lay on the ground nearby, on their last breaths. Long Chen frowned as he approached. He didn’t recognize which branches these two groups were from, but such infighting deep within the Dragon Domain was a glaring testament that it was truly in chaos.

Without hesitation, Long Chen crouched beside the injured dragons—two men and one woman—and fed them each a medicinal pill. Their fading auras stabilized, and their grievous wounds started to mend.

“A human?! Die!”

Just then, the experts from both sides noticed Long Chen and attacked him at the stime.