Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5329 Ten Thousand Divine Wind Streams

Yan Beifei was undeniably powerful, with incredible speed and deceptive tactics. But unluckily for him, his opponent was no ordinary fighter—Long Chen was always in battle or preparing for the next one. His combat experience was practically overflowing.

So, when Yan Beifei switched movement arts and attempted a surprise attack from behind, Long Chen casually swung his hand, sending Yan Beifei flying. The poor guy tumbled through the air and smashed into the ground, creating a large hole.

Unfortunately, the Wind God Island had only a shallow layer of dirt, with solid rock underneath. When Yan Beifei blew through the dirt and collided with the rock, the impact was so fierce that it flung spectators into the air, nearly causing them to cough up blood.

“What?!”

Everything had happened so quickly that the crowd couldn’t react. They stared in disbelief at the hole.

The next moment, the earth quivered and Yan Beifei flew out of it. His hair was in disarray, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. But everyone’s attention was on a bruising handprint on his face.

As Tang Wan-er often spoke about Long Chen, everyone was aware that she had a powerful sweetheart. However, Yan Beifei had never viewed Long Chen as a challenge, as the latter was only a Sage King. But everything changed when the slap landed on his face.

“You bastard, you only know how to use underhanded tricks!” Yan Beifei bellowed, enraged.

The ground trembled as wind energy condensed around him. When his Heavenly Fate Disk appeared, divine light filled the sky as he charged at Long Chen again, fully provoked. As a divine retainer, Yan Beifei held himself in supreme regard. To be slapped in the face in public was not something his pride could tolerate.

As Yan Beifei unleashed his full power, the surrounding disciples couldn’t endure his might and were blown back by the qi waves surging out of him.

“Shameless thing, you tried to launch a sneak attack on me but called my slap underhanded? Just how does that stupid brain of yours work?” Long Chen sneered in response.

Long Chen didn’t unleash his own aura as Yan Beifei went all-out. He just stood there on the Wind God Stone, looking at his opponent coldly.

“Die!” Yan Beifei screamed in frustration, unable to argue against Long Chen.

As an azure rune appeared on Yan Beifei’s hand, he slammed his palm down. His powerful aura crashed down on Long Chen, forcing him into a frontal clash. But as they neared each other, Long Chen sidestepped slightly, easily dodging.

“What?!” Yan Beifei, and everyone else watching, were shocked.

Yan Beifei’s Heavenly Fate Disk had covered the area with his wind domain, supposedly locking Long Chen in place. According to reason, no matter how Long Chen moved, it would be useless. Yan Beifei’s palm was guaranteed to strike him.

But despite all that, Long Chen still managed to dodge, which proved that Yan Beifei was fundamentally incapable of locking Long Chen down. But if that were the case, Yan Beifei should have sensed it.

The poor dude was baffled. He was certain his wind domain had trapped Long Chen, yet his attack missed. While Yan Beifei tried to process this, Long Chen didn’t hesitate, swinging his hand and striking the other side of Yan Beifei’s face.

BOOM!

Yan Beifei was sent flying once more.

“You can't even gauge your opponent’s strength before trying to trap them. You’re so stupid that there’s no helping you. For someone like you to dare look down on everyone else, I really don’t understand where your confidence comes from,” Long Chen taunted, looking down at Yan Beifei, who was now buried in another crater.

Although Long Chen hadn’t unleashed any aura, the crowd started to sense an overwhelming mental energy emanating from him. It felt like the aura of an emperor overlooking his empire, making everyone feel small and insignificant in front of it.

This feeling was unclear and indescribable. It was a kind of mental pressure, as well as a pressure of the will that made them automatically submit.

Yan Beifei’s face burned with humiliation as he rose to his feet. After all, he had been beaten down consecutively. Roaring in anger, he summoned countless wind blades that whirled in his hands with ear-piercing sounds.

“That’s the Ten Thousand Divine Wind Streams! Has Yan Beifei gone crazy?!” shouted a disciple by Qing Xi’s side.

The Ten Thousand Divine Wind Streams was a famous killing move in the Wind God Sea Pavilion, capable of compressing all the wind energy of heaven and earth. After the wind energy of heaven and earth formed a resonance with the user’s wind energy, they could use their Doyen energy to detonate all the wind energy in a terrifying explosion.

It was typically forbidden in sparring matches due to its high risk of accidentally killing the opponent, unless a powerful expert was present to oversee and control the battle.

However, in his fury, Yan Beifei unleashed the technique anyway. This clearly showed that he wasn’t just aiming to defeat Long Chen—he wanted to kill him.

“Die!” Yan Beifei roared, ignoring the warnings of those around him as he hurled a sphere of wind blades toward Long Chen.

On the other hand, Long Chen merely smiled coldly at the incoming attack. He calmly raised his hand to meet it, causing Qing Xi and the others to gasp in fear.

Long Chen had yet to release his aura or even enter a combat state, which left Qing Xi in disbelief. She assumed that Long Chen didn’t understand how terrifying Yan Beifei's attack was, and her face turned pale with fright.

However, just as Long Chen’s palm was about to touch that sphere of wind blades, his body seemed to dissolve into thin air.

“What?!” Yan Beifei was stunned. He had unleashed the full power of his attack, yet his target had vanished. The wind blades immediately spun out of control.

With his eyes wide in shock, Yan Beifei roared, throwing the chaotic wind sphere forward while leaping back to distance himself. But it was too late. The wind blades erupted in an explosion of violent qi waves that crashed into him, causing him to cough up blood.

When the dust settled, Yan Beifei was left battered and bloodied, his torn robes revealing countless bloody wounds. Despite managing to toss out the attack at the last moment, he couldn’t fully withstand the force of the explosion.

As the onlookers stood frozen in disbelief, Long Chen reappeared behind Yan Beifei. Sensing danger, Yan Beifei whipped around—only to be met with Long Chen’s foot striking him hard in the butt.

“Goodbye!” Long Chen said calmly as Yan Beifei was sent crashing into the ground like a meteor, leaving a massive crater behind him.

BOOM!

The surrounding experts were pale with fear, too frightened to make a sound.

All of a sudden, Yan Beifei shot into the air, divine light surging through his manifestation. His aura changed drastically, and a sharp divine pressure flooded the battlefield.

“He’s using divine energy?!” shouted a disciple.

Yan Beifei’s face was twisted with fury, his expression terrifying. Drawing his plain blue sword, he glared murderously at Long Chen.

“I’m going to kill you, you damn ant!”

Before Long Chen could respond, a voice rang out, cutting through the tension. The sound of it struck Long Chen like a bolt of lightning.

“If you dare to harm a single hair on his head, I will cut you into a thousand pieces.”

He slowly raised his head, turning toward the distant figure.