Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts
Chapter 6187 Nine Color Deer

Chapter 6187 Nine Color Deer

Everyone was stunned by the newcomer’s sudden appearance and how effortlessly he deflected the demon expert’s attack. It was as if it had taken no effort at all.

“Long Chen? I heard Long Chen likes to wear a cloak like that!” “It’s definitely Long Chen! Who else could be this powerful?” “Heavens, the real Long Chen has appeared? The human race is saved!”

Cheers rang out from the human race’s side.

“Who are you?!” the demon expert shouted angrily.

He tried to pull back his spear, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Friend, your face is turning black. A star of misfortune hangs above you. I can tell—you don’t have long to live. Buy a coffin now. You’ll need it soon.”

“I’ll buy your mother!”

The demon expert exploded in fury and lashed out with a glowing kick, runes lighting up along his leg. Since he couldn’t retrieve his spear, he chose to strike instead.

Just as he moved, the cloaked man also moved. He lifted his foot slightly, letting the demon expert’s kick land squarely on it.

BOOM!

Blood exploded as the demon expert’s lower leg was blown apart by the impact.

“AH!”

“Why bother? The free and easy way you lived your life is a reflection of how you’ll pass your time dead. Remember, a coffin is your eternal home. Make sure to prepare a good one for yourself,” muttered the cloaked man.

With a wave of his hand, a coffin appeared. The cloaked man gestured again, and the coffin sucked the demon expert inside.

“NO!”

The demon expert let out a terrified shriek, as though he’d seen something horrifying within. He struggled, but the lid slammed shut.

Most frightening of all, his powerful aura vanished immediately. It was deathly silent. They couldn’t sense any sign of him struggling within.

“You are courting death!”

The other demon experts roared and were about to charge when a man among them raised his hand, stopping them.

This was a hundred-flame divine sprout, with an aura so potent it formed a domain of Blood Qi around him. He had antlers on his head and a blood rune glowing on his brow.

He stared coldly at the cloaked figure.

“You aren’t Long Chen. Who are you?”

When the cloaked man first appeared, this divine sprout had assumed it was Long Chen. But Long Chen was known for wielding a saber—so why was this one using a coffin?

The cloaked man waved his hand, and the coffin fell to the stage with an explosive sound. Then, he clasped his hands behind him and looked up at the sky loftily.

“The limitless palace before the limitless mountain, the limitless pine before the limitless gate. The dreams of heavenly geniuses vanish without a trace... the moment they encounter Mo Nian!”

“That’s right! He’s Mo Nian—another powerful heavenly genius of the human race!”

One person in the crowd shouted the name with recognition.

“Back when the Dragonblood Legion launched their counterattack on the ten thousand races, it inspired countless other geniuses to fight back. Mo Nian was one of them!” exclaimed another person in the crowd.

Thank goodness someone recognized me, or that would have been embarrassing... Mo Nian sighed in relief.

He pulled back his hood, revealing a youthful face still bearing a hint of baby fat—but still handsome.

“Yes, I am the handsome and wise hero! The one who uncovers lost history, the archaeologist who will revive the glories of the nine heavens—Mo Nian!”

“Uncovers... lost history...?”

The human experts stared at him in silence, faces twitching. They were clearly embarrassed to have someone like him on their side.

Back during the ten thousand races battle, several flashy human experts had emerged. But the Dragonblood Legion had stolen all the attention, especially with the Huayun Trading Company promoting them. Hence, despite their impressive achievements, the others remained relatively unknown.

In the end, Mo Nian was ignored—and he had not taken that well. Then, he went on a furious “rampage” to get more attention.

“Wait! I remember him! That’s the graverobber!” someone shouted.

“That wasn’t grave robbing—it was archeology!” Mo Nian snapped defensively.

The antler expert barked, “We don’t care who you are! Let our brother go. Or else—!”

“No need for threats. You want him back? Sure. But it'll cost you.”

Mo Nian extended his hand.

The demon experts fumed furiously. This human brat was actually trying to extort them.

“Damn humans! Back in the primal chaos era, you were just food for us demons. Since you’re so eager to die, I, Lu Chenhui, will help you. I will make sure you die fully convinced of your inferiority!” shouted the antler expert.

Lu Chenhui unleashed his aura. One hundred and seven Sovereign flames flared into view behind him, and the full power of a ninth Heavenstage Human Emperor slammed down. Once he unleashed his full power, every expert with fewer than one hundred Sovereign flames had to retreat from the surroundings.

Lu Chenhui gazed at Mo Nian coldly, seven-color divine light swirling in his eyes.

When Mo Nian saw that light, his expression changed.

“A descendant of the legendary primal chaos beast, the Nine Color Deer... No, wait... the Seven Color Deer?”

“Correct,” said Lu Chenhui proudly.

“A descendant of the Nine Color Deer?!”

The crowd—both human and demon—fell into an uproar. Even the other demon experts were shocked.

Lu Chenhui had been here from the start but had never revealed his power. Thus, not many were aware of his origins.

The Nine Color Deer was a terrifying existence from the primal chaos era with an extremely unique bloodline. It was said that when a descendant bore a seven-colored bloodline, they possessed boundless magical power. When a nine-colored bloodline emerged, even the heavens bowed before them.

It was easy to recognize descendants with their bloodline. Based on the color of their divine light, it was possible to tell the purity and power of their bloodline. The Nine Color Deer’s descendants were split into nine-color, seven-color, five-color, and three-color descendants.

After the primal chaos war, the Nine Color Deer vanished from the world. All that remained within the demon race was the Three Color Deer race. Even though their bloodline was far from pure, they still retained an illustrious position in the demon race.

The Five Color Deer were rare and legendary. But a Seven Color Deer? That was practically unheard of.

Did the appearance of a Seven Color Deer not signify that the Nine Color Deer race had been exterminated? If the Nine Color Deer race really did exist, why did they not fight for one of the leading positions in the demon race back in the primal chaos era?

“Haha, so it’s the great Nine Color Deer race! Then I take back my earlier rudeness. I wish to discuss something with you,” Mo Nian said.

He suddenly cast aside his arrogant air and laughed warmly.

Lu Chenhui sneered at this abrupt shift in tone.

But before he could say anything, Mo Nian continued.

“See, I’m currently looking for a deer pizzle. Would you be willing to sell me yours?”