Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts
Chapter 6196 Netherdragon Tianshao

Chapter 6196 Netherdragon Tianshao

Mo Nian had defeated multiple hundred-flame divine sprouts from the demon race, suppressed a late-stage Sovereign Lord of the Seven Color Deer race, and even fended off the city lord of Bai Sovereign City—who had been boosted to the ninth Heavenstage through the divine statue’s power.

News of this battle quickly swept across the world.

Because the demon race had set up a martial stage in front of Bai Sovereign City to provoke the human race, many major factions had sent some scouts to observe and gather information.

However, Mo Nian’s performance exceeded everyone’s expectations. Word of the battle spread like wildfire through the various major factions.

Some even said that this feat outshone Long Chen’s battle in the mixed beast race’s territory. After all, Mo Nian had gone up against an entire city alone and left unscathed.

Mo Nian’s fame surged like the morning sun.

However, when people started investigating his background, things turned awkward.

Mo Nian had arrest warrants from countless factions—for grave-robbing. In their eyes, he was a criminal with too many sins to count.

Even factions like the Zither Sect and Chess Sect hadn’t been spared. Apparently, Mo Nian had even taken a trip to the Jiuli race, but he was discovered before he could act.

The nine heavens and ten lands were vast, filled with countless races and sects, but a surprising number of them had been “visited” by Mo Nian. He didn’t always succeed... but he always tried.

Originally, this battle should have elevated him to the status of a hero of the human race. But once his history surfaced, many didn’t know whether to admire him or feel secondhand shame. It was indeed awkward.

Still, no one could deny his strength. Having someone like him on the human side was undeniably a good thing.

Moreover, it was well known that Mo Nian and Long Chen were sworn brothers. The two of them would definitely become central pillars of the human race. With the heaven region’s battlefield looming on the horizon, anticipation among the human race ran high.

Of course, there were also detractors.

Some sneered at the two of them, claiming they were simply showing off with what little power they had. According to these critics, once the heaven region’s battlefield opened, the real monsters would emerge. They were simply still lying dormant, quietly building their strength.

In their eyes, Long Chen and Mo Nian were just the loud ones. Once those monsters came out, the two of them would not be qualified to be arrogant.

But even so, Mo Nian’s battle held undeniable weight. At the very least, it had forced the demon race to retreat.

Although the Nine Color Deer race issued a public declaration that they would tear Mo Nian to pieces, they didn’t actually retaliate against the human race. Whether that was due to fear or calculation, no one knew, but things quieted down for a while.

With more heavenly geniuses beginning to surface, many sought to make a name for themselves. The most obvious targets were members of the human race.

However, Mo Nian’s dominance suppressed them all.

Hundred-flame divine sprouts? They no longer had the qualifications to stand tall in this era.

From that battle alone, it became clear that perhaps only someone with two hundred Sovereign flames could challenge him—and even then, their odds of victory were slim.

Some people guessed that Mo Nian had condensed three hundred Sovereign flames, but was using a secret art to cover them. If true, that meant only another divine sprout with three hundred flames could compete with him.

Yet, such beings were incredibly rare—even among divine sprouts. Any such individual would be deep in seclusion, preparing for the heaven region’s battlefield. No one would waste time challenging Mo Nian now. Who would be so bored as to come out of seclusion to compete with Mo Nian?

Mo Nian’s action bought the human race time—much like Long Chen’s counterattack against the ten thousand races. Many experts felt genuine gratitude toward him.

As time passed, those who had come out of seclusion returned to it after witnessing Mo Nian’s power. They felt that showing off with their little bit of power would be too embarrassing.

One month... two months... three... four.

The days leading up to the opening of the heaven region’s battlefield were disappearing fast.

During this time, the entire world was slowly blanketed by a shadow. The laws of the Heavenly Daos grew increasingly erratic. A dark, oppressive aura loomed over the land, suffocating everyone.

It was just like a heaven-encompassing beast was slowly approaching. People swore they could smell the end approaching.

...

BOOM!

A mountain range exploded. The earth split apart as a black dragon burst from the depths.

With a single flick of its tail, the void shattered. Space-time fragmented and scattered across the air. The dragon slowly transformed into a man in black robes, wearing a golden crown.

His gaze crackled with divine energy, and when he blinked, primal chaos runes flickered in his eyes—as if he could see through past and future. He stood like a god who had descended upon the mortal world. Black qi swirled around him, and the laws of the world bowed before him.

“Hahaha, ultimate mastery over nether laws! Long Chen, I really have to thank you! If you hadn’t crushed the Sovereign King Crown, how could my Netherdragon race have gained such a flood of karmic luck? Now that the Netherdragon Ancestral Soul has awakened, all the karmic fortune of the Netherdragon race is mine! Add to that the laws of the Netherworld... and who in the world can stand against me?

“Alright. In return, I—Netherdragon Tianshao—will leave you an intact corpse!

The man laughed wildly as the world crumbled around him.

...

Within the Heaven Dragon Law Domain’s palace, the Domain Protector and several patriarchs stared solemnly at the glowing message hovering in front of them.

“When Long Chen destroyed the Sovereign King Crown, we thought our Heaven Dragon Law Domain would inherit the lion’s share of the dragon race’s karmic luck,” one patriarch said grimly. “But the Netherdragon race received just as much.”

“They’re gathering all the traitors for a full-frontal assault,” another added. “And the worst part? They’re producing divine sprouts like weeds. It’s unbelievable. How can a single, obscure race hoard so much karmic luck?”

“I suspect this is the work of the Nether Emperor,” someone murmured. “But I don’t understand how the Netherworld could empower the Netherdragon race to seize our karmic luck.”

Everyone fell silent.

The Netherworld had been thrown into chaos since the Nether Emperor’s downfall. In theory, he should be too occupied to meddle elsewhere.

“Could it be that the Nether Emperor has recovered? Perhaps he used the Netherworld’s karmic luck to help the Netherdragon race seize the dragon race’s karmic luck?”

The Domain Protector finally said, “There’s no point in speculation. One thing is clear—traitors must be purged!”

“Lord Long Chen is still in seclusion. I wonder what instructions he’ll give once he emerges?” asked one of the elders.

“With Long Chen’s temperament,” the Domain Protector replied, “he won’t bother with small skirmishes. Once the traitors are gathered... he’ll crush them all at once.”

Buzz.

Suddenly, the hall pulsed with light. The patriarchs looked up in surprise and delight.

“The children have started to emerge from seclusion.”