Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5745 He Didn’t Deserve to Die!

“The divine flame is resisting?”

The violet-crown Divine Emperor was shocked by this unexpected resistance. The wounded disciple's injury was still burning with violet flames—remnants of Long Chen's power. When the Divine Emperor attempted to erase the violet flames with his own energy, they blazed stronger than ever.

The agonizing pain caused the disciple to pass out on the spot. To the Elder’s astonishment, the flames refused to be extinguished.

His expression darkened as divine light surged on his hand. Refusing to believe he could be bested by a mere Heaven Saint, he pressed his palm onto another wounded disciple.

“AHH!”

That disciple screamed like a dying pig. He convulsed, white froth spilling from his mouth before he, too, fainted.

“I refuse to believe this!” shouted the Elder.

The Elder’s fury ignited. He was a great violet-crown Divine Emperor—how could he fail to suppress the flames of a mere Heaven Saint? He turned to the third disciple.

Seeing what had happened to the previous two, the third disciple pleaded, “Great Elder, I feel like I—AHH!”

The Elder did not allow him to finish. Flames surged from his hand as he pressed down on the disciple's shoulder.

Another tortured scream echoed before it abruptly ceased as the disciple lost consciousness. His face was deformed because of the intense pain.

Three attempts, three failures. The Elder's face darkened further. This was a slap in his face with so many disciples watching.

In all his years, he had never been so embarrassed. Their three screams were like a mockery of his ineptitude.

At this moment, the one whom Long Chen had slapped was staring in horror. His dislocated jaw hung loosely as he saw the Elder's gaze lock onto him.

“AHH!”

Overcome with terror, he turned and bolted. But he had barely taken a step before the Elder grabbed his leg and dragged him back.

“Don’t you little brats like causing trouble?! Do you think you can leave without punishment?” said the Elder.

With only one left, this was his final chance. If he couldn’t suppress Long Chen’s flames, he would become a laughingstock.

Although the Elder hadn’t witnessed everything, his years of experience told him exactly what had happened.

To him, neither Long Chen nor these four troublemakers were good eggs. They all acted recklessly, treating him like a mere decoration.

“Ah! Please, spare me! I won’t dare anymore—” The last disciple shrieked as he struggled desperately.

But against a violet-crown Divine Emperor, he was like a helpless chicken. There was no escape.

“Shut your mouth! I don’t believe this won’t work either!” the Elder roared.

Flames surged from his palm, forming a whirling inferno before he slammed it onto the poor fellow’s face.

Instantly, his mouth was sealed shut. He thrashed with all his might but couldn’t break free from the Elder’s hold. As time passed, his struggles weakened until he fell limp.

The Elder smirked. “Hmph, just a mere Heaven Saint. Did you really think I couldn’t suppress these flames? Naive.”

However, when he withdrew his hand, his smile froze.

Gasps of shock echoed all around.

The fellow’s face was completely charred, almost unrecognizable. But the most horrifying part was that there were no longer any spiritual fluctuations coming from him.

“He’s... dead?”

Everyone was stunned.

The Elder was aghast. He hastily pressed his palm against the dead fellow’s head, infusing his Spiritual Strength into him in an attempt to reignite his soul’s fire. But to his horror, he found that the soul was utterly extinguished. There was no hope of saving him. In other words... this fellow was well and truly dead.

This fellow didn’t die at Long Chen’s hands. He died at the hands of the very person trying to save him. How ironic...

The Elder panicked. He had only focused on suppressing Long Chen’s violet blood divine flame, but he had forgotten that this fellow’s injuries were different from the others—his wounds were on his head.

The Elder’s brute force suppression had indeed quelled Long Chen’s flames, but in doing so, he had also snuffed out the last remnants of the man’s soul.

It was like putting out a fire by drowning the entire house, along with the people inside.

The Elder stood there blankly.

Just then, Long Chen stepped out from the light pillar. Seeing the Elder’s hand still pressed against the corpse’s head, Long Chen cried out in shock.

“Senior, I know this guy was a bit wicked, but he didn’t deserve to die!”

Even Long Chen was taken aback. He had assumed the Elder had executed the poor fellow in a fit of rage, which confused him. After all, this Elder wasn’t from the Luo family—why would he care so much?

But Long Chen’s words pushed the Elder over the edge.

He had been trying to save the man, yet now he was being accused of killing him?! His fury erupted, and he instantly turned toward Long Chen, a hand shooting toward Long Chen’s throat.

In response, Long Chen jumped and instinctively slapped him.

Pa!

A thunderous slap rang out as the Elder was sent flying into the spectators.

Cries of shock filled the air. No one dared to catch the Elder, and he crashed to the ground in a tangled heap. There was a clear bloody handprint on his face.

The surrounding disciples were utterly dumbfounded.

Did this lunatic just... slap an Elder?!

“Oh, my bad. That was just an instinctive reaction! I didn’t mean to do that,” said Long Chen, hurriedly raising his hands to express his innocence.

“You son of a bitch! You are courting death!” exclaimed the Elder.

The Elder had never expected that a disciple would dare to offend him. In his fury, he shot back up, his killing intent surging.

With a resounding clang, the Elder’s sword was unsheathed, ringing like a dragon cry.

But before he could move—

Schlick!

His sharp sword had impaled his own chest.

Long Chen’s gloomy eyes were right in front of his face, filled with murderous intent.

“Old fogey, say that again. I dare you,” Long Chen said coldly.

Killing intent surged around him. He loathed hearing those words—they were an insult to his parents. It didn’t matter that this man was an Elder of the violet blood race. It was unforgivable.

The Elder’s face paled. He could feel the terrifying destructive energy condensed within the sword piercing his chest. His life was quite literally in Long Chen’s hands.

“Y-you... do you not want to live any longer?!” shouted the Elder in a panic.

“If you have the guts, repeat what you’ve just said and we’ll see if I dare to take your little life,” said Long Chen calmly.

Had this not been the Luo family’s territory, this Elder would already be dead.

The Elder’s body quivered—whether from rage or fear, no one knew. But he didn’t dare utter another word.

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“What is going on here?!”

A group of Elders rushed in, flabbergasted by what they saw.