Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6036 I Was Waiting For You to Say That

There were just over thirty people in the palace. For such a grand structure to house so few made it feel cold and desolate.

Among them, ten were young cultivators like Long Chen, but each emanated an aura as vast as the sea. Their gazes were sharp, their presence imposing.

Long Chen’s heart quivered slightly. So this was the strength of the Dragon Domain’s heavenly geniuses.

Among those ten, Long Chen spotted the woman he had exchanged blows with—Senior Qing Yi, as someone had called her.

There were four women and six men in total. Each one radiated immense pressure. It was the first time Long Chen felt such overwhelming might from others in the same realm as him.

Only Qing Yi seemed to not have much hostility toward him. The others were not looking at him in a friendly way.

But it wasn’t their fault. After all, Long Chen was still holding his funny-looking spear. It was a blatant provocation toward all of them.

The rest of the people present were all true Sovereign Lords, and among them were even double-body Sovereign Lords.

At the center of the palace sat an elder on a throne. The instant Long Chen laid eyes on him, his hair stood on end. The man’s aura alone dwarfed everyone else’s combined.

Fortunately, it was simply the elder’s natural presence, not a targeted pressure. Though terrifying, it didn’t press down on Long Chen with hostility.

As the palace master and Long Chen entered, all eyes fell upon them. Both of them looked calm and composed in the face of a room full of apex experts.

Long Chen had been through many trials. Though the lineup here was formidable, it wasn’t enough to frighten him.

“Among Heaven Saints, no one can rival me across the heavens? And in the Dragon Domain, you’re the number one hero? What arrogance! Every word drips with ignorance and foolishness,” sneered a red-haired youth among the ten young experts.

Long Chen didn’t respond. He simply pointed at the line the man had deliberately skipped: Concede or fight!

The red-haired youth snorted and was about to step forward when the elder on the throne said, “Xue Tu, don’t be rude!”

After stopping that red-haired man, the elder turned to the palace master. He asked, “You have Sovereign blood and immense power. You are one of the pillars of the dragon race. Is your return to aid the rise of the sovereign dragon race?”

It was the same voice that had dispelled the palace master’s Sovereign might with a single word earlier.

The palace master had said that this elder’s cultivation had definitely reached the third Heavenstage of the Sovereign Lord realm or higher. Yet despite his strength, his tone was gentle, unlike most dragon experts. He even seemed kind.

“If he wishes to return to the sovereign dragon race, there are rules to follow. No one is so exceptional that they can disregard the rules,” a double-body Sovereign Lord interjected coldly.

Long Chen curled his lips. Just as expected—one played good cop, the other bad. They were probing the palace master’s intentions.

Without hesitation, the palace master said, “I have come here with Dean Long Chen for the Sovereign Domain.”

Hearing this, all the experts inside the palace were startled. They stared at him in disbelief, even forgetting to mock Long Chen’s dean title.

“A mere double-body Sovereign Lord dares to dream of entering the Sovereign Domain?!” roared a middle-aged expert.

“You talk too much,” the palace master said coldly.

With a single step, he appeared before the speaker and launched a slap toward him.

As if anticipating the move, the middle-aged expert also struck back with his own palm. Two phantom images appeared in their hands, converging into tiny whirlpools.

Bang!

The elder grunted and stumbled back several steps. Every step made the palace quiver.

Long Chen’s eyes widened. The power of a double-body Sovereign Lord was supposed to be world-shaking, yet here, it was clearly being suppressed. This ancient palace was far from ordinary.

Long Chen had been prepared, fearing the palace would be torn apart. But it seemed that all the force of the exchange had dispersed harmlessly.

The elder’s face turned crimson, as if blood might ooze from his pores. Long Chen could tell he had been wounded, but he was stubbornly holding back the urge to cough up blood.

If he just spat it out, the pressure in his body would ease and the injury would stabilize. But he refused to do so. Long Chen worried his face would burst at this rate.

The palace master’s attack enraged the other dragon experts. He was clearly looking down on them.

“If you feel I’m unqualified to speak, perhaps I should cut off a few of your heads first,” the palace master said as he turned to the elder on the throne.

“Domain Protector, this person is too arrogant! Even if he is a descendant of our sovereign dragon race, we cannot let him off lightly!” the injured expert finally managed to bark out.

“Alright then,” said the palace master.

The moment the palace master reached back for his sword, a sharp killing intent radiated throughout the palace.

Even before the sword was drawn, a devastating power already started to surge. Not even the palace’s suppression could contain it.

The elder’s expression finally changed, and he quickly raised a hand. “Let’s talk nicely.”

Only then did the palace master slowly relax and withdraw his hand.

Long Chen was still too shocked to speak. Just now, he had felt the aura of the High Firmament Divine Sword—even through the palace’s suppression.

It possessed immense destructive power. And that was before it had absorbed the power of heaven and earth. If both forces were allowed to fuse… what kind of catastrophe would that unleash?

Very quickly, someone came by with chairs for everyone.

Seeing this, Long Chen held back a smile.

It’s exactly like what the palace master said—without strength, you can only kneel and talk. With strength, you can stand and talk. But with absolute power… you can finally sit and talk.

Only when both sides were evenly matched could the conversation proceed peacefully. It was funny but also brutally real.

Now Long Chen understood why the palace master still carried the High Firmament Divine Sword despite his already formidable cultivation base. It was the only weapon capable of shocking the Dragon Domain’s experts into civility.

Regrettably, Long Chen hadn’t gotten to see it in action yet.

The divine weapon that controlled the karmic luck of the most ancient academy of the nine heavens and ten lands… just what kind of existence was it?

Once seated, the expressions of the Dragon Domain’s experts remained unpleasant. They still didn’t accept this situation, nor did they understand why the Domain Protector was treating the palace master so cautiously.

So what if he had a divine weapon? Didn’t they have divine weapons as well? What would happen to the Heaven Dragon Law Domain’s dignity then?

The palace master got straight to the point. “I have no interest in returning to the sovereign race. I have no desire to enter the Sovereign Domain either. My mission is to send Long Chen to the Sovereign Domain.”

“Opening the Sovereign Domain consumes an astronomical amount of resources. To date, we’ve only sent seventeen people. Now, with tribulation timing nearing its optimal window, we have only one chance left. Our dragon race’s geniuses have been fighting like mad for it, and you want to give that spot to a human? Don’t you think that’s a joke?” sneered one of the Sovereign Lords.

“Long Chen must enter the Sovereign Domain. Name your conditions!” said the palace master coldly.

“There are no conditions! It’s impossible!”

“It’s not impossible,” another elder interrupted. “But… Long Chen must be able to defeat any one of the ten. Then, we will willingly give him the final spot. If he loses, he must leave immediately, and you cannot interfere again—”

Before the elder could finish, both Long Chen and the palace master spoke in perfect unison:

“I accept.”

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