The bone blade blew the head apart, instantly killing this expert. However, Long Chen’s anger persisted. He had not expected that even after his astral energy was strengthened in the primal chaos era, he still couldn’t crush a nine-vein Heaven Saint.

To make it worse, his opponent had suppressed his cultivation to the Earth Saint realm. Long Chen had never endured such humiliation before. His rage felt like the wrath of the heavens itself, summoning torrents of astral and Heavenly Dao energy around him.

Just as that person’s corpse thumped to the ground, space quivered. The crowned man charged over, with nine heaven vein dragon qi condensing into his hand.

“Let’s see what a legendary nine-star heir is truly made of,” the man sneered, unfazed by his comrade’s death.

Without a flicker of emotion, he launched his palm at Long Chen, sealing all paths of retreat.

Long Chen’s fighting spirit ignited, and he shouted back, “Is this the might of a primal chaos era expert? Then let me see your true strength!”

Long Chen had never met an equal in his own era. So when he faced a heavenly genius from the primal chaos era, his fighting spirit blazed to life.

In an instant, Long Chen’s starry sea quivered, and his violet qi ignited. This was the same power he’d unleashed against Ye Linfeng—igniting his astral energy, though it had damaged his meridians. But now, he didn’t care. He needed to go all out from the very start.

Long Chen swung his blade, unleashing a wave of qi at that person and forcing him to a halt.

“Not bad. You can withstand my attack with only Earth Saint-level power. But you’re far from matching the legendary warriors of the nine heavens,” the crowned man taunted. “Could it be that you’re just a fake nine-star heir?”

Space cracked beneath the crowned man as he shot forward, his nine heaven-vein dragon qi swirling like twin divine weapons around his hands. He attacked barehanded, but his fists felt as deadly as any weapon.

In response, the bone blade danced in Long Chen’s hands, unleashing over a hundred slashes in one second, each blow clashing against his opponent's palms with a thunderous impact.

After exchanging over a hundred blows, Long Chen found that his opponent's heaven vein dragon qi was filled with the laws of primal chaos, which could not be broken by the bone blade in his hand.

In a flash, it became clear—the experts here were nourished by primal chaos qi from birth, possessing bodies that were attuned with primal chaos laws. Unlike them, Long Chen wasn’t from this world, and he couldn’t absorb its primal chaos qi to the same extent.

BOOM!

With one final exchange, the two of them separated, and Long Chen felt his Blood Qi churn wildly. When he stared down at his bone blade, he saw that it was now marred with over a dozen small nicks. This wasn’t a good weapon for him. If only he had Evilmoon, he knew he’d have no trouble cleaving through his opponent’s hands, stripping away the man’s arrogance.

Most hateful of all, even with heaven and earth helping him, due to the limitations of his body, he couldn't use his power properly.

“Little brother, leave!”

Just then, heaven-shaking roars rang out, and Long Chen was shocked to find tens of thousands of figures rushing toward him.

Long Chen didn’t recognize any of them, yet they all charged forward, determined to protect him.

“The Star Master is dead, and all nine star heirs will be hunted down to the last. You have no hope! Just give up!” shouted one of the opposing experts as they moved to intercept the newcomers.

One of those newcomers was instantly slain by the crowned man’s comrades. Despite knowing that they were going to die, they still charged over.

The reinforcements charged over like moths drawn to the flame, but they couldn’t break through the blockade of these powerful experts. One after another, they turned into blood mist in front of Long Chen.

Long Chen was stunned, unable to believe it. These people didn’t even know him, so why were they sacrificing themselves to protect him? Even knowing that they would die, they still charged forward.

“Stop! Don’t sacrifice yourselves for nothing!” Long Chen roared at those people.

“It's not for nothing! The nine star line is the hope of the human race! The Star Master couldn’t have died. One day, he will return, and blood will dye the nine heavens! The human race will return to the peak of the ten thousand races...”

The cry was cut short as the one shouting was struck down by an expert wielding a serpentine spear.

The enemy expert sneered, “Remember, the human race is fit only to be slaves and food. Your race is weak, foolish, and inferior.”

Long Chen’s eyes blazed with fury as the sight of the massacre unfolded before him. The world went still; colors faded. All that remained was the pounding of his own heart, each beat like thunder.

When his killing intent surged, his starry sea started to churn, forming a massive whirlpool of astral energy.

Suddenly, with one thunderous beat of his heart, the FengFu Star within his starry sea shook, shattering the stars around it. After that, their fragments condensed into a strange rune upon its surface.

With that rune’s appearance, the FengFu Star’s aura transformed—becoming sinister, violent, bloodthirsty. It was as if a fiend had awakened, its eyes fixed upon heaven and earth.