Chapter 6341 Nine Hundred Seventy-Seven Sovereign Flames
Chapter 6341 Nine Hundred Seventy-Seven Sovereign Flames
As Long Chen’s Sovereign flames fluctuated, a powerful karmic-luck flame enveloped him. After killing the other vile dragon leader with 997 Sovereign flames, Long Chen’s own count rose to 977.
“The more Sovereign flames I have, the harder it is to condense new ones. Now, slaying someone with 997 Sovereign flames only gave me ten flames. If I killed Long Xu, would I maybe get five? Three? Less?” Long Chen sighed.
The way his flames accumulated made it clear his Sovereign flames were fundamentally different from those of ordinary dragon experts.
“With my current Sovereign flame energy, I can definitely crush Long Wu,” Long Chen said, testing the new power that hummed through his limbs. “Before this, the seven gates’ output was too wild for me to fully control. I had to channel it through Evilmoon, and even then it was split and weakened. Otherwise that strike would have killed Long Wu eight times over.”
Long Chen had been confident in his fight against Long Wu, but he was caught off-guard by the power of the seven gates. At first, everything was under control. But as more and more energy came out, it became too much for Long Chen to handle, and he had to rely on Evilmoon.
With his Sovereign flames rising, his body and spirit became stronger. Now, his flesh, blood, and bones could refine and hold more astral force.
He knew a powerful body was the key to controlling such energy. What would happen once he opened the eighth gate? Would that be the true awakening of the Eight Star Battle Armor?
Based on past experience, every new star required him to perfect the previous battle armor before advancing. He had been stuck at eight stars for too long, yet he believed that once all eight gates roared at full power, he could finally take that last step—the Nine Star Battle Armor, his ultimate target.
His Sovereign flames retreated into his body, merging into his flesh, blood, bones, and soul. This process was the opposite of the dragon race’s method.
Normally, Di Mengyao and the others would condense a core flame within, then draw upon the energy of heaven and earth to form a seed that appeared outside the body to receive their blessing. Without that blessing, the sprout would quickly vanish, forcing them to start anew.
As for Long Chen’s Sovereign flames, he never condensed them himself. His Supreme Bone absorbed foreign Sovereign flames, transformed them, and made them his own. All he needed was to fuse them into his body and claim total control.
Once merged, those flames became an immense boost to his physical strength. Without them, advancing his Eight Star Battle Armor would have been far more difficult. Moreover, with the support of his dragon blood, violet blood, and Supreme Blood, everything flowed smoothly. Long Chen’s raging aura gradually calmed down as the Sovereign flames fell under his control.
Three days later, the fusion was complete. Every Sovereign flame had been refined a second time and now pulsed under his absolute control.
When Long Chen opened his eyes, Long Xu stood respectfully at his side, bowing low.
“Master!”
“You don’t need to lower your head so much,” said Long Chen lightly. “Even without seeing your face, I can sense your ambitions in your soul. 998 Sovereign flames—you’ve caught up to Long Wu. Perhaps that qualifies you to challenge him. But in front of me, you are still nothing.”
His gaze pierced the vile dragon kneeling before him, cutting through to the restless struggle hidden in Long Xu’s heart.
“Long Xu does not dare!”
Long Xu’s face paled, unable to hide the flicker of terror in his eyes. With 998 Sovereign flames condensed, his strength had grown, and so had his arrogance.
He had secretly tested using the vile dragon race’s divine ability to screen Long Chen’s slave seal. When there was no reaction, he had been overjoyed. He thought the seal wasn’t that strong—if he struck first and killed Long Chen in a single blow, freedom would be his.
Unbeknownst to him, his so-called screen was completely ineffective against the seal, which was why there was no reaction.
Long Chen could read his thoughts completely, which showed just how terrifying the slave seal was.
If not for that blind confidence that led him to probe Long Chen, he would already be a corpse. When Long Xu realized this, old sweat trickled down his spine.
“In any case,” Long Chen said indifferently, “your vile dragon race doesn’t care about good or evil, nor about bloodlines. To you, following anyone is the same. Following me will benefit you far more than following Long Wu. Remember this—I will only say it once. Next time you dare toy with me, I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“Master, your slave does not dare!” Sweat poured down Long Xu’s forehead.
Long Chen’s expression remained calm. He didn’t need to bare his fangs or shout. That calmness itself was a blade sharp enough to kill without hesitation.
Long Xu had seen countless vicious figures in his lifetime, but none like Long Chen. In his opinion, this invisible ruthlessness was far worse than open cruelty. Long Chen’s innocent appearance was nothing but a mask.
“You’ve accumulated a great deal of karmic luck energy in your body. Are you not going to attempt your 999th Sovereign flame?” asked Long Chen.
Long Xu hastily replied, “Master, I’ve just advanced, and my Sovereign flame energy hasn’t fully settled. If I attempt it now, the chance of me succeeding will be slim. But if I let it stabilize and build a steady foundation first, then I may have a twenty percent chance of success.”
Long Xu didn’t dare to conceal anything. His future was bright, and even as a slave, he believed Long Chen would not discard someone useful. But if he angered Long Chen, death would come instantly—and pointlessly.
“Twenty percent? That low?” Long Chen frowned.
“Master, it’s not low... The final three steps to the peak are incredibly vast. In particular, the final step is dangerous. If done badly, our will and Dao will vanish. Other than power and talent, we even need luck in this case,” said Long Xu hastily.
In truth, twenty percent was an overestimation. Inside, Long Xu felt a bit guilty for saying it. But Long Chen’s tone was like twenty percent was still too low.
Long Chen flicked his hand, and a golden pill appeared in his hand.
“Master, you...”
Long Xu’s pupils shrank.