Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

Ch 18 The Savage Marquis

Hundreds of troops had surrounded the Long estate, forming a tight encirclement. An armored middle-aged man on top of a horse was arrogantly looking down on Mrs. Long.

Mrs. Long was pale as she spoke to that man, while Bao-er and the other members of the household were all terrified as they cowered from the troops.

When Long Chen appeared, that man’s eyes brightened and he coldly shouted, “Long Chen, you needlessly injured the noble heir Zhou Yaoyang extremely heavily. We’ve received orders to capture you. Will you go willingly?”

These troops were all elites that had heavy bloody auras. How could Mrs. Long have ever seen such a display of killing intent? She was as pale as a sheet of paper as she tottered, about to collapse. She would have really collapsed if Bao-er didn’t go to support her.

Long Chen completely ignored all the troops as he walked to his mother. His heart hurt to see how afraid she was.

“Mom, don’t worry. This is just a dream. Once you are awake, all of this will be gone,” said Long Chen gently as he took her hand.

A gentle Spiritual Strength came out with his words. Mrs. Long’s eyelids felt heavy, and she fell into a deep slumber.

“Bao-er, Zhang Ma, can you help bring my mother in?”

Long Chen couldn’t bear to see his mother so frightened, so he had used his Spiritual Strength to directly force her to sleep. Otherwise, as a normal mortal, it would be easy for her to fall ill from experiencing such a fright.

Bao-er and Zhang Ma carried Mrs. Long back inside, while Long Chen told everyone else to close the doors.

Looking at the person seated on the horse and sensing the faint Blood Qi from him, a ridiculing smile appeared on Long Chen’s face. “So it’s just half-step Blood Condensation.”

Seeing Long Chen act high and mighty without the slightest intention of leaving quietly, the man rolled his eyes.

“Long Chen, you’ve committed a grave crime, a crime so severe that no one can protect you. Are you waiting for me to personally capture you?” he coldly shouted.

“Huh? You’re just a sergeant. A dog like you wants to personally capture me? Don’t make me laugh,” ridiculed Long Chen.

Sergeant was the lowest commanding rank within the Phoenix Cry Empire. Someone like that had no past accomplishments or true power; it was just a small team-leader role.

But this particular fellow had become so excited about reaching that rank that he couldn’t shut up about it. As soon as he had risen to sergeant, he had become accustomed to his role.

Long Chen’s words now were like poisonous arrows that shot into his heart. His face immediately became unsightly.

He came from a low origin and had suffered for over ten years in the army camp before an opportunity finally came for him to break through to the Blood Condensation realm, and only after that was he promoted to sergeant.

His current greatest achievement was now being viciously insulted, causing his killing intent to soar.

“Long Chen, don’t force me to kill you.” The man ground his teeth and his hand went to the sword on his belt.