Chapter 103: Crushing the Nirvana Realm Assassin, Framing the Third Imperial Prince

At the Nirvana Realm, the entire body undergoes transformation.

Not only has the physical body been purified by the flame seed, but the true spirit within the mind’s palace has also been refined, becoming the Primordial Spirit.

If the Union Dao Realm is about seeking various spiritual seeds and immortal seeds to merge with one’s own Dao,

then the Nirvana Realm is about seeking flame seeds to purify the body and transform the Primordial Spirit, achieving an evolution of life’s tier.

Thus, cultivators of the Nirvana Realm undergo a qualitative leap in power—far beyond what any Foundation Establishment or Union Dao cultivator could easily resist.

The assassins sent by the Youmingtian to kill Jun Xiaoyao were not only all Union Dao cultivators, but also included one Nirvana Realm assassin clad in blood-red robes.

This was simply beyond the capability of any young prodigy to withstand.

“I admit your strength far exceeds that of ordinary immortal sect prodigies, but under this encirclement, do you still have any room to struggle?” the blood-robed assassin spoke, his voice hoarse like a night owl.

“Haven’t you ever heard a saying?” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

“What?” The blood-robed assassin’s gaze sharpened.

“Villains die by their own words.”

As Jun Xiaoyao finished speaking, demonic wings unfurled from his back; he moved instantly and smashed his fist into the closest Union Dao assassin.

Within his arm, the Great Luo Immortal Bone glowed, surrounded by immortal radiance; his punch unleashed a torrent of fist wind capable of tearing through space.

The Union Dao assassin sensed extreme danger and instinctively thrust his sword forward.

A clang resounded!

Without any doubt, the assassin was instantly obliterated by Jun Xiaoyao’s punch.

“Damn it, kill him!” The blood-robed assassin’s face darkened with malice; he and the other two assassins surged forward together, striking at Jun Xiaoyao.

Crimson sword light slashed through the air, radiating a chilling aura that made one tremble.

Jun Xiaoyao spun around, raised his hand, and summoned surging magic power to form a Spear of the Mingshen , hurling it at one assassin.

The Spear of the Mingshen pierced through empty space, piercing with lethal sharpness, amplified by the terrifying force of one billion divine pounds.

This spear could pierce heaven and earth.

The assassin’s face twisted in horror; he had no strength to resist and was instantly impaled.

Ordinary Union Dao experts could not even reach one hundred million divine pounds of physical strength, let alone one billion.

“Death Curse!”

The remaining black-robed assassin saw this and every hair on his body stood on end.

Even though they were trained and possessed iron nerves, facing this situation still sent icy dread through them.

This young sovereign shrouded in immortal light was simply an unnatural monster beyond comprehension!

Thus, the black-robed assassin immediately unleashed a curse technique of the Youmingtian , hoping to ambush Jun Xiaoyao.

Simultaneously, the blood-robed assassin struck—two crimson sword beams overlapped, crossing vertically and horizontally to form a cross, as if capable of slicing through empty space!

This was the Crimson Cross Execution Art, an immensely powerful sword technique of the Youmingtian .

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm.

The curse energy struck him but stirred not the slightest ripple.

Forget not—Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Ancient Saint Body is immune to all evil and dark forces.

This curse energy, being a dark force, naturally had no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao slammed out a palm, sweeping it toward the black-robed assassin, violently shattering his body and splattering blood across the sky.

“Die!”

Seeing this, the last blood-robed assassin sneered.

His Crimson Cross Execution Art had already reached Jun Xiaoyao’s front.

At that moment, a long, slender armor of azure-gold suddenly formed on Jun Xiaoyao’s body, gleaming with cold, unyielding metallic luster.

It was the Azure Heaven Ancestral Dragon Armor!

Clang!

The blood-robed assassin’s strike struck the armor, sparking—but inflicted not the slightest wound upon Jun Xiaoyao.

“How is this possible?”

Yet before the blood-robed assassin could even react in shock, a chain of cosmic order shot from Jun Xiaoyao’s third eye, transforming into a golden short sword.

It was the Yuan Huang Dao Sword!

This move was far too sudden.

And with such proximity, even the blood-robed assassin had no time to dodge.

Pfft!

The blood-robed assassin’s entire body was shattered by the Yuan Huang Dao Sword.

A streak of light fled from his mind’s palace.

It was the assassin’s Primordial Spirit.

“Think you can escape?” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and reached out his hand.

This blood-robed assassin was the key to his scheme.

A giant golden magic hand immediately trapped the assassin’s Primordial Spirit.

“Who hired you to kill me?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

The assassin’s Primordial Spirit trembled with fear but remained silent.

Not revealing the identity or whereabouts of the employer was the unspoken rule of any assassin guild.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care. He said calmly: “Actually, I already know who it is—I just need to preserve evidence.”

With that, Jun Xiaoyao activated his soul force.

Instantly, a massive black grinding disc appeared in the void.

It was stained with blood, as if soaked in the blood of gods and demons.

“What is that?”

The assassin’s Primordial Spirit felt a soul-deep terror and trembling.

“Since you won’t speak, let me show you what it feels like to have your soul ground by the Chaos Divine Mill.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

This Chaos Divine Mill was a technique he evolved through the Chaos Divine Mill Contemplation Method.

Because Jun Xiaoyao’s soul was a transplant from another world, he was immune to the pain inflicted by the Chaos Divine Mill.

But others had no such immunity.

The agony of the soul was a million times worse than physical pain.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!”

The torment of his soul being ground caused the assassin’s Primordial Spirit to shriek in agony.

Jun Xiaoyao carefully controlled the force, ensuring he did not crush the Primordial Spirit outright.

The agony of having one’s soul ground by the Chaos Divine Mill was millions of times worse than lingchi.

Finally, the assassin’s Primordial Spirit could bear it no longer.

“Speak—who hired the Youmingtian assassins to kill me?” Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was cold.

He pulled out a Light-Shadow Stone.

This stone could record sound and imagery.

“It… it was the Panwu Divine Dynasty… the Third Imperial Prince…” The assassin’s Primordial Spirit was weak, barely audible.

“Good.”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled, tucked away the Light-Shadow Stone.

Then he crushed the assassin’s Primordial Spirit with the Chaos Divine Mill.

Playing with the Light-Shadow Stone in his hand, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly: “Third Imperial Prince, Third Imperial Prince… you probably have no idea who exactly it is you tried to assassinate, do you?”

Hiring Youmingtian assassins to kill the Primordial Ancient Jun Clan’s Divine Son.

If this news spread, the Third Imperial Prince wouldn’t just be doomed—he’d be utterly annihilated.

Even the entire Panwu Divine Dynasty would suffer massive repercussions.

The wrath of the Primordial Ancient Jun Clan was no idle threat.

All immortal sects deeply feared their prodigies being targeted by assassin guilds.

Thus, hiring assassin guilds was a taboo.

The Third Imperial Prince had no idea just how terrifying the identity and status of his target truly was.

Had he known Jun Xiaoyao’s identity, even a hundred times the courage would not have made him dare such an act.

Just after Jun Xiaoyao exterminated the Youmingtian assassins,

the Third Imperial Prince waited in a hidden side hall of the Divine Dynasty’s imperial palace, awaiting word from the Youmingtian .