Chapter 159: Confronting Jin Chixiaopeng and Fa Hai: The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist Unleashed

The words of Jin Chixiaopeng silenced the four corners.

In truth, everyone wanted to know how Jun Xiaoyao had passed the fiftieth trial.

"This divine son wishes to pass, so he passes—why should I explain myself to you, a golden crispy chicken?"

Jun Xiaoyao sneered, too lazy to explain anything.

Yet these words left a crowd stunned and dumbfounded.

To call Jin Chixiaopeng a "golden crispy chicken" was an outright humiliation.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you—!" Jin Chixiaopeng raged, his five organs burning, his back pair of wings thrashing with sword-like feathers.

As the heir of Jiaoluo Sacred Mountain, of the Golden Wings Great Peng lineage, how had he ever endured such shame?

Even if Jun Xiaoyao had just shattered the Heavenly Dao Tower's record, so what?

No one knew whether Jun Xiaoyao had passed through sheer strength or some special means.

"Those who dislike this divine son—come together. I have no time to deal with you one by one." Jun Xiaoyao stood in midair, hands behind his back.

His cultivation had surged dramatically since before—he needed a few punching bags to test his new power.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao speak this way, few dared call him arrogant; after all, he had just shattered a ten-thousand-year record and was at the peak of his fame.

Moreover, they were deeply curious: what kind of opportunity had Jun Xiaoyao gained on the fiftieth level, and how strong had he truly become?

Jin Chixiaopeng's battle intent surged, golden light blazing from his eyes—he was naturally combative and refused to be outdone.

"Amitabha, Master Jun, this monk wishes to test you." Fa Hai could no longer hold back—he would act.

Otherwise, he feared his mind would crack.

As for Ye Xingyun, his expression shifted, but in the end, he did not move.

"No need to deal with him now. When I descend to the mortal realm, I'll find the treasures of Wuji Star Palace—then my cultivation will explode, I'll reign supreme, and defeating Jun Xiaoyao won't be impossible."

Ye Xingyun muttered to himself.

It was cowardice, yet he insisted on finding excuses to comfort himself.

Jun Xiaoyao swept his gaze across Yin-Yang Holy Son, Xia Lan, and others—they lacked even the courage to meet his eyes.

Finally, his gaze settled on Ji Qingyi.

"Ji Clan's divine maiden—won't you fight?"

Ji Qingyi blinked in surprise; she hadn't expected Jun Xiaoyao to turn his words toward her.

But she softly replied, "Master Xiaoyao jests—Qingyi has no desire to compete."

Seeing the Holy Maiden of the Human Immortal Sect avoid battle, many cultivators stared in shock.

In the younger generation of Huangtian Immortal Realm, Jun Xiaoyao had already begun to radiate invincible authority.

Jun Xiaoyao himself silently shook his head—missed a chance to take a female slave… oh no, a sparring partner.

"Then it's just the two of you—come together." Jun Xiaoyao spoke calmly.

"Arrogant!"

Jin Chixiaopeng could no longer contain himself—he let out a deafening roar, and eighty-four thousand sword-feathers erupted from his back, forming a raging flood!

It was as if eighty-four thousand golden flying swords shattered the heavens, cleaving the sky apart!

Each feather vibrated with razor-sharp sword qi, chilling the soul!

With eighty-four thousand feathers unleashed, the sheer pressure was unimaginable—many cultivators turned pale and trembled.

At the same moment, Fa Hai moved.

He stomped the ground, shattering it with the recoil force, then shot upward into the sky.

Thick golden light burst forth, his body swelling until he resembled a golden Buddha.

"It's the secret body cultivation art of Little Western Heaven—the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!" some elder cultivators whispered.

It was an extremely powerful body cultivation art, comparable to Supreme Art.

When perfected, it was indestructible—even if the Primordial Spirit perished, the body would endure.

"Who would've thought that in this generation, the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son could refine the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body to this level?" an elder marveled.

Regardless of other factors, merely this Sixteen-Foot Golden Body alone was enough for Fa Hai to stand among the top prodigies.

Jin Chixiaopeng and the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son—each alone could stand atop the peak of prodigies.

Yet now, they were both attacking together, joining forces against Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm—he raised his palm, simple and straightforward, and brought it down.

It was a simple palm strike—but also an extraordinary one.

For this palm contained three billion seven hundred million catties of force!

What did that mean?

It far exceeded the imagination of most cultivators.

BOOM!

The air shrieked with explosive pressure; before Jun Xiaoyao's palm, all air was compressed, the void trembling like a rippling lake.

This was the ultimate expression of pure force!

THUD!

One palm!

Merely one palm!

All eighty-four thousand sword-feathers shattered!

The terrifying pressure and palm wind slammed Jin Chixiaopeng bodily into the earth, burying him deep.

Fa Hai, though activating the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body and multiplying his physical strength, was still flung away by Jun Xiaoyao's palm, spewing blood uncontrollably.

He finally stopped only after crashing through several nearby pavilions.

All present cultivators shivered involuntarily.

Terrifying!

Beyond description!

Jun Xiaoyao hadn't even used any technique—just a simple palm strike, and both Little Peng King and Fa Hai couldn't withstand it!

"Jun Clan's divine son's physical strength has surged again—what art has he cultivated?"

"Is this the terrifying power of the Ancient Holy Body? How many chains has Jun Xiaoyao broken?"

Many prodigy cultivators gasped in disbelief.

Ji Qingyi's gaze was more solemn than ever.

Regardless of anything else, in pure physical strength, ten of her combined couldn't match Jun Xiaoyao.

"Cough… Jun Xiaoyao, you…" Jin Chixiaopeng spat blood, crawling from the deep crater, his eyes wild and bestial.

This was utter humiliation.

Worse still, the Nine-Headed Lion now sneered coldly: "You mocked me for serving my master? At least I'm his mount—what about you? You can't even take one of his slaps—you're trash."

The Nine-Headed Lion's mockery nearly made Jin Chixiaopeng choke on his own rage.

On the other side, Fa Hai's Sixteen-Foot Golden Body seemed on the verge of cracking—his body was split open, bleeding profusely, horrifying to behold.

His expression was icy with fury.

"This monk refuses to believe it!"

Fa Hai attacked again.

"Great Wrathful Dragon, World-Honored Earth Store, Prajna Buddhas—Prajna Bhamakong!"

Fa Hai chanted the true scripture, activating the Little Western Heaven's Supreme Art: the Great Wrathful Dragon Scripture.

Instantly, golden light flooded the land; Buddhas appeared, flanked by heavenly dragon guardians, making Fa Hai resemble a holy Buddha-son.

Meanwhile, Jin Chixiaopeng unleashed his full power, activating the powerful bloodline technique of the Golden Wings Great Peng lineage.

A spectral Great Peng emerged in the void, tearing through countless true dragons.

It was the Golden Wings Great Peng bloodline technique: the Great Peng Fighting Dragons Diagram!

These were their ultimate moves—released simultaneously, even young sovereigns like Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi frowned in seriousness.

Even they would find it difficult to withstand these two attacks.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's expression didn't change—he punched.

A force of reincarnation erupted, affecting heaven and earth, as if capable of shattering the ten thousand realms.

Six terrifying reincarnation vortices descended with Jun Xiaoyao's fist.

It was the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

One punch—sky and earth trembled, all beings feared, heaven and earth overturned!

This punch seemed to drag all things toward the Void; the void cracked, surrounding plants withered and died instantly.

"What kind of ultimate art is this?!"

Jin Chixiaopeng, rarely showing fear, now wore terror on his face.

Fa Hai's expression twisted in shock—he felt an unprecedented dread!

BOOM!

One punch shattered the ground for dozens of miles; everything around turned to dust.

Fa Hai and Jin Chixiaopeng were smashed deep into the earth, their fates unknown.

Infinite shock and terror spread through every heart.

This fist art seemed to drag one into reincarnation—body and soul alike crushed to nothingness.