Chapter 178: As a God Descends: The Profound Heaven Sect

A calm, indifferent voice, like the voice of a deity, echoed in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the entire chaotic battle fell into an unusual stillness, as if time itself had frozen.

Whether from the Golden Horn Clan, the Silver Horn Clan, or the Wuji Star Palace, every face bore unprecedented shock.

This sword strike is from my Jun family, delivered on behalf of the Profound Heaven Sect!

The Profound Heaven Sect Master and others were stunned, as if ten thousand thunderbolts had exploded in their minds, leaving them dazed.

Then came boundless joy!

The Jun family!

Someone from Lord Jun's lineage has arrived!

At this moment, every Profound Heaven Sect cultivator felt an unreal, dreamlike sensation.

Had the Jun family they had longed for truly come?

In the distance, a tall figure shrouded in ethereal divine light stepped through the air.

He wore spotless white robes and held an ancient sword steeped in the aura of time.

One man…

One sword…

A celestial elegance unmatched!

"Apart from the three layers of snow upon your body, who in all the world dares wear white…" a young female disciple of the Profound Heaven Sect murmured, entranced.

She had never seen anyone so transcendent and otherworldly.

In contrast to the Profound Heaven Sect's joy and excitement,

the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clans wore expressions of panic and inner turmoil.

Even the Golden Horn King and Silver Horn King, who had previously scorned the Jun family, now swallowed hard, their faces tense with unease.

As for the Wuji Star Palace, their group turned deathly pale with fear.

Just now, Jun Xiaoyao's sword strike had swept toward the Wuji Star Palace's ranks.

After that single strike, more than half of them turned to dust, scattered across the heavens and earth.

How terrifying—chilling the scalp, making every hair stand on end!

Even the few Xuashen and Zhenshen experts who had barely survived felt a mortal danger from that sword.

"Terrifying… too terrifying. Who is this man?" Mo Fan's face remained pale.

Just now, he had felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

Mo Fan had nearly been erased by that blade's radiance.

Had it not been for the Star Child within him releasing a celestial shield to protect his body,

Mo Fan would already be dust.

Glancing around, Jun Xiaoyao spoke with cold indifference: "I, this Divine Son, have descended to exterminate the Ten Sinful Clans. Are you ready to meet the Yellow Springs?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words left the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clan experts with grim expressions, their eyes flickering with hidden fury.

Just as the Golden Horn King opened his mouth to accuse Jun Xiaoyao of overreaching,

the figures of Dongxuan Ancestor and others appeared.

Two Holy Ones, one Quasi-Saint!

Such a force, though not invincible in the mortal realm, could certainly sweep all before it.

For the mortal realm, even one Quasi-Saint could tip the balance—let alone two Holy Ones and one Quasi-Saint appearing at once.

"Excellent…" The Profound Heaven Sect Master and Deputy Master flushed with excitement.

The hearts of the two Sinful Clans' experts sank completely.

The Wuji Star Palace shared their despair.

Mo Fan's face turned ashen.

Over the past year, he had risen swiftly, riding a tide of fortune—truly, he had grown arrogant.

He paid little heed to mortal prodigies, nor even to many celestial realm prodigies.

But Jun Xiaoyao, with but a single sword strike, made Mo Fan feel the terror of death.

He felt that even with his Star Child, he could not possibly match Jun Xiaoyao.

"Golden Horn Clan, Silver Horn Clan, Wuji Star Palace—leave none alive!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was flat and cold, yet brimming with iron-blooded slaughter.

Jun Xiaoyao felt no mercy toward these Sinful Clans.

Kill when it must be done!

As for the Wuji Star Palace, which had aided the wicked and fueled this catastrophe, Jun Xiaoyao would not spare them either.

"Yes! We obey the Divine Son's command!"

The three—Dongxuan Ancestor and the others—moved at once.

Two Holy Ones and one Quasi-Saint were more than enough to reverse the tide of battle.

"All Profound Heaven Sect disciples—aid Lord Jun's lineage and annihilate the Sinful Clans!" the Profound Heaven Sect Master roared.

"Yes!" The Profound Heaven Sect cultivators, their morale soaring, launched a desperate counterattack.

Jun Xiaoyao also moved, wielding the Panhuang Era Sword, a thick aura of temporal power spreading around him.

Not even cultivators of equal rank—let alone those of He Dao, Nirvana, Tong Tian, or even Divine Flame—could face Jun Xiaoyao's blade without dread.

The Killing Immortal Sword Art amplified the Panhuang Era Sword, layered with Jun Xiaoyao's own immense power.

Nirvana cultivators fell easily.

Even Tong Tian and Divine Flame experts would be gravely wounded, near death.

Jun Xiaoyao moved as if through an empty land, slaughtering left and right.

Yi Yu and Su Ziqiong also struck, their methods ruthless and decisive.

At this moment, the Wuji Star Palace members panicked and began retreating.

They had no need to involve themselves—but one misstep led to eternal regret; now it was too late to turn back.

The Wuji Star Palace had never expected the ancient Jun family of the celestial realm to send reinforcements so swiftly.

As Mo Fan prepared to flee, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a familiar figure.

"Liu Qianqian… how is this possible?" Mo Fan's mind reeled.

Hadn't he tortured her into a broken wreck?

The more pitiful she became, the more pleasure he felt.

But now?

Liu Qianqian was not only unharmed—she appeared stronger than before.

And she fought beside Jun Xiaoyao, gazing at him with deep admiration, obsession, and longing.

"Damn it—all because of that Jun family Divine Son! He must have saved her! How infuriating!" Mo Fan's temples throbbed, his face twisted in fury.

Liu Qianqian was his obsession.

The more she suffered, the more his spirit soared.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had saved her—this ignited Mo Fan's rage to its peak.

"If I get the chance, I'll make this Jun family Divine Son regret saving Liu Qianqian," Mo Fan thought coldly, and began retreating.

Mo Fan was no fool—he knew he could not possibly defeat Jun Xiaoyao now.

Unless he could claim the star palace treasure from his memories.

At that moment, Liu Qianqian noticed Mo Fan preparing to flee. Her beautiful eyes blazed with fury as she cried out sharply: "Mo Fan, you coward, don't run!"

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao turned his gaze and saw Mo Fan.

Seeing this, Mo Fan immediately activated a talisman, sticking it to his body, then vanished in a streak of silver light.

"Is that him?" Jun Xiaoyao prepared to strike.

But at that moment, a group of Wuji Star Palace experts surrounded him.

Mo Fan was a core figure of the Wuji Star Palace—he could not be lost.

"Foolish flies blocking a chariot." Jun Xiaoyao swung the Panhuang Era Sword; as its blade vibrated, each Wuji Star Palace expert turned to dust of time.

"Yi Yu, capture him," Jun Xiaoyao whispered.

"Yes!" Yi Yu broke away, his body engulfed in Solar True Fire, becoming a blazing streak of heat as he chased after Mo Fan.