Chapter 179: The Great Battle Ends, Followers Rebel, Ye Xingyun

With the addition of Jun Xiaoyao and the Eastern Xuan Ancestor, the defeat of the two criminal clans and the Wuji Star Palace was merely a matter of time.

On the other side, Yi Yu was chasing after the fleeing Mo Fan.

"Can the person the Young Master wants to capture possibly escape?"

Yi Yu's expression was cold as he drew his bow, one hand on the shaft, the other pulling the string.

Nine flames arrows shot forth, transforming into nine fire birds that locked onto Mo Fan and slammed toward him.

With his Breakthrough Golden Eyes, Yi Yu never missed a shot.

Mo Fan turned back, channeling his technique, and a brilliant starry seal materialized.

Boom! Boom! Boom…

Nine consecutive explosions shattered the seal, and Mo Fan was blasted backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His expression carried a trace of bitter resentment.

He couldn't even defeat Jun Xiaoyao—let alone Jun Xiaoyao's followers!

To sink to this level, the so-called Hero of Heaven and Earth—no one had ever been this pathetic.

"Surrender!" Yi Yu raised his hand, magic power forming a giant palm that reached for Mo Fan.

At that moment, the void twisted violently, and a shadow flashed past.

In an instant, Mo Fan vanished from his spot.

"This…" Yi Yu's magic palm closed on empty air.

He frowned deeply, his face darkening.

After thoroughly scanning the surroundings, Yi Yu still found no trace of Mo Fan.

"Who saved him? Never mind—I'll return and report to the Young Master." Yi Yu turned and left.

Meanwhile, the battle here was nearing its end.

Jun Xiaoyao's forces, combined with the Profound Heaven Sect, totaled three Saints and two Semi-Saints.

This force was enough to sweep across an entire continent.

The Golden Horn Great King, Silver Horn Great King, and the Saint of the Wuji Star Palace all perished amid furious, unwilling roars.

Though they were Saints, their strength clearly fell short of the Eastern Xuan Ancestor and others.

Even among Saints, there were strong and weak.

The Golden Horn Great King and his kind were all at the early or mid-stage of the Saint realm.

The Eastern Xuan Ancestor and his allies were Saint Minor Perfection.

The gap between them was immense.

Because the rules of the lower realm were crude, even those who reached the Saint realm struggled to attain Minor Perfection or Major Perfection.

After their leaders were slain, the remaining criminal clans were mostly slaughtered.

The few who barely escaped posed no threat whatsoever.

The entire Wuji Star Palace faction was annihilated.

Corpses piled high like mountains.

Blood flowed into rivers.

Every member of the Profound Heaven Sect was drenched in blood, yet their expressions glowed with excitement and triumph.

All the female disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect—senior sisters, junior sisters—stared at Jun Xiaoyao, bathed in radiance, with reverence and awe.

Jun Xiaoyao stood in midair, holding the Panhuang Era Sword.

Though he had just fought a fierce battle, his white robes remained spotless.

Standing there, he resembled a transcendent sword immortal.

These lower-realm female disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect had never seen such an otherworldly figure—each of their hearts fluttered.

The Master of the Profound Heaven Sect and others stepped forward, bowing solemnly to Jun Xiaoyao: "Thank you, Great Lord of the Jun Clan, thank you, Divine Son—had you not arrived in time, our Profound Heaven Sect would surely have been obliterated."

Looking at the remaining Profound Heaven Sect disciples, Jun Xiaoyao paused thoughtfully.

He flicked his wrist, and vast quantities of Saint Pills, divine herbs, divine sources, and weapons piled into mountains.

All the Profound Heaven Sect members froze—they had never seen so many treasures in their lives.

To Jun Xiaoyao, these were commonplace; to them, they were priceless treasures beyond dreams.

"Divine Son, these are all for us?" The Master's voice trembled.

To him, these might not be especially precious—but to his disciples, they were an unimaginable boon!

"Over the years, the Profound Heaven Sect has suppressed criminal clans on behalf of the Jun Clan, earning great merit. Next, I will eradicate the Wuji Star Palace entirely—this entire Star Continent will be placed under your Profound Heaven Sect's control," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Thank you, Divine Son's great grace!" The Master and others, heart pounding with excitement, bowed again.

Jun Xiaoyao had just gifted one of the Ten Regions of the lower realm to the Profound Heaven Sect!

This gift was too heavy, too heavy!

Watching Jun Xiaoyao casually bestow an entire world upon the Profound Heaven Sect, many female disciples' eyes sparkled with admiration.

This was the true bearing of a Divine Son from the Immortal Realm!

"By the way, Divine Son, old man has something I must report," the Master's tone turned solemn.

"What is it?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"The Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Beast Clan have allied with the criminal clans—they may have betrayed us."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyebrows lifted slightly.

The five follower factions sent by the Jun Clan to the lower realm.

The Profound Heaven Sect, the Great Yin Dynasty, the Ancient God Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan, the Ancient Beast Clan.

Among them, the Ancient God, Ancient Demon, and Ancient Beast Clans were similar groups, akin to the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clans.

But compared to the Ancient God Clan,

the Ancient Demon Clan cultivated demonic arts and leaned more toward demonic nature.

The Ancient Beast Clan carried beast bloodlines.

Jun Xiaoyao felt no surprise at their betrayal.

"The consequences of betraying the Jun Clan—they cannot possibly bear them," Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with cold light.

At that moment, Yi Yu returned.

"Forgive me, I have failed the Young Master's expectations—I could not capture that man," Yi Yu bowed his head.

"What happened?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Yi Yu recounted everything to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Rescued by a shadow?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed in thought.

"I failed in my duty—please punish me, Young Master!" Yi Yu volunteered.

"Forget it, it's not your fault," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

Though Yi Yu's strength could easily crush Mo Fan,

Mo Fan was still the Hero of this Star Continent—if he were captured so easily, the title of Hero would be meaningless.

What Jun Xiaoyao cared about was who had rescued Mo Fan.

Was it a Wuji Star Palace expert—or someone else entirely?

"Could it be you?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew deep, his suspicions forming.

…

At the same moment, in a remote forest on the Star Continent,

the void twisted, and two figures suddenly appeared.

One of them was Mo Fan.

He gasped for breath, still shaken, turned his head to see who had saved him—and immediately felt a crushing aura.

Before him stood a blue-robed youth, his entire body radiating starlight.

His aura was inherently incompatible with the lower realm, carrying the air of a superior being.

"Are you a prodigy from the Immortal Realm?" Mo Fan's face changed.

He instinctively resisted and rejected Immortal Realm prodigies.

Before those from the Immortal Realm, people of the lower realm felt like ants.

"Don't worry—I won't harm you," the starlight-wreathed figure said calmly.

"You… who are you?" Mo Fan's expression was wary.

"Huang Tian Immortal Realm… Huanggu Ye Clan—Ye Xingyun!"