Chapter 197: Jun Xiaoyao Unleashes His Killing Intent, Successive Deaths, Gains World Origin—The Jinzhu Old Ancestor

Lin Feng was stunned.

Completely stunned.

He hadn't even reacted when he came to his senses—already buried headfirst in the earth.

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

Lin Feng was utterly bewildered.

Not just him—Peng Ling, Peng Fei, and the others were all frozen in shock.

"Lin Lang?" Peng Ling's fair face had turned pale.

In Peng Ling's eyes, Lin Feng was an invincible force among the younger generation.

Even her own brother, Peng Fei, couldn't suppress Lin Feng.

Yet now, Lin Feng had been blown away by that white-robed teenager.

"Is that the Jun Clan's Divine Son?" Peng Fei's eyes darkened with gravity.

He himself couldn't subdue Lin Feng, yet Jun Xiaoyao crushed him effortlessly.

Didn't that mean he, Peng Fei, was inferior to Jun Xiaoyao?

"Lin Feng, your greatest value is being harvested by me," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Defeating Lin Feng meant nothing to him—it stirred no pride, no satisfaction.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out again, grasping for Lin Feng.

"No!"

Peng Ling moved—her blue wings flared, streaking like a blue flash toward Lin Feng.

"No wonder you're the world's protagonist—women are already throwing themselves at you," Jun Xiaoyao murmured, a faint smile in his eyes.

Then he brought down his palm.

Crack!

Peng Ling was smashed into a spray of blood, her beauty extinguished.

"Ling'er!"

On the ground, Lin Feng let out a roar.

Though he'd intended to use Qingtian Divine Mountain for revenge, Peng Ling's devotion and concern had genuinely stirred something in him.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao had crushed Peng Ling into pulp right before his eyes!

First his childhood sweetheart, Ziyan; now Peng Ling.

Both his women had died because of Jun Xiaoyao!

Add Nanlan Ruoxi, who could've been his slave, and that's three.

Lin Feng was nearly driven mad, his eyes bloodshot and tearing.

"Ling'er!"

Alongside Lin Feng, Peng Fei and the beings of Qingtian Divine Mountain were equally enraged.

Peng Ling was Qingtian Divine Mountain's most gifted daughter—now slain by Jun Xiaoyao's single slap.

"Jun Xiaoyao, pay for my sister's life!" Peng Fei's hair stood on end, his eyes crimson as he struck.

He unleashed a punch—emerald magical energy surged, forming a spectral Qingtian Great Peng that lunged at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it, disdain flickering in his eyes: "I don't even fear the Jinchi Great Peng—let alone your pathetic Qingtian version."

"Arrogant fool! How dare you speak of the Jinchi Little Peng King!" Peng Fei roared.

Jun Xiaoyao sheathed the Panhuang Years Sword and drew out the Thanos Holy King Gauntlet, slipping it onto his right hand.

Divine Mark Purple Gold energy surged, reinforcing his fist.

He punched forward, voice casual: "The Jinchi Little Peng King? Just another beaten opponent."

Boom!

With the Thanos Holy King Gauntlet, Jun Xiaoyao became a one-punch god.

The punch shattered Peng Fei's body into fragments, spraying blood—his punching arm exploded into mist.

"You… you said… the Jinchi Little Peng King…"

In his final moments, Peng Fei's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

What kind of terrifying being had he provoked?

Plop!

Peng Fei's shattered body crashed from the sky—dead beyond revival.

Jun Xiaoyao had slain Qingtian Divine Mountain's two finest disciples in two blows.

The chaotic battlefield fell silent.

Qingtian Divine Mountain's disciples were stunned.

Their two most gifted heirs… just gone?

"H-how could this…?" Lin Feng trembled like a leaf.

How strong was Jun Xiaoyao really?

Was he even human?

While everyone was still reeling, Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was gripped by a golden magical palm—unable to move.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you—" Lin Feng's face turned crimson, choking for air.

"Before you die, I'll tell you one thing," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"You… you're going to kill me…" Lin Feng's teeth chattered.

Only now, at the brink of death, did Lin Feng truly understand fear.

Before, the heavens had protected him—he'd always sailed smoothly.

But since meeting Jun Xiaoyao, it felt like the start of a nightmare.

"You may be the world's protagonist… but…"

"The world itself lies in my palm!"

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he clenched his hand toward the void!

The golden magical palm slammed shut in unison!

Crunch!

Blood sprayed, bones shattered.

Lin Feng's entire body was crushed into pulp—dead beyond revival.

The second world protagonist had died in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

A large mass of Tianxuan Continent's world origin surfaced.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately sealed it into his space treasure.

Combined with the small portion he'd taken from Lin Feng earlier…

The Tianxuan Continent's world origin was now complete.

He now possessed the world origins of both Tianxuan and Starfall Continents.

Only after Jun Xiaoyao crushed Lin Feng did the others finally snap back to reality.

"Whelp, die!"

The Qingtian Divine Mountain Saint roared, unleashing Saint-level power to crush Jun Xiaoyao.

"Insolent!"

Dongxuan Ancestor moved, unleashing Saint-level power to block the Saint's assault.

"Heir of the Immortal Realm's ancient clan, you're too arrogant. In this situation, even you cannot turn the tide," the Jinzhu Old Ancestor of Mo Ling Divine Mountain hissed coldly.

Hearing this, the human cultivators finally reacted.

Indeed.

Though Jun Xiaoyao had arrived, he could only dominate his peers, perhaps challenge a few ranks above.

But against pseudo-Saints and full Saints, he was outmatched.

His servants? Only two Saints and one pseudo-Saint.

They helped the battle, but still too few to resolve the crisis.

The Ancient Divine Mountains had dozens of Saints.

Nanlan Zhan and others' hearts sank.

Then Jinzhu Old Ancestor spoke again: "Given you're an heir of the Upper Realm's ancient clan, if you refrain from interfering, we of the Ancient Divine Mountains may forgive your insolence."

These words made Nanlan Zhan and the Dongxuan Sect Master turn pale.

Was this a threat to keep Jun Xiaoyao out of the battle?

"My lord…" Nanlan Ruoxi's heart tightened.

Yet she still believed Jun Xiaoyao would not abandon them.

Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold laugh: "Since birth, few have dared threaten me like this. What are you, you spider, to speak so?"

"Little brat, you seek death!" Jinzhu Old Ancestor's eight compound eyes blazed with fury.

The Tianmo Spider clan was inherently bloodthirsty and volatile.

Jinzhu Old Ancestor had considered Jun Xiaoyao's lineage troublesome, so he was willing to yield.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao had mocked him in this tone.

He extended a single spider leg, sharp as a golden spear, piercing straight toward Jun Xiaoyao.

"Die!" Golden Spider Ancestor shrieked.

At that moment, Golden Spider Ancestor saw the mocking look in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

He couldn't understand how someone facing death could wear such an expression.

But in the next instant, Golden Spider Ancestor understood.

Six spatial rifts tore open in the void around him.

Six fist strikes, each carrying the power of the Saint Realm, slammed into Golden Spider Ancestor simultaneously!

Golden Spider Ancestor let out a terrified scream!