Chapter 198: The Star-Shattering Divine Puppets Unleash Their Might, the Golden Spider Ancestor Falls, Jun Xiaoyao Becomes Humanity

Six cold, metallic-gleaming fists slammed out from rifts in space.

Each punch carried the terrifying power to shatter mountains ten thousand zhang tall.

With one such punch, even a Saint would explode.

The Golden Spider Ancestor let out a shriek of utter terror.

Even a single punch made his hairs stand on end—let alone six fists striking him simultaneously.

And they came from all directions; the Golden Spider Ancestor had nowhere to retreat.

Only then did he understand the meaning behind the sneer in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

"You little demon brat, how ruthless your scheme!"

As he roared, golden light erupted from his body, countless silk threads emerging to coil around his form, attempting to weave a defense.

But the attack was too sudden, and the fists moved too fast—there was no time to erect a defense.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Six thunderous impacts rang out nearly at the same instant.

Alongside them came the Golden Spider Ancestor's agonized, piercing scream.

The scream was so wretched it made listeners sorrowful and onlookers weep.

The next instant, the Golden Spider Ancestor's massive spider body crashed heavily to the ground.

Nearly all eight of his spider legs were crushed to shards; his carapace was punctured by several gaping holes.

Blood and bodily fluids poured endlessly from the wounds.

The mighty Golden Spider Ancestor of Demon Spirit Mountain now lay gravely wounded, on the brink of death, utterly stripped of combat capability.

This sudden turn stunned every divine being of the Ancient Divine Mountains, leaving their minds nearly short-circuited.

What the hell is going on?

At that moment, all eyes turned toward the six space rifts.

Six figures, shimmering with starlight and metallic luster, stepped out from the rifts.

Each figure stood tall and imposing, radiating the aura of a Saint.

They were none other than the Star-Shattering Divine Puppets Jun Xiaoyao had obtained from the Star Palace's treasure vault.

The Star-Shattering Divine Puppets were famed for their ability to split stars—each punch could rend a celestial body apart.

Now, with all six acting in unison, their combined power was unimaginable.

That the Golden Spider Ancestor hadn't been instantly crushed was somewhat unexpected by Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, whether he was dead or not made little difference.

"This… these are six puppets?"

"Six Saint-level puppets! My heavens!"

All human cultivators were stunned by Jun Xiaoyao's display.

To unleash six Saint puppets at once—on the mortal realm, this was nearly inconceivable.

In the Ten Realms, only an otherworldly figure like Wuji Star Lord could possibly possess such resources.

But in the end, it all benefited Jun Xiaoyao.

"Ancestor!" The creatures of Demon Spirit Mountain cried out, preparing to rush to his aid.

But Jun Xiaoyao moved first, with a single thought.

The six Star-Shattering Divine Puppets struck again, reducing the Golden Spider Ancestor to a pulpy mess.

"No!" The creatures of Demon Spirit Mountain wailed in grief.

In contrast, the human cultivators' morale surged.

Several human Saints were overjoyed.

Jun Xiaoyao alone had brought six Saint-level combatants.

Add in Dongxuan Ancestor and others, and they now had eight Saint-level forces.

This alone could decide the outcome of the war.

Not to mention, these six Star-Shattering Divine Puppets were impervious to blades and spears, their bodies invincible.

A single Star-Shattering Divine Puppet could hold off two Ancient Divine Mountain Saints.

"Kill!"

Jun Xiaoyao commanded, and the six Star-Shattering Divine Puppets struck as one, their aura surging, their fist radiance world-shaking.

Jun Xiaoyao possessed thousands of star cores—he could easily sustain the puppets' energy drain.

"Kill them! It's time for humanity to strike back!"

"It's time these Ancient Beasts learned the true might of our race!"

"Long live the Divine Son! With him, how can humanity fail?"

Jun Xiaoyao had become humanity's anchor in the storm.

As if his presence alone could dissolve any hardship.

And indeed, it was true.

The Ancient Divine Mountain creatures began to panic—the tide had turned completely.

The six Star-Shattering Divine Puppets swept through the battlefield with overwhelming force, impervious to weapons, leaving no Ancient Divine Mountain Saint willing to face them.

Who would willingly risk their own life against an unfeeling puppet?

Precisely because of this, the Ancient Divine Mountain Saints fell back step by step, preparing to withdraw.

With their top-tier forces retreating, the lower ranks naturally collapsed entirely.

Countless Ancient Divine Mountain creatures were slaughtered, rivers of blood flowing.

Moments ago, they were the butchers; human cultivators were the meat on the chopping block.

Now the roles were reversed—the Ancient Beasts had become the meat.

Jun Xiaoyao himself did not idle; each punch he unleashed shattered the void, his fist radiance world-shaking, reducing entire groups of Ancient Beasts to bloody pulp.

Soon, the Ancient Divine Mountain side could no longer hold—another Saint fell beneath the puppets' fists.

They screamed in terror and turned to flee.

Many Ancient Beasts looked at Jun Xiaoyao with unprecedented dread, as if staring into the jaws of Hell's Lord of Death.

Jun Xiaoyao was their nightmare.

The battle that followed lasted for days and nights.

Human cultivators pursued relentlessly, driving the Ancient Divine Mountains into chaotic flight.

Along the way, rivers of blood flowed—but the vast majority were the blood of Ancient Divine Mountain creatures.

They retreated, huddling back into the Central Forbidden Zone, trembling.

Humanity had won an unprecedented, resounding victory.

Nalan Clan, Ancient Spirit Mountain.

Though the scene was a ruin, every cultivator's face bore genuine joy.

For the first time, human cultivators of Tianxuan Continent had stood tall.

Previously, the lands of the Ancient Divine Mountains were called Forbidden Zones—any human who entered died.

Now, those very creatures were being hunted down, fleeing like rats.

This feeling—damn, it was glorious!

And all of this was thanks to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao was the savior of every human cultivator on Tianxuan Continent.

Within the grand hall of the Nalan Clan, Jun Xiaoyao sat at the head.

Below him stood a dense crowd of leaders from Tianxuan Continent's factions.

Holy Sect leaders, reclusive clan patriarchs, sect masters, grand temple abbots.

All bowed deeply before him, hands clasped.

"The human race of Tianxuan Continent thanks the Divine Son of the Jun Clan for your great grace—we shall never forget this debt!"

Their voices rang out, resounding and sincere, filled with heartfelt gratitude.

"No need for such formalities," Jun Xiaoyao waved dismissively.

He was no savior or saint.

He acted purely for his own interests.

"From this day forward, the human race of Tianxuan Continent follows the Divine Son as our leader!" declared the Master of Dongxuan Sect first.

"Exactly! The entire continent shall obey the Divine Son!"

"The Divine Son is the true lord of Tianxuan Continent!"

All the sect masters, abbots, and clan heads echoed in unison.

Nalan Zhan still harbored doubt, speaking up: "My Lord, though we've won this battle, the Ancient Divine Mountains still retain some strength—if you leave and they return to retaliate…"

Nalan Zhan did not finish.

A heavy silence fell.

Indeed.

With Jun Xiaoyao here, we won decisively.

But what if he leaves?

He is from the Immortal Realm—he cannot remain on Tianxuan Continent forever.

"Hah... Do not worry, my lords—I have already devised a solution to this matter."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, exuding an air of strategic mastery.