Chapter 205

With Gu Yuan's strength, dealing with a Saint at the early stage, the Huangquan Elder, was still very easy.

After just a few moves, the Huangquan Elder was slain by Gu Yuan's single slash.

Even at the moment of death, the Huangquan Elder never saw Jun Xiaoyao's true form—he died with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Dong Xuan's Ancestor and others also stepped in to assist.

With their strength, none of the Saints from the Three Great Sects could stand against them—they were eliminated one by one.

After their leader was killed, the remaining cultivators of the Three Great Sects were already terrified, completely losing their will to fight, and fled in panic.

But Gu Yuan gave them no chance to escape.

Ordinarily, Saint-level experts would never deign to slaughter cultivators below Saint rank—it would lower their own status.

But Gu Yuan was different.

Seeing the Battle Demon Hall destroyed, his rage burned fiercely; as his blade slashes swept through, cultivators of the Three Great Sects fell like cut wheat.

A Saint's fury was no joke.

Soon, the battle ended.

By the shores of the Dead Sea, the earth was soaked in blood, transformed into a crimson expanse.

Countless corpses piled up, forming mountains of bones.

Many cultivators of the Three Great Sects, even in death, their faces remained frozen in terror and despair.

This time, the alliance of the Three Great Sects was utterly annihilated!

From now on, on the Senluo Continent, there would be no more Huangquan Valley, Xiu Luo Gate, or Tian Sha Sect.

After resolving everything, the Lord of the Battle Demon Hall and others rushed forward at once, bowing to Gu Yuan: "Thank you, Seventh Generation Hall Master, for your aid!"

All surviving cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall were filled with excitement, their eyes gleaming.

They had believed they were certain to die today.

Yet the outcome had turned a full 360 degrees.

"Don't thank me—thank the Young Master. Only because of him could I face the Fallen God Heir without fear and come to your aid," Gu Yuan said.

He knew well that without Jun Xiaoyao backing him,

even if he had intervened today, he would still face retaliation from the Fallen God Heir later.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your great grace—the Battle Demon Hall will never forget!" The Lord of the Battle Demon Hall, leading all the cultivators, bowed deeply toward the golden palanquin.

Finally, the curtain was lifted by Su Ziqiong.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out calmly.

Immortal light enveloped him, divine and transcendent; his appearance and aura needed no words to describe.

"Indeed, it's true…" Around him, some Immortal Realm prodigies were deeply shaken.

This ruthless man of the Jun Clan had truly descended to the mortal realm.

The miracles Jun Xiaoyao had created in the Immortal Realm needed no elaboration—all present Immortal Realm prodigies knew of them.

That was precisely why they held such reverence for Jun Xiaoyao.

The expressions of the Battle Demon Hall's leaders grew even more respectful.

Jun Xiaoyao's demeanor and aura indicated that in the Immortal Realm, he was undoubtedly of the highest status.

He was not some second-rate Immortal Realm prodigy come down to pretend to be something grand.

"Is the heir of the Devouring Soul Demonic Art one of your Battle Demon Hall prodigies?" Jun Xiaoyao cut straight to the point.

His intervention in this matter was not only out of respect for Gu Yuan,

but also for a more important reason—his own interests.

So he asked directly.

"Young Master, the heir of the Devouring Soul Demonic Art is indeed one of our Battle Demon Hall prodigies, but he has already perished," replied the Lord of the Battle Demon Hall.

"Does he have any relatives?" Jun Xiaoyao asked again.

He did not believe a prodigy of such destiny could perish so simply.

"He has one younger sister, Yan Qingying, who is here."

The Lord of the Battle Demon Hall gestured for Yan Qingying to step forward.

Dressed in a long black robe, her slender frame appeared even more graceful.

Though blind, she could discern positions by sound and bowed gracefully toward Jun Xiaoyao's direction.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, deep and piercing, rested on Yan Qingying for a moment.

"Indeed…" A faint smile touched Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

He then said, "This is no place for conversation—let's move elsewhere."

All present nodded, though the Lord of the Battle Demon Hall hesitated and said, "Young Master, what if the Fallen God Heir comes?"

The Battle Demon Hall cultivators still feared the Fallen God Heir—he was, after all, a top-tier young sovereign of the Immortal Realm.

"Spread the word openly: this godling intends to pluck his peach mid-journey. If he dares come, I won't mind making the Fallen God Palace lose one heir."

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve and sat back in the palanquin, his tone indifferent.

Hearing this, the Immortal Realm prodigies around him all drew sharp breaths.

Few in the entire Immortal Realm would dare to so disdain the Fallen God Heir.

They had once again witnessed Jun Xiaoyao's sheer audacity.

After Jun Xiaoyao led the group away,

news of this place spread like wings, reaching half the Senluo Continent within days.

The earlier siege of the Battle Demon Hall by the Three Great Sects had already stirred uproar.

Yet only days later came the news of the complete annihilation of the Three Great Sects' alliance.

This twist was too dramatic to ignore.

What shocked the cultivators of the Senluo Continent was not Gu Yuan, the Seventh Generation Lord of the Battle Demon Hall.

It was the mysterious Immortal Realm prodigy who showed no regard for the Fallen God Heir.

Later, some Immortal Realm prodigies leaked the information.

The identity of this mysterious prodigy was none other than the Godling of the Ancient Jun Clan of the Immortal Realm—his status was beyond compare, his power towered over his peers.

Some Immortal Realm prodigies even described Jun Xiaoyao as a Young Emperor.

This sent the entire Senluo Continent into a frenzy.

To the mortal realm, Saints were nearly the ultimate existence.

Emperors were like divine beings from myth and legend to them.

Now, Immortal Realm prodigies claimed this Jun Clan Godling was a being akin to a young deity.

How could this not astonish them?

The Immortal Realm prodigies' focus, however, was on the Fallen God Heir.

The Fallen God Heir was also a proud and cold-hearted man.

They were curious: how would the Fallen God Heir respond to such disdain from Jun Xiaoyao?

Would there be a fierce clash between titans?

Just as the entire Senluo Continent erupted in clamor,

within a grand hall, the Fallen God Heir, seated upon a throne of white bones, slammed his fist down hard.

"Damn it! A Jun Clan Godling has appeared out of nowhere!"

Black mist swirled around the Fallen God Heir, his aura surging with chilling intensity.

If another prodigy had interfered, the Fallen God Heir wouldn't have cared—he could have crushed them effortlessly.

But the one who interfered was the Jun Clan Godling.

In terms of status and strength, few in the Immortal Realm could match him.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao could match him.

Not just match him—Jun Xiaoyao's status and position were even higher than his.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao was a core heir of the Ancient Jun Clan, the Ancient Jiang Clan, and the Sacred Spirit Academy—three supreme forces.

The Fallen God Heir had only the Fallen God Palace behind him.

"Young Master, perhaps we should act covertly…" A black-robed figure radiating Saintly energy spoke beside him.

The Fallen God Heir shook his head coldly: "Useless. Jun Xiaoyao has his own protectors. Even if you were to assassinate him secretly, and the Jun Clan found out…"

The Fallen God Heir dared not imagine the consequence.

If Jun Xiaoyao perished in peerless competition, the Jun Clan might have no grounds to retaliate.

But if a Saint assassinated Jun Xiaoyao,

then the Yinming Heaven is the precedent.

Though the Fallen God Palace was vastly stronger than the Yinming Heaven,

it could not possibly withstand pressure from two Ancient Clans and one Supreme Academy simultaneously.

"Jun Xiaoyao may be strong, but I, the Fallen God Heir, am no weakling. Let me see just how much truth lies behind the legends of this Jun Clan Godling!"

The Fallen God Heir rose, his black-and-white wings flaring behind him.

Coldness and killing intent spread through the air!