Chapter 208

The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Child intensified throughout the entire Senluo Continent.

Everyone was looking forward to this great battle.

A few days later, the Fallen God Child finally announced that he would engage in a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao at Black Mountain.

Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, was a dangerous place on the Senluo Continent, teeming with all kinds of demonic beasts and ancient remnants.

It was rumored that deep within Black Mountain, there was an ancient, blood-stained battle platform.

Anyone who stepped onto it to engage in a decisive battle would not be disturbed by the outside world.

Even a Sage could not interfere with the battle.

Once both sides entered, the ancient battle platform would not let them out unless one side was completely defeated or dead.

It could be said that the Fallen God Child had chosen such a location with the determination to give it his all.

Jun Xiaoyao might be strong, but he wasn't weak either.

If he started feeling timid before the fight even began, then there was no point in fighting.

The Fallen God Child's move was to cut off his own retreat.

Only by fighting with his back to the river could he squeeze out his greatest potential.

If the Fallen God Child won this battle, the benefits he would gain would be endless.

"This Fallen God Child actually has some courage."

Upon learning this news, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent.

He knew that the Fallen God Child's move was to extinguish the fear and timidity in his heart, completely cutting off his retreat.

It was either sublimation to the ultimate realm or a dismal fall.

"Young Master, this Fallen God Child intends to harm you. Why don't you let me go instead?" Yi Yu said from the side.

Anyone with eyes could see that the Fallen God Child wanted to use this battle to step on Jun Xiaoyao and rise to the top.

No one knew what kind of methods he would employ.

Yi Yu was loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and was willing to take risks for him.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head indifferently and said, "The Fallen God Child's target is me, and he will only fight me."

Although Yi Yu's strength was comparable to that of a successor of an immortal force and was enough to contend with these young supreme prodigies of the Immortal Realm,

the Fallen God Child clearly wouldn't lower his status to fight Jun Xiaoyao's follower.

"Send the message out: this Divine Son will keep the appointment," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

He had been through countless battles, large and small, along his journey.

If this Fallen God Child could truly bring him a little surprise, that would be a fortunate event.

After all, being too invincible was also quite boring.

The news of Jun Xiaoyao keeping the appointment was like lighting a fuse, causing the entire Senluo Continent to completely boil over.

Cultivators from all forces rushed toward Black Mountain.

Many prodigies from the Immortal Realm also set off, unable to wait to witness this battle between young supremes of the Immortal Realm.

For a time, the desolate and rarely visited Black Mountain became incredibly lively.

Flying ancient beasts flashed across the sky, flying boats glided through the air, and on the ground, fierce beasts pulled chariots—all were prodigies and important figures from various forces.

In just a few short days, the entire Black Mountain was packed densely with people.

Even those demonic beasts and ancient remnants were forced to retreat to the deepest part of Black Mountain.

After several days of waiting,

black clouds suddenly rolled in from the distant horizon.

Nine pale-white skeleton warhorses pulled a chariot through the air.

Beside it, two black-robed figures flashed through the void, following along.

"They're here; that Fallen God Child is here!" A clamor erupted in all directions.

This young supreme who had descended from the Immortal Realm was incredibly domineering from the moment he appeared.

Commanding three major forces and wiping out the War Demon Hall, his devilish might was monstrous.

"Hasn't he come yet? Do I have to wait for him?" A cold voice came from the chariot, sounding somewhat impatient.

A full several hours passed.

Only then did golden light flicker in the distant sky, and nine lions pulled a golden chariot, stepping through the air.

Following beside it were Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, the Dongxuan Ancestor, and others.

There was also Yan Qingying, the War Demon Hall Master, and a group of War Demon Hall cultivators, all of whom had followed.

The source of the War Demon Hall's tragedy was the Fallen God Child's order.

Therefore, they wanted to witness the Fallen God Child's end with their own eyes.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrive, the Fallen God Child stepped out of his chariot.

His body was wreathed in black mist, his features blurred.

His gray-white hair was very long, hanging down to his feet, and he had a pair of black and white wings on his back, wreathed in yin and yang energy.

His eyes seemed to reflect scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; it was terrifying.

The moment the Fallen God Child appeared, he radiated a dark, murderous, and icy aura that was simply suffocating.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've finally arrived. Today, are you prepared to pay the price for your actions?" the Fallen God Child said in an icy tone.

Jun Xiaoyao also stepped out of his chariot.

He and the Fallen God Child were like two extremes in temperament.

The Fallen God Child was like a reaper from hell, radiating coldness and killing intent.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, was peerless in white, shrouded in immortal radiance, like a banished immortal.

Many female cultivators from the Senluo Continent present were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and temperament.

"The only price this Divine Son might have to pay is wasting a little time," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

These words made the Fallen God Child's expression even more somber.

The cultivators of the War Demon Hall looked at the Fallen God Child with extreme hatred.

If it weren't for the Fallen God Child, the War Demon Hall wouldn't have suffered this disaster.

Killing intent filled Yan Qingying's eyes.

The Fallen God Child also noticed Yan Qingying; after all, her aura was too special, different from the others.

"Is it really her?" the Fallen God Child thought to himself.

He had previously guessed that the true successor of the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Art might not be Yan Fei.

Now, he could be certain that this Yan Fei's younger sister was the true successor of the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Art.

"After I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still won't be able to escape my grasp," the Fallen God Child said in a chilling tone, radiating coldness.

"How can a dead man talk so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Villains die from talking too much; it was true indeed.

"Hmph..."

The Fallen God Child said nothing more and went directly toward the depths of Black Mountain.

Jun Xiaoyao did the same.

Before long, they arrived in the depths of Black Mountain, and the many other cultivators who were there to watch the excitement followed.

They saw that in the depths of Black Mountain, there was a dust-covered ancient arena.

The entire arena was stained with spots of blood, as if supreme talents of the past had left their blood upon it.

This ancient battle platform radiated an ancient and vicissitudinous aura, and the surrounding void was interwoven with Dao patterns.

If anyone stepped into it, they would definitely have to fight to the death to end it.

Jun Xiaoyao was very casual; without any hesitation, he stepped directly onto it.

In the Fallen God Child's eyes, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood emerged.

His heart, however, was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao's.

After all, he had heard of Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary deeds in the Immortal Realm.

To say he didn't care at all would be impossible.

"What, are you timid?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.

"You think too much. Who could make me, the Fallen God Child, timid?"

The Fallen God Child no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ancient battle platform.

Little did he know that this step might be the distance between life and death.

One step, to the Yellow Springs!