Chapter 208: The Final Battle on Black Mountain Ancient Battlefield, Under the Gaze of Ten Thousand

The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Son has escalated across the entire Senluo Continent.

Everyone is awaiting this great battle.

Several days later, the Fallen God Son finally declared he would face Jun Xiaoyao in combat on Black Mountain.

Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, is one of the perilous lands of the Senluo Continent, teeming with all manner of demonic beasts and primordial relics.

Rumors say that deep within Black Mountain lies a bloodstained ancient battlefield platform.

Anyone who steps onto it to engage in combat will not be disturbed by the outside world.

Even a Saint cannot interfere with the outcome.

Once both combatants enter, they will not be released unless one is utterly defeated or dead.

In choosing such a place, the Fallen God Son had already resolved to give it his all.

Jun Xiaoyao may be strong, but he is no weakling.

If you're already trembling before the fight, what's the point of fighting at all?

The Fallen God Son's move was meant to sever all his own escape routes.

Only with one's back to the wall can one's greatest potential be squeezed out.

If the Fallen God Son wins this battle, the rewards will be endless.

"This Fallen God Son has some guts after all."

Upon hearing the news, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

He understood that the Fallen God Son's action had extinguished his fears and hesitations, cutting off every possible retreat.

Either transcendence to the ultimate realm, or silent annihilation.

"Young Master, the Fallen God Son intends harm against you—let me go in your stead," Yi Yu said beside him.

Everyone knows the Fallen God Son seeks to rise by trampling Jun Xiaoyao underfoot.

No one knows what methods he might unleash.

Yi Yu is utterly loyal to Jun Xiaoyao, willing to risk his life for him.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head Dandan ly: "The Fallen God Son's target is me—he will only fight me."

Though Yi Yu's strength rivals that of an immortal sect heir, sufficient to contend with the young prodigies of the Immortal Realms.

But the Fallen God Son clearly won't lower himself to fight Jun Xiaoyao's retainer.

"Spread the word—I will keep the appointment," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Along his journey, he had fought countless battles, great and small.

If this Fallen God Son can truly offer him a pleasant surprise, it would be a fortunate thing.

After all, being too invincible is also boring.

The news of Jun Xiaoyao's acceptance of the challenge ignited the entire Senluo Continent like a lit fuse.

Cultivators from all factions rushed toward Black Mountain.

Many prodigies from the Immortal Realms also set out, eager to witness this great battle between the young sovereigns of the Immortal Realms.

In an instant, Black Mountain—once desolate and nearly uninhabited—became thronged with people.

Flying ancient beasts streaked across the sky, floating airships darted through the air, and ferocious beasts pulled palanquins along the ground—all bearing prodigies and great figures from various factions.

In just a few short days, Black Mountain was packed wall-to-wall with people.

Even the demonic beasts and primordial relics were forced to retreat to the deepest recesses of Black Mountain.

After several days of waiting,

A dark cloud suddenly rolled in from the distant horizon.

Nine skeletal warhorses, their bones stark white, pulled a palanquin through the sky.

Two figures in black robes flitted through the void beside it, following closely.

"He's here—the Fallen God Son has arrived!" A roar of commotion erupted from all sides.

This young sovereign from the Immortal Realms had made his entrance with overwhelming dominance.

He commanded three major factions, annihilated the War Demon Sect, and radiated demonic might that shook the heavens.

"Still not here? Must I wait for him?" came the Fallen God Son's cold voice from within the palanquin, tinged with impatience.

Hours passed.

Finally, golden light shimmered in the distance as nine lion-like beasts pulled a golden palanquin across the sky.

Beside it followed Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Dong Xuan the Ancestor, and others.

Yan Qingying, the War Demon Sect's Sect Master, and a host of War Demon Sect cultivators also arrived.

The War Demon Sect's tragedy stemmed directly from the Fallen God Son's orders.

They had come to witness his end firsthand.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's party arrive, the Fallen God Son stepped out of his palanquin.

Black mist swirled around him, obscuring his face.

His long, gray-white hair reached his heels; behind him stretched a pair of black-and-white wings, wreathed in yin and yang energies.

His eyes reflected scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood—utterly terrifying.

The moment he appeared, a chilling, dark, and murderous aura radiated from him, suffocating all who felt it.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've finally come—are you prepared to pay the price for your actions today?" the Fallen God Son said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao also stepped out of his palanquin.

He and the Fallen God Son embodied two extremes of temperament.

The Fallen God Son resembled a death god from hell, radiating coldness and slaughter.

Jun Xiaoyao, in contrast, wore pure white robes, bathed in celestial radiance, like a celestial immortal descended from heaven.

Many female cultivators of the Senluo Continent were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and aura.

"The only price I might pay," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, "is wasting a little time."

This remark darkened the Fallen God Son's expression further.

The War Demon Sect cultivators gazed at the Fallen God Son with extreme hatred.

Without the Fallen God Son, the War Demon Sect would never have suffered this calamity.

Yan Qingying's eyes brimmed with killing intent.

The Fallen God Son noticed Yan Qingying—her aura was too unique, unlike anyone else's.

"Is it truly her?" he thought silently.

He had previously suspected the true heir of the Devouring God Technique was not Yan Fei.

Now, he was certain: Yan Fei's sister was the true heir of the Devouring God Technique.

"After I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still won't escape my grasp," the Fallen God Son said coldly, his voice laced with frost.

"A dead man has no business talking so much," Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

The cliché held true: villains always die from talking too much.

"Hmph…"

The Fallen God Son said nothing more and walked straight into the depths of Black Mountain.

Jun Xiaoyao followed suit.

Not long after, they reached the heart of Black Mountain, and the crowd of onlookers trailed behind.

There, deep within Black Mountain, lay an ancient, dust-covered battlefield platform.

The entire platform was stained with splatters of blood, as if the great heroes of old had spilled their lives upon it.

The ancient battlefield radiated an aura of antiquity and decay, with dao patterns woven through the surrounding void.

Whoever stepped onto it must fight to the death—only then would the ordeal end.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto it casually, without the slightest hesitation.

The Fallen God Son's vision filled with scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Yet his heart was far from as calm as Jun Xiaoyao's.

He had heard the legends of Jun Xiaoyao's exploits across the Immortal Realms.

To claim he felt no concern whatsoever would be a lie.

"Scared?" Jun Xiaoyao smirked.

"You overestimate yourself—who could make the Fallen God Son afraid?"

The Fallen God Son no longer hesitated—he stepped onto the ancient battlefield.

He did not know that this single step might be the distance between life and death.

One step—into the Yellow Springs!