Chapter 209: The Fallen God Son

As Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Son both stepped onto the Ancient Battlefield at the same moment.

Around the Ancient Battlefield, countless runes surfaced in the void, like a woven net, sealing off the surrounding space.

No one from outside could interfere.

Not even a Saint-level powerhouse could intervene in the battle.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've merely defeated a few prodigies—do you truly believe you're invincible among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm? Those stronger than you…"

The Fallen God Son spoke, but before he finished, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed it toward the Fallen God Son.

"Sorry, I have no habit of talking to the dead."

Jun Xiaoyao's fist radiated world-shaking light; as his punch unleashed, shadows spread and cracks formed across the surrounding space.

The Fallen God Son's face changed, and black qi surged around him.

He extended his hand and struck with a palm blast, carrying surging malevolent energy.

Boom!

After the clash, the Fallen God Son was instantly flung backward, his entire arm cracking with a sharp crunch.

He flew hundreds of zhang before slamming into the barrier of void runes, finally stopping.

Dead silence…

Countless cultivators from the Sen Luo Continent, along with some Immortal Realm prodigies watching, stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

This…

Doesn't make sense.

Shouldn't this be a fierce, back-and-forth battle, a life-or-death struggle that dims the heavens and extinguishes the sun and moon?

How is it that Jun Xiaoyao simply threw one punch and sent the Fallen God Son flying?

The Fallen God Son coughed twice, his face darkening to its deepest shade.

In his eyes lurked a flicker of shock.

Only he knew his body was extraordinary—carefully "crafted" by the Fallen God Palace.

In terms of physical strength, the Fallen God Son had never feared anyone.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao's simple punch had pushed him back, even causing his arm to tremble faintly.

This was astonishing—the Fallen God Son had never before been crushed in physical power by a peer-level prodigy.

"Hmm? This Fallen God Son's body…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

He had clearly noticed the strange nature of the Fallen God Son's body.

But it didn't matter.

Among peer-level prodigies, if Jun Xiaoyao claimed first in physical power, no one would dare claim second.

Jun Xiaoyao casually reached out, magic power surging into a Spear of the Ming God, piercing toward the Fallen God Son.

The Fallen God Son quickly regained his composure.

He was, after all, the Fallen God Palace's young supreme genius, an unparalleled talent—though he lost the first exchange, it didn't shake his form.

"So what if you're the Ancient Holy Body? That physique is long-declined—it cannot rise again." The Fallen God Son spoke, as if bolstering his own confidence.

He struck again, his physical power surging, black malevolent qi coiling around his palm as he slammed it into the Spear of the Ming God.

With a thunderous crash, the void shattered; behind him, his black-and-white wings flared, and his body accelerated into blinding speed as he charged Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao summoned his Demon Wings and punched again.

Their fist energies collided, the thunderous echoes like war drums pounding.

The void trembled and resonated, as if unable to bear the immense force.

"This Fallen God Son is incredible—he's actually holding his own against the Jun Clan's Divine Son."

"He is the Fallen God Palace's Divine Son after all; this performance is normal."

"But I feel like the Jun Clan's Divine Son isn't even serious—he's just playing around."

Some Immortal Realm prodigies watching around them whispered among themselves.

As for Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, and others, they showed zero concern for Jun Xiaoyao, their expressions calm.

Only the War Demon Sect cultivators looked uneasy.

They didn't know just how strong Jun Xiaoyao truly was, so worry was inevitable.

"Young Master, let Qingying see your true strength." Yan Qingying's dark, beautiful eyes held a flicker of curiosity.

The man she followed could never be an ordinary person.

She wanted to see Jun Xiaoyao use his true power to utterly conquer her.

Inside the Ancient Battlefield, their fists clashed.

Jun Xiaoyao had indeed not used his full strength—he was observing the Fallen God Son's body.

The Fallen God Son's body was strange, almost as if it weren't truly his own.

Jun Xiaoyao found this intriguing.

Meanwhile, the Fallen God Son developed a delusion—that his body could match Jun Xiaoyao's.

"The Ancient Holy Body? That's all it is." The Fallen God Son's confidence grew stronger.

He now believed Jun Xiaoyao's reputation was exaggerated.

"Hmph… I see. What isn't yours, never truly is." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew deep as he looked at the Fallen God Son.

The Fallen God Son's expression flickered, his heart startled.

Had Jun Xiaoyao seen through his body?

But even if he had, it didn't matter—the Fallen God Son believed Jun Xiaoyao couldn't defeat him.

"Since you understand, there's no point in dragging this out." Jun Xiaoyao immediately activated the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force.

Golden blood surged like a volcano, forming a lifelike golden divine elephant.

The golden divine elephant roared to the heavens, as if capable of subjugating all eight directions and ten realms.

Jun Xiaoyao punched forward, unleashing his full power—three billion seven hundred million jin of divine strength erupted, shattering the space before him.

The Fallen God Son struck again, trying to resist once more.

But this time, his face turned utterly pale.

A terrifying force exploded outward, like an ancient beast crushing everything in its path.

He was blasted backward, spitting blood, his arm bones cracking under the shock.

This punch, compared to his previous ones, was incomparable—it utterly crushed him.

This stunned not only the Fallen God Son, but also every single spectator around him, who all drew a sharp breath.

"Is this the Jun Clan's Divine Son's true strength?" Many Immortal Realm prodigies exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

The Fallen God Son was no ordinary being—he was one of the most terrifying young supreme geniuses in the Immortal Realm.

Yet now, he was repeatedly beaten down by Jun Xiaoyao.

In contrast, the Fallen God Son couldn't inflict even a single scratch on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you hateful bastard!"

The Fallen God Son wiped blood from his lips, his fury blazing.

He had always been the one crushing others—never had anyone crushed him.

Jun Xiaoyao was the first.

The Fallen God Son struck again, manifesting the Fallen God Palace's terrifying great technique.

Malevolent qi surged around him, coalescing behind him into the form of an eight-armed Yama Lord.

He unleashed another palm strike—eight pitch-black palm prints appeared, as if ready to shatter the void itself!

"It's the Fallen God Palace's ultimate technique—the Eight-Armed Yama Hand!" Some Immortal Realm prodigies couldn't help but cry out.

The Eight-Armed Yama Hand was a terrifying technique of the Fallen God Palace, its power absolute.

These eight palms could shatter gods and buddhas alike.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, formed the Emperor Seal; behind him appeared the shadow of a sovereign, towering and vast, holding up heaven and treading earth.

He pressed his seal, colliding with the Fallen God Son's technique.

One side manifested the eight-armed Yama Lord's shadow, palm prints shattering heaven and splitting earth!

The other side manifested the boundless imperial figure, one seal subjugating the cosmos!

Emperor versus Yama!