Chapter 212: The Fallen Divine Son

The Fallen Divine Son unleashed every last card in his arsenal, fully exerting his true strength.

Yet he still could not scratch Jun Xiaoyao.

This left everyone utterly hopeless.

The Fallen Divine Son couldn't even hope to match Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if he could just wound Jun Xiaoyao, it would at least offer some psychological balance.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao bore not a single wound—this was truly despairing.

Their strengths were not even on the same level; Jun Xiaoyao had utterly crushed him from start to finish.

Any clear-eyed observer could see the Fallen Divine Son's fate was sealed—he was doomed to defeat.

The power of the Sixfold Lunhui Fist surged wildly, as if dragging the victim into the cycle of rebirth and grinding them to dust.

The surrounding space was shattered by six swirling vortexes of Lunhui.

Amid this assault, the Fallen Divine Son's body cracked again, blood spraying out—utterly disheveled and pitiful.

At this moment, fear finally flickered in the Fallen Divine Son's eyes.

Yes.

The Fallen Divine Son, a top disciple of the Fallen Divine Palace, who had never known fear, was now afraid.

It was unimaginable that the cold, cruel Fallen Divine Son would wear such an expression.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's indifferent gaze, the Fallen Divine Son's heart sank.

He knew Jun Xiaoyao intended to kill him.

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you really dare kill me?" the Fallen Divine Son screamed.

"That remark only proves your stupidity—what have I not dared to do?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

"I am the heir of the Fallen Divine Palace—if you kill me, they will never let this go!" the Fallen Divine Son had no choice but to invoke his background.

Jun Xiaoyao merely shook his head with a cold, mocking laugh.

Using one's lineage as a shield after losing—that was truly foolish.

Such threats might work on others.

But to Jun Xiaoyao, they were laughable.

Should he fear the Fallen Divine Palace?

At least Jun Xiaoyao saw no reason to.

He struck again, utterly shattering the Fallen Divine Son.

The Fallen Divine Son tried to summon protective magic treasures, but despairingly realized this ancient battlefield restricted all such techniques.

No cheating methods could be used.

"Aaaahhh…" the Fallen Divine Son let out a deafening roar, his gray-white hair whipping wildly, his grief and rage so intense he felt like vomiting blood.

He truly hated it!

He had dug his own grave and jumped right in!

"Stop, Young Master!" the two black-robed sages could no longer hold back.

They could not intervene in the battle, only helplessly watch from outside.

"How dare you!" Dongxuan Ancestor and Gu Yuan roared back, unleashing their Saint-level cultivation to confront the two black-robed sages head-on.

Jun Xiaoyao completely shattered the Fallen Divine Son, leaving him utterly powerless.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao left him one breath alive—he did not kill him outright.

"What's going on? Is the Jun Clan's Divine Son going easy on him?" some Immortal Realm prodigies wondered suspiciously.

"You're imagining things—based on Jun Xiaoyao's past behavior, is he the type to show mercy?" others shook their heads.

The Fallen Divine Son clearly understood Jun Xiaoyao would not spare him.

Yet he had left him one breath alive.

At this moment, the Dao patterns surrounding the ancient battlefield began to fade.

The outcome had been decided.

"Young Master!" the two black-robed sages moved to act.

But they were blocked by Dongxuan Ancestor and Gu Yuan.

Yan Qingying, meanwhile, became a blur of shadow, dashing toward the ancient battlefield.

"Take him. His life ends with you," Jun Xiaoyao tossed the broken, doglike Fallen Divine Son to Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying's brother Yan Fei's death could be traced entirely to the Fallen Divine Son.

The Fallen Divine Son was Yan Qingying's obsession.

Unless this obsession was eradicated, it would damage her Dao heart.

Jun Xiaoyao did not want his follower's Dao heart to crack.

That was why he left the Fallen Divine Son alive—to let Yan Qingying end it, to sever her obsession.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you…" blood gushed from the Fallen Divine Son's mouth, his expression filled with bitter rage.

If he were killed by Jun Xiaoyao, it would be tragic—but at least he wouldn't lose face.

After all, his killer was the strongest prodigy of the Immortal Realm.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao intended to let a girl from the lower realms end his life.

To the Fallen Divine Son, this was pure humiliation.

"Fallen Divine Son, when you casually gave the order that led to my brother's death, did you ever imagine you'd meet this end?"

Yan Qingying's eyes were as cold and deep as night stars.

"If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't interfered, I would have had everything!" the Fallen Divine Son's eyes burned crimson.

He made no plea for mercy—he knew it was useless.

"Then die. Pay for my brother's life!" Yan Qingying struck.

A pitch-black devouring vortex emerged, like a dark grinding stone, shredding all in its path.

"What? This girl is the true heir of the Devouring God Art?!"

Upon seeing Yan Qingying's move, countless onlookers cried out in shock.

Some Immortal Realm prodigies finally understood why Jun Xiaoyao had acted that way.

He had long planned to subdue the Devouring God Art heir!

"Sigh, now I finally understand the gap between me and the Jun Clan's Divine Son."

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son isn't just immensely powerful—he's also supremely wise. He's been preparing to subdue the Devouring God Art heir all along."

"Compared to him, the Fallen Divine Son's defeat is no surprise," many prodigies sighed.

The Fallen Divine Son's shattered body was sucked into the devouring vortex.

Even his soul within the Divine Palace could not escape being devoured.

The agony was a thousand times worse than death by a thousand cuts.

Finally, the Fallen Divine Son was entirely consumed.

His flesh, blood, and essence transformed into pure energy, absorbed and refined by Yan Qingying.

Her aura surged steadily, reaching the Return-to-One realm.

Simultaneously, energy began gathering behind Yan Qingying, forming a pair of black-and-white wings.

"That's… the Fallen Heaven Wings!" the crowd gasped.

Weren't those the Fallen Divine Son's unique physique?

How were they appearing on Yan Qingying?

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, showed no surprise.

As the heir of the Devouring God Art, Yan Qingying's strengths surely went beyond just that technique.

She must possess a rare physique, exceptionally suited to absorbing diverse energy types—that's why she was chosen as its heir.

Now, clad in a black long dress, slender and elegant, with her black-and-white Fallen Heaven Wings spread behind her, swirling Yin and Yang energies,

she looked every bit like a beautiful fallen angel.

She already bore the bearing and aura of a young supreme being.

It wouldn't be long before Yan Qingying caught up to the Immortal Realm's younger generation and became Jun Xiaoyao's loyal follower.

"Young Master, thank you for your great grace—I will serve you faithfully for all eternity!"

Yan Qingying knelt before Jun Xiaoyao, her dark, starlike eyes filled with resolve.

Beneath them, a faint trace of admiration lingered.

Jun Xiaoyao had crushed the Fallen Divine Son and avenged her.

Who wouldn't love a man like this?

Yan Qingying was surely about to become Jun Xiaoyao's devoted female lapdog.

The two black-robed sages, meanwhile, felt their hearts sink.

The great figures of the Immortal Realm's Fallen Divine Palace would surely be enraged.

At that very moment,

in the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm, at the Fallen Divine Palace's location, a supreme being's roar of fury echoed.

"Who is it?!"