Chapter 216

The battle on the Dragon Subcontinent was about to erupt.

Meanwhile, on the Senluo Continent, Jun Xiaoyao was preparing to depart.

He had originally come to the Senluo Continent only as a transit point.

But the affairs of the War Demon Temple and the Fallen Divine Son had delayed him for a time.

Jun Xiaoyao rested only a few days before setting out again.

This time, their group had gained one more member: Yan Qingying.

They stepped onto the Senluo Continent's teleportation array and directly descended onto the Dragon Subcontinent.

The moment they arrived on the Dragon Subcontinent, they learned the situation.

The Sin Clan sought revenge, and the Great Yin Imperial Army was retreating step by step.

Other factions had even intervened, aiding the Sin Clan.

The Four Sin Clans' united army was now advancing toward the East, toward the capital of the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty.

"Interesting. Other factions dare aid the Sin Clan against my Jun family's followers? They're utterly clueless about death."

A cold sneer appeared on Jun Xiaoyao's immortal-like, handsome face.

Assisting the Sin Clan against the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty was secondary.

The main issue was that this faction seemed to hold the Jun family in no regard.

The dignity of the Ancient Wilderness Jun family must not be defiled!

As the Jun family's Divine Son, Jun Xiaoyao could never turn a blind eye to this.

"Depart for the capital of the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty!" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's expressionless, icy demeanor,

Yi Yu, Dongxuan Ancestor, and others fell silent.

They knew Jun Xiaoyao never revealed his emotions.

The fact he showed this expression alone proved the cold fury within him.

"Those Sin Clan bastards are in for trouble…" Dongxuan Ancestor sighed inwardly.

…

Seven days passed.

The Four Sin Clans' united army, like a sharp dagger, plunged deep into the heart of the East, nearing the capital of the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty.

The Great Yin Imperial Dynasty had made all its preparations.

The entire capital stood like an iron fortress.

Yet the faces of the Great Yin Emperor and others were grim, even tinged with resolve.

He knew today, the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty faced dire odds.

On the city walls, a girl in a pale purple gauze dress stood against the wind.

Her features were exquisitely perfect: starlike eyes like lacquer, a delicate nose and small lips.

Her slender frame glowed with porcelain-white skin, radiating ethereal grace, like a spirit.

This spirit-like, exquisitely beautiful, noble girl was Jun Ying'er.

Her delicate face now bore a solemn expression.

Logically, given Jun Ying'er's status, she need not have fought on the front lines at all.

But the pride of being a Jun family member made her unwilling to hide in the rear.

She was a Jun, her blood flowing with the Jun lineage.

Though merely an obscure collateral branch.

Yet that sense of family honor was woven into her bones and blood.

Beside her stood a young man in brocade robes, gazing at Jun Ying'er with tender eyes: Prince Sixteen, Fang Han.

Facing the impending battle, Fang Han felt no fear.

Why?

Of course, because Fang Han knew he was the destined protagonist of the Dragon Subcontinent.

Only those blessed with supreme destiny could receive the Divine Altar Edict of the Dragon Subcontinent.

That Fang Han had received it proved he was Heaven's Chosen.

Would a protagonist favored by Heaven die so easily?

Of course not.

Fang Han even believed that even if the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty truly fell,

He would not die—he would rise in the chaos and become the master of the Dragon Subcontinent.

With this confidence, Fang Han felt no panic; instead, he gazed at Jun Ying'er with adoring tenderness.

Sensing Fang Han's gaze, Jun Ying'er furrowed her delicate brows. "Fang Han, with such a formidable enemy at our door, we must prepare. This may be our hardest battle yet."

"Ying'er, I know that. But in every past battle, haven't I always turned danger into safety?" Fang Han smirked.

Hearing Fang Han call her "Ying'er," Jun Ying'er still frowned.

Previously, Fang Han had always been cautious and polite, addressing her as "Princess Ying'er."

But as he rose to prominence and grew stronger,

His personality had subtly shifted.

Now he even dared to call her "Ying'er" outright.

Though Jun Ying'er felt some distaste, one thing Fang Han said was true.

In every past battle, large or small, Fang Han had always escaped danger—and his strength always surged.

"You've grown this far. I'm pleased. You've done quite well." Jun Ying'er said casually.

She'd merely offered polite praise.

But Fang Han took it as truth, his heart swelling with delight.

"I'm getting closer—closer to becoming the peerless hero in Ying'er's heart." Fang Han thought.

In this battle, he would shine utterly, making Jun Ying'er know:

He, and only he, was the peerless hero in Jun Ying'er's heart!

As Fang Han began daydreaming, even imagining Jun Ying'er throwing herself into his arms,

BOOM!

The ground suddenly trembled, shaking like a drumhead.

"They're here!"

Across the sky, the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty's elites and several Jun family collateral branches from the lower realms all grew grim.

They looked out.

Far on the horizon, a dark tide surged over the sky.

It was the dense, countless ranks of the Sin Clan's united army.

Among them were the three-eyed Spirit Clan, towering like little giants, their third eyes glowing with divine arts—capable of releasing petrifying beams to turn enemies to stone.

This clan had once been a supreme race in the Immortal Realm, causing chaos, until finally crushed by the Jun family.

In the sky flew the Blackwing Bat Clan and the Nightlord Royal Clan.

Both were fearsome races, cruel by nature.

The Blackwing Bat Clan feasted on fresh blood; the Nightlord Royal Clan had committed boundless massacres.

Lastly came the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan, whose aura of demonic energy surged skyward.

This clan carried the blood of an Ancient Demon Emperor, immensely noble, once renowned in the Immortal Realm.

Yet in the end, like the other Nine Ancient Clans, they were crushed by the Jun family and cast down to the mortal realm.

At this moment, the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince stood among the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan, the beautiful Nightlord Princess close beside him.

"At last, this day has come! The Great Yin Imperial Dynasty has oppressed our ancient clans for countless years—today, we shall uproot them!"

"And the Jun family—I've heard there are some Jun people in this dynasty. They will pay!" The Heavenly Demon Crown Prince narrowed his eyes, his gaze icy.

They could not yet retaliate against the Jun family of the Immortal Realm.

So they would first torture and kill the Jun people in the Great Yin Imperial Dynasty, to vent their rage.

As for consequences?

The Heavenly Demon Crown Prince believed the Demon God Palace would protect him.

For he bore the Demon God bloodline, with limitless potential—his future rank would be at least that of a Demon Dao Sovereign.

That was his confidence, his shield!