Chapter 217: Jun Ying

The combined forces of the Four Sin Clans surged forward, nearly blockading all four sides of the Great Yin Imperial Capital.

This battle will be a fight to the death, leaving no room for compromise.

"Great Yin Emperor, you never expected that those tasked with suppressing us would sink to this state."

From the Tianyao Royal Clan stepped forth a Saint-level elder, his voice cold.

"For those whose bones flow with the blood of sin, even if you succeed today, you cannot bear the wrath of our Lord's family, Jun."

Upon hearing the words "Lord's family, Jun," the elders of the Four Sin Clans' eyes brimmed with hatred.

But beyond hatred, there was more—dread and fear.

That's right.

They were, in truth, somewhat afraid of Jun's retaliation.

Not just these Four Sin Clans—even if all Ten Sin Clans united, they could not shake the foundation of the Jun Clan.

"Hmph, don't scare us with the Jun Clan—they have plenty of enemies too: the Ancient Imperial Clans, the Life Forbidden Zones, etc. The Jun Clan can't control everything." A Saint from the Yecha Clan stepped forward, speaking coldly.

They were afraid, yes.

But could they truly submit to suppression just because of fear?

So overthrowing the Great Yin Empire was inevitable.

At that moment, the Tianyao Crown Prince stepped forward and said: "Why waste words? Today, the Great Yin Empire falls—and all those with Jun blood in their veins shall die!"

Blood-red light flared in the Tianyao Crown Prince's eyes; demonic aura surged into the heavens.

Even the Tianyao Clan's Saint elder silently accepted his words.

The Tianyao Crown Prince was now the most honored figure in the Tianyao Clan.

Not only because of his Divine Demon bloodline, but because the Immortal Realm's Divine Demon Palace had sent him to the mortal realm—only then could the Tianyao Clan break their seal.

Thus, the Tianyao Crown Prince's status within the Tianyao Clan was nearly equal to that of a Saint.

At that very moment, a clear, furious voice rang out from the Great Yin side.

"A mere branch of a Sin Clan, how dare you speak so boldly—who gave you the right to oppose my Jun Clan?"

The speaker was Jun Ying'er.

Her face flushed with fury; hearing the Tianyao Crown Prince's words, her cheeks burned red.

The Jun Clan's sense of honor was second to none, whether from the main line or the collateral branches.

"Oh, you're…"

The Tianyao Crown Prince glanced at Jun Ying'er, and a flicker of admiration passed through his eyes.

Though young, Jun Ying'er had already bloomed like a young lotus, her beauty just beginning to show.

This girl was far more delicate and alluring than the Yecha Princess.

Even if her figure and flawless features had not yet reached the perfection of Yan Rumen,

she was already an exquisite beauty in the making.

Such a pure, ethereal girl stirred deeper desire in men than the seductive Yecha Princess.

"Jun Clan, Jun Ying'er!" Jun Ying'er drew a purple longsword, her crystal-clear eyes blazing with battle intent.

Every Jun Clan member with Jun blood in their veins feared death not at all!

"Heh, so you're a Jun Clan member—perfect…" The Tianyao Crown Prince licked his lips.

He was thrilled.

To see such an alluring girl—and one from the Jun Clan, no less.

When the time came to torment her, it would be double the pleasure.

And Jun Ying'er's identity as a Jun Clan member would make the perfect outlet for the Tianyao Crown Prince's rage.

Seeing the Tianyao Crown Prince's lecherous gaze, Jun Ying'er sneered with contempt.

"Perfect—I'll crush you to vent my fury!" The Tianyao Crown Prince struck.

Jun Ying'er did not yield; she struck back.

As the two young prodigies clashed, both armies held their ground.

Though Jun Ying'er was a collateral branch of the Jun Clan and had been sent down to the mortal realm as a child,

her talent and strength were unquestionably top-tier in the mortal realm.

Her sword blade sliced through the void; waves of purple sword light flooded the sky, rushing toward the Tianyao Crown Prince.

"Such formidable strength!"

Many Imperial Princes and Princesses of the Great Yin, along with young prodigies, stared in astonishment.

Jun Ying'er rarely fought, so they had never realized how powerful this elf-like Princess Ying'er truly was.

Jun Ying'er's performance also startled Fang Han.

"Good thing I gained a boon and my strength surged—otherwise, I truly wouldn't be worthy of Ying'er." Fang Han thought to himself.

Before, had he seen Jun Ying'er with such power, he would have been utterly humiliated.

But now, Fang Han was calm.

He even felt that this Jun Ying'er was precisely the one worth his relentless devotion.

On the other side, seeing Jun Ying'er's attack, the Tianyao Crown Prince remained composed.

Before he could act, the Yecha Princess struck first.

"So what if she's a Jun Clan member? Who gave her the right to challenge the Crown Prince? Let me deal with her!"

The Yecha Princess's beautiful face hardened with coldness.

She had noticed the Tianyao Crown Prince's gaze toward Jun Ying'er.

Instantly, jealousy flared in her heart.

Her divine weapon was a black, flexible bone demon whip; as she swung it, it tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

The two girls clashed.

Purple sword light crisscrossed; black whip shadows darted.

Metallic clangs and vibrations echoed endlessly through the void.

Yet in this battle, the Yecha Princess gradually fell into disadvantage.

Finally, Jun Ying'er seized an opening—her sword flashed, piercing toward the Yecha Princess's face.

The Yecha Princess's expression turned to horror; she tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Nearby, the Tianyao Crown Prince's brows darkened.

"What a useless woman!"

Though he cursed inwardly, he still moved.

Blood-red demonic aura surged like a tidal wave, forming a giant palm that slammed forward.

The Tianyao Crown Prince's sudden strike caught Jun Ying'er off guard; she spun and raised her sword in haste to block.

But with a crash, she was blasted backward, her chest churning with turbulent qi.

As for the Yecha Princess, though she escaped death,

that sliver of sword qi still grazed her cheek.

It carved a long, bleeding gash across her beautiful face, blood trickling down.

"Ahh… you bitch!" The Yecha Princess screamed.

Eyes blazing red, she charged at Jun Ying'er, swinging her bone whip.

Jun Ying'er, still reeling from the Tianyao Crown Prince's blow, could only raise her sword to block.

The bone whip coiled around her sword.

The Yecha Princess darted forward, closed the distance, and slapped Jun Ying'er hard across the face.

A bright red palm print instantly marred Jun Ying'er's porcelain-white cheek.

"Ying'er!"

On this side, Fang Han stepped forward and acted immediately.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced.

Wasn't this the perfect chance for a hero to save the beauty?

If he displayed overwhelming strength and rescued Jun Ying'er decisively,

wouldn't he then become her hero?

Thinking this, Fang Han grew even more energized; his face twisted with righteous fury as he roared: "Sin Clan, you are truly despicable—how dare you use such dishonorable sneak attacks!"

As he spoke, he struck.

One hand shot out; solar and lunar shadows appeared, instantly blasting the Yecha Princess backward, blood spewing from her mouth.

"Hmm?" The Tianyao Crown Prince's gaze locked onto Fang Han.