Chapter 219: The Palm Print Descended from Heaven, Smashing the Tianyao Crown Prince, Obliterating the Yecha Princess—Jun Xiaoyao Arr

"Stop!"

Seeing Tianyao Prince strike at Jun Ying'er, Fang Han let out a roar.

But his chest throbbed with agony, blood gushing from wounds—he was severely injured and could not move to rescue her.

"Audacious!"

The Emperor of Dayin and others could no longer sit idle.

Jun Ying'er was a Jun family member—they could not watch passively as a Jun was crushed by the Sin Clan.

Thus, the Dayin Empire acted.

Simultaneously, the Four Sin Clan allied forces launched their assault.

Tianyao Prince's suppression of Jun Ying'er acted like a fuse, igniting the war completely.

At the same time, several figures radiating monstrous demonic aura appeared in the nearby void.

Among them were two figures in black robes, their demonic energy surging, exuding the aura of Demon Saints.

They were the Demon God Palace's Demon Saints, hiding their identities.

They dared not openly conceal their identities, so they resorted to this self-deceiving method to aid the Tianyao Clan.

Of course, in terms of strength and roster, the Sin Clan side utterly dominated.

"Useless! Jun Ying'er, no one can save you!"

Tianyao Prince extended his palm—a blood-red palm print materialized, drenched in crimson demonic energy, shattering the ten directions.

Jun Ying'er was thrown back repeatedly, blood spilling from her cherry lips.

Gazing at the blood-red palm print descending like a prison.

Even though Jun Ying'er's heart was resolute, her luminous eyes could not help but reveal a thread of despair.

After all, she was merely a girl of fourteen or fifteen.

Watching this, Fang Han struggled, powerless to act.

He, after all, was not the world-shaking hero Jun Ying'er dreamed of.

"It's over. Next, I'll make you suffer terribly!" Tianyao Prince's face twisted into a perverse grin.

Jun Ying'er's eyes glimmered with death.

She would rather die than fall into Tianyao Prince's hands and endure humiliation.

"Too bad my wish won't come true, Brother… I'll never get to see you again in the Immortal Realm."

Jun Ying'er closed her eyes; a single glistening tear slipped silently from her corner.

In this moment, the clamor of war around her seemed to be drained away.

And in this absolute silence,

Jun Ying'er suddenly heard a soft, detached voice at her ear.

"Dare you strike at a Jun? What are you?"

Hearing the voice, Jun Ying'er snapped open her eyes.

Then she saw the most unforgettable scene of her life.

A vast, majestic golden palm print, like a golden mountain, descended from the heavens!

It shattered the sky's clouds, swept clean the eight realms and ten directions!

As the golden palm print fell, it was as if a corner of heaven had collapsed.

"Who?!"

Tianyao Prince's body hair stood on end—he screamed in terror!

He had no time to react.

With a thunderous crash,

the golden palm print descending from the heavens smashed Tianyao Prince straight into the earth!

BOOM!

As if a magnitude-ten earthquake erupted, the ground shook violently.

On the earth, a deep pit shaped like a palm print appeared, with thick cracks spreading like spiderwebs in all directions.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

This sudden, heaven-descending palm print had slammed Tianyao Prince into the ground, his fate unknown.

The shock was too overwhelming!

Even the newly ignited battlefield froze momentarily.

Some Saint-level cultivators wore expressions of stunned disbelief.

From the heavens descended a figure clad in white robes—peerless, transcendent, stepping through the air!

Like a divine child, a celestial descendant!

It was Jun Xiaoyao!

His white robes fluttered, his hair jet-black, his skin like divine jade carved—his entire being radiated ethereal grace and divine brilliance!

"Is that… a god?" Some Dayin Empire cultivators stared, dumbfounded.

As for Jun Ying'er, her heart was engulfed in unprecedented shock!

At this moment, the figure in white robes, like a celestial exile, stepped forward on clouds of divine radiance.

How eerily similar to the world-shaking hero she had imagined—descending from heaven, white robes fluttering, riding seven-colored clouds!

No!

Rather, Jun Xiaoyao now was even more transcendent and peerless than the hero she had dreamed of!

Jun Xiaoyao's divine beauty and his overwhelming move—slamming Tianyao Prince with a single palm—far surpassed her fantasy.

Jun Ying'er's heart was instantly pierced by Cupid's arrow.

She was not someone who fell in love easily.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao perfectly matched every one of her maidenly fantasies.

In fact, he surpassed them by far too much!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's appearance had frozen the entire battlefield.

"I… I didn't imagine it, did I? Tianyao Prince was smashed into the ground by that white-robed young master?"

"Correct—that palm print was too terrifying. What realm is that white-robed young master?"

After the brief silence, a deafening uproar erupted, shaking the heavens.

The entire battle had been thrown into chaos by Jun Xiaoyao, momentarily halted.

"Who… who is he?"

On the ground, the bloodied, battered Fang Han stood frozen.

Then he saw Jun Ying'er's expression—dazed, vacant, as if turned to stone.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored the stunned, bewildered, or awestruck expressions around him.

His gaze first turned to Jun Ying'er.

"Yes. It's her." Jun Xiaoyao murmured inwardly.

Because Jun Wanjie had once accompanied him, Jun Xiaoyao was familiar with Jun Wanjie's bloodline aura.

The girl before him, dressed in a pale purple gauze dress, bore the same bloodline aura as Jun Wanjie.

Her age also matched.

Without doubt, this girl was Jun Wanjie's younger sister, stranded in the mortal realm.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao also saw Jun Ying'er's slightly swollen cheek, still bearing a palm print.

His figure blurred slightly—and next instant, he stood before Jun Ying'er.

Jun Ying'er's face flushed faintly, unsure how to react.

She had been composed and calm before Fang Han and others.

But facing this immortal-like white-robed young master, she felt flustered and disoriented.

Her heart pounded like a startled deer.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and gently touched Jun Ying'er's swollen cheek.

Jun Ying'er's heartbeat quickened further.

Normally, if a stranger did this to her, it would be harassment—Jun Ying'er would have been furious.

But now, she submitted like a porcelain doll.

Jun Ying'er had wanted to refuse—but Jun Xiaoyao was simply too handsome!

And more importantly, she sensed Jun Xiaoyao's tone held no mockery or lewd intent.

"Who did this?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Yecha Princess," Jun Ying'er pouted, her voice trembling with grievance.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm glided gently, divine radiance spreading.

Instantly, Jun Ying'er's cheek returned to its original state—soft, white as jade.

Seeing this, Fang Han felt like vomiting blood.

Though he and Jun Ying'er had no real relationship, at this moment he felt as if a green field had grown atop his head.

After restoring Jun Ying'er's cheek, Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his hand and turned toward Yecha Princess.

He said nothing—his gaze cold as ice, one palm descended to crush her.

A golden palm print surged through the void, emitting a thunderous roar!

The Night Demon Princess had no chance to react—she was instantly crushed with a sharp crack!

Crushed into pulp by the golden palm print!

One palm slammed the Heavenly Demon Prince deep into the earth, life and death unknown.

He crushed the Night Demon Princess in one hand, as if squashing an ant.

Jun Xiaoyao stood like a god descending, shaking all around him!