Chapter 220: Casually Suppressing the Demon Prince, Jun Ying

In this realm, everyone was momentarily stunned.

Jun Xiaoyao's display utterly shattered their spirits.

Jun Ying'er's rosy lips hung open in a perfect O, her eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Even the Night Princess had struggled to handle him.

Yet this impossibly handsome white-robed young lord had slain him with a single hand, without exerting the slightest effort.

"May I ask, Young Lord, who are you?" Jun Ying'er asked nervously.

"I was entrusted by someone to bring you back to the Immortal Realm," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Upon hearing this, Jun Ying'er's mind exploded like thunder roaring in her skull.

She grew dazed, tears glistening in her luminous eyes.

Had her brother finally fulfilled his promise and reached the pinnacle?

Now he could even send someone down to find her.

"Did my brother send you to find me?" Jun Ying'er exclaimed, voice trembling with excitement.

"This…" Jun Xiaoyao fell silent for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

"That's wonderful," Jun Ying'er beamed, her smile as pure and radiant as a lily.

She glanced again at Jun Xiaoyao's face, veiled in divine radiance, exquisitely noble and elegant, and a doubt stirred in her heart.

She believed her brother had grown immensely strong.

But could even his followers be this powerful?

At that moment, a thunderous crash echoed.

From the deep palm-print crater, blood-red demonic energy erupted like a volcanic geyser.

Then a figure emerged from within—it was the Demon Prince.

Yet now, the Demon Prince looked utterly broken.

His hair hung wild and matted, his body drenched in blood, flesh cracked, skin slashed with countless crimson gashes.

This sight made it impossible to connect him with the once aloof and supreme Demon Prince.

At this moment, the Demon Prince had become a second Fang Han—equally wretched.

"Who are you? How dare you ambush me?" The Demon Prince's eyes blazed with crimson flames.

Had he not been protected by his demonic god bloodline, that blow would have crushed his body into dust.

"Still alive? You've got luck," Jun Xiaoyao said, slightly surprised.

Eighty percent of prodigies couldn't survive his slap.

This Demon Prince enduring one palm strike does have some merit.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't know the Demon Prince carried demonic god blood.

Even if he had known, it wouldn't have stirred him.

The prodigies he'd faced—weren't all of them armed with hidden trump cards?

A mere demonic god bloodline couldn't rattle Jun Xiaoyao.

"You haven't answered my question!" The Demon Prince glared fiercely at Jun Xiaoyao.

Why should a godling waste words on an ant?

Jun Xiaoyao struck again, golden light blazing, blood qi surging like a storm, crushing down upon the Demon Prince.

"A godling…" The Demon Prince murmured, then snapped back to reality, his expression filled with shock as he cried out: "You're… the Jun Clan's Divine Son!"

This white-robed young lord before him, like a celestial exile, was the Jun Clan Divine Son that Yan Rumeng had warned her about with such dread!

His cry sent shockwaves through the crowd, followed by a roar of uproar.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son—Lord Jun's reinforcements have arrived!" The Great Yin Emperor and others froze, then their faces lit up with overwhelming joy.

Lord Jun's clan had finally come!

And he knew the Jun Clan wouldn't send only one Divine Son to the mortal realm—he must have accompanying guardians.

With this, the Great Yin Empire was saved!

"What? Divine Son?" Jun Ying'er gasped, her delicate hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide.

Though she was a collateral branch of the Jun Clan, sent down to the mortal realm since childhood,

she understood what the words "Divine Son" meant.

They were beings her own brother could only look up to!

Now, Jun Ying'er regained her senses and realized her mistake.

This white-robed young lord was not her brother's follower.

In fact, her brother might very well be his follower!

Jun Xiaoyao pushed his palm across the void, revealing no technique whatsoever.

The thirty-seven hundred million jin of divine power amplified by Divine Elephant Subjugation, combined with the strength of seventy Luo Immortal Bones, was enough to sweep across the mortal realm for ten thousand miles!

BOOM!

The void shattered, heaven and earth trembled!

Jun Xiaoyao's every movement was like an ancient god descending, annihilating heaven and earth!

The Demon Prince's expression twisted in utter shock, pupils dilated with disbelief.

Now he finally understood what Yan Rumeng's warning had meant.

"Demon Prince Shatter-Void Claw!"

The Demon Prince unleashed all his power, squeezing every drop of bloodline energy.

His demonic god blood surged violently, forming a spectral demonic god behind him.

A colossal crimson claw tore through heaven and earth, colliding with Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Yet—

THUD!

No doubt remained.

The Demon Prince Shatter-Void Claw, which had just crushed Fang Han into ruin, couldn't even slow Jun Xiaoyao by a hair.

Jun Xiaoyao formed the Emperor's Seal, and behind him appeared a colossal, towering imperial specter.

When the Emperor's Seal was cast, heaven and earth submitted!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed the very center of all creation, peerless in bearing, one hand crushing the Demon Prince!

"No! How could you be this strong?!" The Demon Prince's eyes turned blood-red as he roared in helpless fury.

He had ignored Yan Rumeng's warning, even mocked it.

Now, the Demon Prince finally tasted the bitter fruit of arrogance and conceit.

Arrogance is fine. Conceit is fine. But you must know who you're facing.

Jun Xiaoyao can be arrogant—it's fine, because he has the power to be.

He can utterly disregard every peer of his generation!

But what about the Demon Prince?

Did he have that right?

"Demonic Blood Divine Seal!"

The Demon Prince formed a seal with both hands, demonic energy surging skyward as a crimson seal materialized, colliding with Jun Xiaoyao's Emperor's Seal.

BOOM!

Heaven and earth trembled, stars rained from the sky!

Violent waves of magic power rippled outward.

PUFF!

The Demon Prince was blasted backward again, ribs cracking incessantly under the impact, countless shattered.

Blood gushed from his mouth like water, his body crashing heavily to the ground, as pitiful as a beaten dog.

Two moves!

Only two moves!

The Demon Prince, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now reduced to a dead dog.

The Four Sin Clans' alliance stared, mouths agape, utterly silent.

On the Great Yin Empire's side, the imperial princes and princesses all swallowed hard.

"H-how could this happen?"

On the other side, Fang Han stood frozen, utterly dazed.

He had just been brutally crushed by the Demon Prince.

Now, the Demon Prince was crushed by Jun Xiaoyao in two moves.

What did this mean?

It meant the gap between him and Jun Xiaoyao was as vast as heaven and earth—like mud versus clouds!

"How could this be… I received the Sacrificial Divine Edict—I'm the protagonist…" Fang Han was in a state of total shock.

Wasn't this battle supposed to be his moment to shine?

Wasn't he supposed to be Jun Ying'er's legendary hero?

But now?

Fang Han looked at Jun Ying'er.

At this moment, Jun Ying'er had completely become Jun Xiaoyao's biggest fan.

The brilliance in her lustrous eyes was so intense it could not be concealed.

That longing, admiration, infatuation, and reverence were thick beyond measure!

"Puh…"

Seeing Jun Ying'er's expression, Fang Han let out a choked groan and couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of heart-blood.

A world-shaking hero had appeared—but it was not him at all!