Chapter 222: The Saint Seeks to Utterly Kill Jun Xiaoyao—You

Yan Rumen, as a demon race member, naturally was not human.

For demon race beings, their true form is a secret, like asking a girl her age.

Not just outsiders, but even in the Demon God Palace, only a handful, such as the Little Demon Empress, knew Yan Rumen's true form.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao's attitude clearly showed he was after Yan Rumen's true form.

Jun Xiaoyao had not never eaten one before.

For example, the You Dragon Sovereign in the Ancestral Dragon Nest, and the Devouring Heaven Sparrow and other beings.

But the problem is, Yan Rumen is now a delicate, beautiful woman.

Jun Xiaoyao was pinching her leg and asking what her true form was.

His intentions were plain for all to see.

This is downright demonic!

Even with Yan Rumen's cold demeanor, she couldn't help but lose composure, wanting to scream and shout out loud.

Jun Xiaoyao, are you a demon?

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've gone too far!"

Yan Rumen, flustered and furious, cried out.

She fully unleashed the might of her Demon Emperor Body, while her other jade leg lashed toward Jun Xiaoyao's head.

This was pure instinctive rage—clearly, her inner shame and fury were overwhelming.

Yan Rumen's jade leg struck the void, her pink skirt swirling.

Jun Xiaoyao reacted swiftly, blocking with his other hand, while from his third eye burst a golden order divine chain, transforming into a golden short sword—the Yuan Huang Dao Sword.

As soon as the Yuan Huang Dao Sword appeared, Yan Rumen's expression changed drastically.

She immediately summoned a mirror-like divine weapon to block the Yuan Huang Dao Sword's strike.

But the powerful recoil force sent Yan Rumen flying again, leaving a trail of blood at her crimson lips.

"Miss!"

The two black-robed demon sages changed expression and acted immediately.

Though they dared not kill Jun Xiaoyao, they at least had to protect Yan Rumen.

Seeing the two black-robed demon sages move to suppress Jun Xiaoyao, Dong Xuan Laozu and Gu Yuan and others tried to intervene, but were blocked by the Saint of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Nine-Headed Lion, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, Su Ziqiong, and others were also present.

Yet they could not possibly block a Saint's attack.

"Hah! Jun Xiaoyao, I admit you're strong, but in this lower realm, there are still pseudo-Saints and Saints—you can't turn the tide!" laughed the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince.

Now, with the Four Sinful Clans' allied army plus two Saints from the Demon God Palace, there were over twenty in total.

On Jun Xiaoyao's side, even with Dong Xuan Laozu and Gu Yuan, there were only four or five.

This disparity in strength was something Jun Xiaoyao alone could never make up.

The Emperor of Dayin and others realized this, and their hearts sank.

Even if the Jun Clan's Divine Son arrived, could he still turn the tide?

"Divine Son…" Jun Ying'er's beautiful eyes hardened as she prayed inwardly.

For some reason, she had an inexplicable faith in Jun Xiaoyao.

Perhaps it was his entrance that had stunned her.

Thus, she believed Jun Xiaoyao could resolve all problems.

"Hah, laughable…" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a cold sneer.

The next instant, the void tore open, and six Lixing Divine Puppets emerged, striking the two demon Sages.

"These are… Saint Puppets!" The two demon Sages, caught off guard, were wounded.

Of course, they were Saints from the Immortal Realm's Demon God Palace.

In strength, they far surpassed that so-called Golden Spider Ancestor, so they weren't instantly obliterated by the Lixing Divine Puppets.

Seeing these six Saint Puppets, Yan Rumen's eyes darkened with seriousness.

The Heavenly Demon Crown Prince turned deathly pale.

If Jun Xiaoyao had summoned the Lixing Divine Puppets from the start, he would have been obliterated instantly.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao would never use the Lixing Divine Puppets just to kill a Heavenly Demon Crown Prince—it would be like using a cannon to kill a chicken.

Meanwhile, the Dayin Imperial Court erupted in cheers.

These six Lixing Divine Puppets had given the Dayin Imperial Court a glimmer of hope.

A chance to survive.

But even with six Lixing Divine Puppets, Dong Xuan Laozu, Gu Yuan, and the Dayin Imperial Court's Saints combined,

their total numbers still fell short of the Sinful Clans' alliance.

"Whoever you are, Jun Clan Divine Son, kill someone, pay with your life!"

From the Yecha Clan, a Saint spoke with a chilling voice.

Because earlier, Jun Xiaoyao had casually killed the Yecha Princess, enraging the entire clan.

The Sinful Clans' Saints all moved, clashing with the Lixing Divine Puppets and the Dayin Imperial Court's Saints.

The Yecha Clan's Saint, now free, locked onto Jun Xiaoyao with cold, merciless eyes.

"Die!"

The Yecha Clan Saint struck, power surging, punching toward Jun Xiaoyao as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.

"Divine Son!" Jun Ying'er screamed.

Dong Xuan Laozu, Gu Yuan, the Emperor of Dayin, and others changed expression, trying to aid him, but were pinned down by the Sinful Clans' Saints.

The Heavenly Demon Crown Prince, seeing this, could barely contain his joy.

This man who had left such a deep shadow on him was finally going to die!

And surprisingly, Fang Han's eyes held a flicker of delight.

Yes, Jun Xiaoyao had saved the Dayin Imperial Court.

Yet this prince of the Dayin Imperial Court, far from being grateful, now felt a hint of pleasure as Jun Xiaoyao faced peril.

As for why?

Simple.

Jealousy.

Fang Han harbored deep jealousy toward Jun Xiaoyao.

It was like a humble earthworm, granted fortune and transformed into a serpent, believing itself on the path to greatness—

Only to suddenly face a true dragon.

All his efforts, all his rise, seemed laughable and insignificant before Jun Xiaoyao!

Some were born towering above all!

Not to mention, since Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, Jun Ying'er's gaze had never left him.

Tell me, could Fang Han not be jealous?

When jealousy reached a certain point, Fang Han naturally wished for Jun Xiaoyao's downfall.

Time seemed to slow at this moment.

The Yecha Clan Saint's attack was about to strike Jun Xiaoyao.

Everyone believed the outcome was certain.

Because no matter how strong or prodigious Jun Xiaoyao was, he could not possibly stand against a Saint—that defied reason.

"Master!" Yan Qingying strained to break through, but was surrounded by layers of Sinful Clan members.

Yi Yu, Jun Ying'er, and others also moved to help, but were blocked.

At this moment, it seemed no one could save Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao could even see the cruel, bloodthirsty expression on the Yecha Clan Saint's face.

Killing a peerless prodigy brought its own thrill.

"Will the Jun Clan's invincible legend among the young generation end here?" Yan Rumen watched closely.

Yet what puzzled her was:

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as ever.

As if he didn't realize he was one step away from the gates of death.

"Die!" The Yecha Clan Saint's palm came crashing down.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly looked at the Yecha Clan Saint, his lips moving silently as he uttered a few words.

The Yecha Clan Saint read the meaning of those words.

You're dead.

The next instant, a terrifying, abyssal, demonic blood aura erupted violently!