Chapter 223: Fallen Saint Body Unleashed, Sweeping All Directions, Slaying Saints Like Dogs!

Dark red blood qi surged violently into the ninth heaven, like an ancient volcano erupting.

Along with the eruption of dark red blood qi came a terrifying Saint-level fluctuation.

"What is this?" the Nightlord Clan Saint cried out in shock.

No matter how extraordinary Jun Xiaoyao was, he could never instantly become a Saint.

Amid the horrified gazes of all present.

Before Jun Xiaoyao appeared a towering demonic shadow.

The shadow was massively built, with long hair trailing to his heels; half-hidden by black locks, his eyes glowed crimson as blood, radiating wild chaos.

It was unmistakably the Fallen Saint Body Jun Xiaoyao had brought out from Panwu Tomb!

When Jun Xiaoyao first brought out the Fallen Saint Body, he had already planned this.

The Primal Ancient Saint Body shares affinities with it.

If he let part of his true soul force reside within the Fallen Saint Body's divine palace, he could control it.

Of course, this control had limits.

If used too long or too frequently, Jun Xiaoyao's own Primal Ancient Saint Body might be tainted by the Fallen Saint Body's demonic intent and ill omen.

So it could only be used in emergencies.

And now was the perfect moment to unveil it.

"This… what is this thing? A puppet?" Other Sin Clan Saints also looked shaken.

"No, this man's blood qi surges like a tide—he has the breath of life. Not a puppet."

"What kind of demon is this?"

All around, no one understood.

But that Saint-level fluctuation could not be hidden.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the Nightlord Clan Saint and curled his lips into a smile.

He extended a finger and pressed it to his third eye.

A glowing orb brimming with potent soul force emerged, then directly vanished into the Fallen Saint Body's divine palace.

Instantly, the Fallen Saint Body's eyes shot out three-foot-long beams of crimson light, as if activated.

"It's over."

Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Saint Body spoke simultaneously.

Jun Xiaoyao's cold, detached voice merged with the Fallen Saint Body's hoarse, heavy tone, creating an indescribable oppressive pressure.

It was like the strongest boss had just emerged from seclusion!

BOOM!

The Fallen Saint Body let out a deafening roar, his black hair stretching three thousand zhang, dark red blood qi erupting in a torrent!

He charged straight at the Nightlord Clan Saint.

"Same Saint realm—I'm not afraid of you!" The Nightlord Clan Saint unleashed his full aura and struck back.

But the result was…

THUD!

The Nightlord Clan Saint's attack slammed into the Fallen Saint Body—leaving not a single scratch.

Not even a drop of blood!

"This…" The Nightlord Clan Saint froze, his soul seemingly drained away.

He was a Saint!

Even if only early-stage Saint, this blow should have shattered mountains, rivers, and seas.

Yet now, it caused not the slightest damage!

Not just him—all Sin Clan beings drew sharp, startled breaths.

Dongxuan Ancestor and Gu Yuan and others also wore expressions of shock.

Because this was Jun Xiaoyao's first time summoning the Fallen Saint Body, so they too saw it for the first time.

Everyone was stunned, scalp prickling.

But they did not know: the Primal Ancient Saint Body is invincible at the same realm.

Even if it was the Fallen Saint Body, its physical strength remained unchanged.

Since it was invincible at the same realm, the Nightlord Clan Saint's attack could not possibly harm the Fallen Saint Body.

But conversely, the Fallen Saint Body seized the Nightlord Clan Saint by both shoulders.

Then…

Ripped apart!

TSSS!

As if tearing a sheet of paper.

The famed Nightlord Clan Saint was torn cleanly in two by the Fallen Saint Body.

Rain of blood rained down!

Saint blood spilled everywhere!

Heaven and earth fell utterly silent.

That was a Saint—a lofty, exalted Saint!

Yet now, he was torn apart like a roasted chicken.

This shocking scene left everyone gasping for breath!

As if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

"ROAR!"

The Fallen Saint Body, bathed in Saint blood, grew even more frenzied!

His crimson eyes blasted forth three-foot-long bloodlight, locking onto another Nightlord Clan Saint.

That Nightlord Clan Saint didn't even dare fight—he turned and tried to flee through the void.

But how could he escape the Fallen Saint Body's pursuit?

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The Fallen Saint Body took three steps and seized the Nightlord Clan Saint.

"Spare… spare my life!" the Nightlord Clan Saint screamed in terror.

But the Fallen Saint Body was controlled by Jun Xiaoyao—he would never spare these Sin Clan beings.

TSSS!

The next instant, this Nightlord Clan Saint was also torn in two.

Next, the Fallen Saint Body did not pause—he charged toward the Heavenly Demon Clan Saint.

"AHH!"

"Monster! What kind of monster is this?"

"This isn't a Saint—could it be a Saint King? Or even a Great Saint?"

Screams and cries of terror rose in waves.

Every Sin Clan being felt their scalps about to explode!

Every one trembled violently, as if struck by madness.

Not just ordinary Sin Clan beings.

Even the Sin Clan Saints themselves were now terrified beyond reason, their bones feeling frozen.

They had never seen such a terrifying entity—tearing Saints apart as if playing a game.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

"This… this… this…"

The Heavenly Demon Crown Prince stood frozen, his soul seemingly ripped away.

He never imagined Jun Xiaoyao had such a terrifying entity at his side.

Killing Saints like slaughtering dogs!

Despair!

Endless despair flooded the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince's heart like a tidal wave.

"You, little ant, deserve to die." Jun Xiaoyao casually slapped his palm forward—a golden palm imprint surged through space, crushing the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince.

At this moment, the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince finally regretted.

He regretted not heeding Yan Ru Meng's warning and returning to the Immortal Realm sooner.

But in this world, there was no remedy for regret.

BOOM!

Without surprise, the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince was crushed to death by Jun Xiaoyao's palm, drowning in endless despair.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out, seized the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince's remains, and tossed them to Yan Qingying.

"Consume him. Don't waste the Divine Beast bloodline." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The Divine Beast bloodline was useless to him, but greatly beneficial to Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying's face lit up with gratitude and excitement.

She had first consumed the Fallen God Son, and now the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince.

If she continues devouring like this, who knows how powerful she will become in the future.

Yan Rumeng, who witnessed this scene, let out a deep sigh.

She had originally intended that, even if she couldn't save the Heavenly Demon Prince, she must at least obtain the Demon God's bloodline.

Now, it had all come to nothing.

Worse still, Yan Rumeng had been "insulted" by Jun Xiaoyao.

She was utterly robbed.

"Young Lady, hurry and flee!"

The two Demon God Palace Saintly Beings also cried out.

With the Fallen Saint Body present, no Saint could stand against him for a single blow.

Even these two Saintly Beings from the Demon God Palace were powerless against the Fallen Saint Body.

Yan Rumeng acted decisively, pulling out a Void-Teleport Talisman and vanishing instantly.

"I nearly forgot about you two—your contributions were vital in this breach of the Guilt Clan's seal," Jun Xiaoyao said, squinting slightly at the two Demon God Palace Saintly Beings.

He directly commanded the Fallen Saint Body to attack the two Saintly Beings of the Demon God Palace.

The outcome was no surprise.

With two screams, the two Saintly Beings of the Demon God Palace were slain on the spot!