Chapter 224

"Crane Elder!"

Far away, Yan Rumeng turned her head and saw Crane Elder and the others reduced to bloody chunks by the Fallen Saint Body's punch, their bodies shattered, blood spraying everywhere.

Her face was grim, her heart bleeding.

The Demon God Palace had just lost two Saints.

Saints are no mere cannon fodder or dogs and cats—even in the Immortal Realm, they are top-tier combat power.

This time, the Demon God Palace suffered a massive loss, truly losing both the wife and the soldiers.

"Crane Elder and the others are dead, and the mission remains unfinished."

Yan Rumeng was utterly depressed.

Even with her cold and aloof nature, she could not remain calm, feeling intensely irritated, wanting to scream aloud.

Yan Rumeng had only heard of Jun Xiaoyao's terror before; now she had experienced it firsthand.

Her hand brushed her long leg, yet her mind was fixed on what her true form was and how to devour her.

This Jun Xiaoyao is too demonic!

Yan Rumeng swore she would never again encounter Jun Xiaoyao!

"From now on, stay far away from this man," Yan Rumeng thought, shaken, and fled.

On the other side, watching Yan Rumeng's figure vanish into the distant horizon, Jun Xiaoyao didn't bother to chase.

Killing two Demon God Palace Saints was already enough to make them bleed.

If he killed the Demon God Palace's Divine Daughter as well, they would never let it go.

Jun Xiaoyao wasn't afraid of the Demon God Palace, but he had no need to draw another mortal enemy for the Jun Clan.

After all, he already had the Fallen God Palace as an enemy.

Besides, this time, the Demon God Palace was in the wrong—they provoked the Jun Clan first.

Losing two Saints was payment enough.

Though the Demon God Palace would ache, they would silently swallow it and suffer the consequences themselves.

But if he killed Yan Rumeng, the grudge would become immense.

"First, deal with these remnants," Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping toward the panicked fleeing Zui Clan.

The best way to handle these Zui Clan is not to suppress them.

But to utterly annihilate them, eradicate them to the root.

With the Fallen Saint Body present, the Zui Clan's Saints were nothing.

The Great Yin Empire was also launching a full-scale counterattack, hunting down the Zui Clan.

After roughly half an hour, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly felt a slight pain in his head.

It felt as if a cold, chilling energy had seeped into his mind.

Faintly, there seemed to be demonic voices piercing his ears.

"Saint Body… must be exterminated…"

The demonic voice was indistinct, barely audible, only fragments of these words reaching him.

"A Saint Body curse? Or some ill omen?" Jun Xiaoyao retracted his Primordial Spirit, severing the connection with the Fallen Saint Body.

Just then, the Zui Clan's Saints were nearly all slaughtered.

The Fallen Saint Body was drenched in blood, his black hair dyed dark red.

His blood-red eyes turned toward Jun Xiaoyao, and faintly, Jun Xiaoyao felt as if he still possessed awareness.

"An illusion?" Jun Xiaoyao looked again—the Fallen Saint Body had reverted to chaos.

Jun Xiaoyao sealed away the Fallen Saint Body.

"'Saint Body must be exterminated'—what curse or ill omen is this?" Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

But he didn't dwell on it.

He likely wouldn't encounter such a thing for now.

Generally speaking, even if a Saint Body encountered an ill omen, it would be far later in cultivation.

At this stage, Jun Xiaoyao had no need to worry.

As for what to do if he ever faced this situation in the future.

Jun Xiaoyao believed that by then, his strength would be unimaginably immense.

Any ill omen, any curse, could all be crushed and erased.

After the Zui Clan's Saint-level experts were eliminated, the remaining Zui Clan lifeforms were swiftly wiped out.

The earth was stained red with blood, the soil soaked through.

Layer upon layer of Zui Clan corpses littered the ground.

Seeing that sea of corpses and blood, the Great Yin Empire's cultivators were shaken.

If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't arrived in time.

The ground covered in corpses would have been those of Great Yin Empire cultivators, not Zui Clan lifeforms.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for your intervention! The entire Great Yin Empire is eternally grateful!"

The Great Yin Emperor bowed deeply to Jun Xiaoyao.

Not only him—all other Great Yin Empire cultivators bowed or knelt, each filled with profound gratitude.

Their gazes toward Jun Xiaoyao carried a trace of fanaticism.

Jun Xiaoyao being undefeated among the younger generation was already enough.

But the mysterious demonic shadow beside him was even more terrifying—slaughtering Saints like slaughtering dogs.

In the Mortal Realm, Saints were top-tier power, divine beings.

Yet the Fallen Saint Body slaughtered gods like dogs—its psychological impact on them was immense.

"No need for such formalities. You've done so much for the Jun Clan; saving you is only right." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, the center of countless adoring gazes, Jun Ying'er's cheeks flushed red, her heart racing, her eyes sparkling with stars.

At the Great Yin Empire's hour of crisis, Jun Xiaoyao appeared with overwhelming force, rescuing the collapsing empire!

What is a peerless hero?

This is a peerless hero!

On the other side, Fang Han was completely ignored, no one cared about him.

Even if a few noticed him, their eyes held pity, sighs, and faint disdain or contempt.

After all, Fang Han's performance had been abysmal, making a fool of himself.

Human nature is such: no matter how much you've done before, how renowned you were,

One failure, and the world forgets you instantly.

Fang Han was a clear example.

He had once been exceptionally outstanding, even considered the top young expert of the Great Yin Empire.

Now, everything was ruined.

Even if Fang Han hadn't failed,

Compared to Jun Xiaoyao's radiant brilliance, he remained a dim star beside the sun.

Thinking of this, Fang Han's envy burned even hotter.

Jun Xiaoyao also noticed Fang Han; his gaze was deep.

Jun Xiaoyao could sense the unusual aura on Fang Han.

"Could it be the aura of the world's origin?" Jun Xiaoyao mused.

He had already obtained three fragments of the world's origin: from Tianxuan Continent, Star Continent, and Senluo Continent.

So he was somewhat familiar with the aura of the world's origin.

But Fang Han was the son of the Great Yin Emperor, a prince of the Great Yin Empire.

To directly probe or seize his fortune would be hard to justify.

Jun Xiaoyao filed this matter away in his mind.

Afterwards, the Great Yin Empire's army began a thorough purge of the remaining Zui Clan.

Jun Xiaoyao had no further role.

The Great Yin Empire received Jun Xiaoyao into the imperial palace with the most solemn honors.

The Great Yin Emperor then gave Jun Xiaoyao a general overview of the Mortal Realm's situation.

"The Ancient Demon Clan and Ancient Demon Clan rebelled—how bold. But this Divine Son will make them understand the fate of betraying the Jun Clan."

Jun Xiaoyao sat high upon the imperial throne, eyes half-lidded.

The Great Yin Emperor and others stood below.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's cold words, the Great Yin Emperor and others felt a chill.

Forces that betrayed the Jun Clan were even more unforgivable than the Zui Clan.

Jun Xiaoyao dealt with the Zui Clan with such ruthless decisiveness.

His methods toward the traitorous clans were unimaginable.

The Great Yin Emperor and others began praying for those two clans.