Chapter 288: Long Ji Princess

The entire Wenda Mountain Range now sank into absolute silence.

Only the trembling remnants of magic power surged like a storm, Jiujiuwufachenji.

Jun Xiaoyao's punch was so powerful it reached the pinnacle, shocking everyone.

Who could have imagined that Jun Xiaoyao's fist technique could simultaneously empower six martial divine arts?

If so, wouldn't Jun Xiaoyao's single punch unleash seven powerful martial divine arts at once?

Who could withstand that?

On the other side, Long Ji's figure was buried beneath collapsed peaks.

Judging from earlier events, Long Ji was surely still alive, though likely in a dire state.

"Your Highness!"

The four Dragon Generals guarding Long Ji all turned pale, eager to intervene—but were stopped by elders of the Jun Clan.

"The battle isn't over. Has the Ancestral Dragon Nest already surrendered?"

Hearing this, the four Dragon Generals' faces darkened like water, yet they ultimately held back.

As for Xiao Chen, he stood frozen, unable to process what had happened.

He had placed all his hopes for revenge solely on Long Ji.

But now?

Long Ji herself had been beaten into the dirt by Jun Xiaoyao!

"How is this possible… has he truly become invincible?" Xiao Chen murmured dazedly, utterly broken.

The entire scene fell silent.

"It seems over. Who would've thought the Jun Clan's Divine Son possessed such divine might?"

"Indeed. That punch chilled even this Spirit Flame Realm cultivator, raising every hair on my body."

"The Ancestral Dragon Nest will lose face terribly—they couldn't even defeat Jun Xiaoyao, a primordial anomaly. What do they have to match the Jun Clan?"

"Not quite. Isn't there still Long Ao Tian, who's in seclusion?"

"No matter how strong Long Ao Tian is, he's only on par with Long Ji. Can he be stronger than her?"

Around them, murmurs and whispered discussions spread.

Meanwhile, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's cultivators looked as if they'd lost their kin, each face as lifeless as a corpse.

The younger members of the Jun Clan, however, were ecstatic, unable to hold back their shouts.

Yet Jun Lingcang and other sequence members showed no overt signs of joy.

"Primordial anomalies aren't that simple," Jun Lingcang murmured.

He had fought Long Ji before—he was the one most qualified to say so.

Sure enough.

Just as everyone believed the outcome was sealed.

From within the collapsed peaks, a surge of dragon energy erupted.

Rocks pierced the sky, dust flew everywhere.

A figure rose into the air—it was Long Ji.

Her soft armor was shattered, her celestial robe torn in multiple places, revealing blood-stained skin.

Her snow-white flesh contrasted sharply with the blood, stark and glaring.

Long Ji's black hair was disheveled, streaked with dust.

Her snow-white chin was stained with blood, appearing utterly disheveled.

The entire arena fell silent, staring at Long Ji.

Who could link this battered, broken beauty with the mysterious, noble Long Ji?

Jun Xiaoyao's punch had utterly shattered Long Ji from her divine pedestal.

When a fairy falls to earth, she is no longer a fairy.

"Jun Xiaoyao…" Long Ji's body trembled, her beautiful eyes blazing with unprecedented fury.

Today's humiliation would be a permanent stain on her life, impossible to erase.

Jun Xiaoyao would become her permanent demon, an obstacle on her path to enlightenment.

"Good. This is how a mud eel should look—mud eels belong in the dirt," Jun Xiaoyao stood with arms crossed, atop the nine heavens, his tone arrogant and cold.

He remained transcendent, untouched by dust.

Long Ji, however, had been cast into the mire.

All legends about her—ancient royal descendant, primordial anomaly—were shattered.

Jun Xiaoyao had made it clear to all.

There is no opponent that cannot be defeated—only those who fear and surrender first.

At this moment, the contemporary prodigies around him felt their hearts elevate.

As if a heavy stone pressing on their souls had been lifted.

And Jun Xiaoyao was the one who removed that stone.

Some prodigies even looked at Jun Xiaoyao with gratitude and worship.

This… this was the true face of a human prodigy!

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you think I've lost? No! I haven't lost yet!" Long Ji's hair fluttered, dust scattering, her emotions wildly unstable.

"Has she gone mad?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly.

He hadn't intended to drive Long Ji insane.

After all, she still had value—she might yet serve as leverage against Long Ao Tian.

Just as he had used Wu Mingyue to crush Xiao Chen.

"Dragon Emperor Scripture: Azure Dragon Rebirth Technique!"

Long Ji once again activated the Dragon Emperor Supreme Art.

Around her, azure dragons circled, and a surge of vibrant life energy emerged.

Her wounded body began healing at a visible rate, her aura rising steadily.

"Even this works?"

Those who witnessed this stared in stunned silence.

Just how many hidden cards did Long Ji still hold?

"Is it meaningful?" Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, gave her no chance—he struck immediately.

But at that moment, Long Ji suddenly spoke a question to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Do you know what my immortal seed is?"

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao showed a flicker of confusion.

"I shall tell you now!" Long Ji's magic power surged violently.

Within her dantian, a point of light emerged.

It was a pale blue scale, like a dragon scale, gleaming with a golden-blue metallic luster.

As this scale appeared, Long Ji's aura exploded—countless azure dragon shadows materialized in the surrounding void!

"Long Ji's immortal seed… is a scale?"

The watching cultivators from all sects saw the dragon scale within Long Ji.

"No—that's… the reverse scale!" an elder from a great sect gasped, eyes wide.

Dragons have reverse scales—touch them, and they rage.

The reverse scale is the most precious essence of the dragon race.

"Your immortal seed… is that…?" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly understood.

"Correct. The immortal seed I merged with is the reverse scale of an ancient emperor!"

As Long Ji spoke, a terrifying aura surged upward.

The void seemed to crack—faintly, as if an immense azure dragon emerged, swimming against the river of time.

The overwhelming pressure of an ancient emperor spread, causing all faces to change, hearts pounding in fear.

"That… that must be the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor!" some elder cultivators gasped in shock.

Not just them—even saints felt their hearts tremble under this pressure.

As for the Ancestral Dragon Nest, all erupted in frenzy, kneeling on one knee, roaring dragon roars as if welcoming a king's arrival!

Long Ji, using the ancient emperor's reverse scale as her immortal seed, summoned a trace of the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor's aura.

This terrifying pressure and Zhensheli rivaled Jun Xiaoyao's imperial weapon's might.

How will Jun Xiaoyao respond?