Chapter 290: Stepping on Long Ji Princess, the Fiercely Protective A Jiu, Intimidating the Four Dragon Generals

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was overwhelmingly powerful.

As if he were the creator of the universe, his thought could bring forth life or bring about destruction.

Most astonishing was that Jun Xiaoyao's aura now seemed to have broken free from this world.

Yes!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao appeared detached from the nine heavens and ten earths, transcendent and aloof, his aura ethereal and unfathomable.

"This… could it be… that Xiaoyao…" Jun Zhantian and others felt Jun Xiaoyao's aura, their aged eyes frozen in shock.

He had thought of one possibility.

That possibility made Jun Zhantian's scalp go numb.

To forge one's own path!

This was the only way to transcend heaven and earth; countless geniuses throughout history had fallen on this road.

Now, Jun Zhantian faintly felt that his grandson had walked a path no one before had ever completed.

Some of the great figures present also sensed something, but could not be certain.

As for the ordinary prodigies, they merely felt that Jun Xiaoyao's aura had become even more ethereal and transcendent.

BOOM!

The final assaults of Jun Xiaoyao and Long Ji collided violently.

For a moment, heaven and earth fell into an eerie silence.

Only the spectral dragon shadow entangled with the Immortal King's shadow and the myriad sages' shadows, colliding and annihilating each other.

This eerie silence lasted only a few breaths.

After those few breaths, a deafening sound finally erupted.

The magical energy shockwave nearly leveled the entire Wenda Mountain Range!

Peaks, ancient ruins, collapsed and turned to dust and rubble.

Amid this nuclear-like collision, a figure spat blood and was flung backward.

Finally crashing hard onto the ground.

It was Long Ji Princess!

Jun Xiaoyao, as if a divine king treading the nine heavens.

He brought his foot down, crushing it upon Long Ji's bosom, forcing her to spit another mouthful of blood.

Silence…

Deathly silence!

Long Ji's black hair spilled across the ground, her lips bleeding.

Her snow-white, jade-like skin was stained with dust and blood.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with one foot planted on Long Ji's chest.

His expression calm and cold.

Long Ji had finally lost.

Not only lost—but lost in such disgrace, such misery!

No one could imagine that the lofty Long Ji Princess, who had once made countless prodigies bow in submission, now lay humiliated beneath Jun Xiaoyao's foot.

She was a descendant of the ancient emperor, a dragon princess!

At this moment, many young prodigies had their worldview shattered.

Who said ancient anomalies were invincible?

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had utterly torn away the mysterious, noble veil of the ancient anomalies.

Ancient anomalies were not gods—they could lose, could fall, could bleed when wounded.

"Jun Xiaoyao… you…" Long Ji lay sprawled on the ground, face flushed with shame and rage, struggling.

She felt as if an ancient divine elephant had trampled upon her.

Had she not been a dragon, with peerless physical strength, she would have been crushed into pulp.

But most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao's foot had landed precisely on her bosom.

This filled Long Ji with furious rage and profound humiliation.

"I said you're only fit to be ridden beneath me—now get used to it." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He was already exquisitely handsome; this smile gave the impression of pure aesthetic delight.

Yet to Long Ji, it was the smile of a demon.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, who stepped upon Long Ji without the slightest tenderness, many prodigies wore expressions of both admiration and envy.

Throughout history, how many prodigies had only ever dreamed of bowing at Long Ji's feet?

Now, this peerless beauty lay crushed beneath Jun Xiaoyao's foot.

The sight of a goddess-level figure being humiliated, defiled, and cast from her pedestal stirred both sorrow and a twisted thrill.

Thought you were above everyone?

Thought you looked down on every man?

Now look—you're crushed beneath Jun Xiaoyao's foot, crawling like a dog!

Some so-called goddesses just need a lesson—two slaps across the face, and they'll finally understand what they truly are!

"Jun Xiaoyao, get off me!" Long Ji bit her crimson lips until they bled, trembling with shame and fury.

"Still dreaming?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, expression tinged with disbelief.

With a thunderous crash, he unleashed more divine power, driving Long Ji deeper into the crater.

Long Ji spat blood again, utterly humiliated!

"Impudent!"

The four Dragon Generals could not stand idly by as their princess was dishonored.

They unleashed their auras—four terrifying Saint Master-level auras spreading outward, crushing toward Jun Xiaoyao.

The combined pressure of four Saint Masters was unimaginable.

At that moment, a piercing string melody suddenly rang out.

From the void, countless musical blades of sound pierced through, striking the four Dragon Generals.

The four Dragon Generals turned pale, raising their hands to block—but were simultaneously thrown back, their eyes filled with shock.

A figure of peerless grace emerged from the depths of the void.

She wore a loose, plain gray robe that concealed her stunning figure but could not hide her breathtaking beauty.

She sat cross-legged deep in the void, the Jiaowei qin resting before her knees, her three thousand black tresses drifting in the wind.

Her exquisite face was half-obscured by her flowing hair, revealing only a sliver of luminous, immortal beauty.

Her deep, beautiful eyes carried a faint sense of ancient weariness; within them, scenes of primordial chaos rekindling, suns dying, stars collapsing, flickered into view.

It was A Jiu, Jun Xiaoyao's guardian.

"It's her! A follower of the White-Clothed Divine King, one of the Eight Divine Servants, now Jun Xiaoyao's guardian!" some whispered.

A Jiu's identity was now known.

After all, she had once killed the Third Imperial Prince before the eyes of Emperor Panwu in the Divine Capital.

"Dare you threaten the Young Master? Are you seeking death?"

A Jiu usually lurked in the shadows, silent and unseen, rarely speaking or showing herself.

But now, because Jun Xiaoyao had faced even slight pressure, she revealed herself to rebuke them.

She was fiercely protective to an extreme.

"You…"

The four Dragon Generals exchanged glances, sensing danger from A Jiu.

They also realized that no matter how insane Jun Xiaoyao was, he wouldn't kill Long Ji on the spot.

With this thought, the four Dragon Generals fell silent.

Seeing that A Jiu alone had silenced four Saint Master-level Dragon Generals, everyone present was stunned.

No wonder she was once a follower of the White-Clothed Divine King Jun Wuwei—her strength and audacity were truly extraordinary.

On the Jun family side, Jun Lingcang, witnessing this, could only offer a bitter smile, his mouth tasting of ash.

Earlier, when he had been gravely wounded by Long Ji's sacred sword, A Jiu had never revealed herself, nor uttered a single word of concern.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao had merely faced slight pressure.

A Jiu immediately stepped forward to defend him.

The contrast was too stark.

In A Jiu's heart, only Jun Xiaoyao's safety mattered.

Everything else, she did not care about.

"Sigh… Xiaoyao, don't waste A Jiu's devotion." Jun Lingcang sighed inwardly.

He finally let go of this obsession.