Chapter 319: The Might of Magic Power Immunity: Jun Xiaoyao Slaughtered the Demonic Beast!

Natural treasures of heaven and earth are usually guarded by demonic beasts.

This Yin-Yang Divine Tree was no exception.

Within this Yin-Yang Soul Pool dwelled a demonic beast possessing a trace of Jiuying bloodline.

Many factions within the Yinming Domain were well aware of this.

That was why, upon arriving at the Yin-Yang Soul Pool, they had halted and investigated the situation.

But Jun Xiaoyao, as an outsider, naturally knew nothing of this.

Cang Yue had also forgotten to mention it.

Since she had been traveling with Jun Xiaoyao, she never expected him to charge out without a word.

Even Cang Yue had not anticipated Jun Xiaoyao would act so decisively.

Gu Chi's face wore a cold sneer—the outsider human who had shamed him was finally dead.

"Tsk tsk, these outsiders really are pathetic. Do you think he'll leave behind a whole corpse?" said a being from the Burial Soil.

"If his corpse remains intact, burying him in the earth might one day allow him to become one of us," said a young prodigy of the Tiegu Clan, shaking his head.

"Pity. I had originally planned to subdue it and offer it as a flesh and blood elixir for the young master," said Que Tian coolly.

Immediately, his rotting wings flared, and he shot toward the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao had drawn the demonic beast's attention, they naturally seized this opportunity.

The young prodigies of the Tiegu Clan and the Qinggui Clan also unleashed their utmost speed, dashing toward the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

Seeing this, Cang Yue bit her silver teeth slightly and said, "Big Brother Gu Chi, please go seize the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit."

"And what about you?" Gu Chi asked.

"I'll go check if that young master has perished," Cang Yue said, turning away.

She knew it was dangerous, yet she simply couldn't bring herself to abandon him.

Perhaps due to their days together, she had unknowingly developed feelings for Jun Xiaoyao.

"You…" Gu Chi nearly exploded with rage.

The outsider human was dead, yet Cang Yue still couldn't let go.

As Cang Yue dashed forward, the demonic beast turned its gaze upon her.

Its beastly eyes blazed with murderous light.

Cang Yue's face grew even paler, yet she did not retreat.

Alive, she would find him. Dead, she would find his corpse.

At that moment, a faint voice emerged from within the sea of flame, poison gas, and demonic lightning.

"What a beast. With just a trace of Jiuying blood, you dare act so fiercely?"

As the voice rang out, Jun Xiaoyao's figure appeared, stepping calmly through the blazing flames and toxic mists.

All energy—flames, icy water, poison gas, demonic lightning—vanished silently the moment it entered a one-zhang radius around Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao had activated his Magic Power Immunity.

Nothing could touch him!

All the energy the demonic beast had spewed could not harm Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest.

"Young Master, you…" Cang Yue stood frozen, dumbfounded, unable to believe her eyes.

Even the Fallen Feather Holy Son might have been stripped of skin by such an attack.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao walked out with his hands behind his back, utterly calm, his white robe untouched by a single speck of dust.

This utterly surpassed her imagination.

"How is this possible?"

The Burial Soil beings who had been rushing for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit stared, eyes bulging.

Gu Chi's face was one of utter shock.

He had never imagined Jun Xiaoyao would not only withstand such terrifying assault.

But that not even a single crease marred his robes.

They simply could not comprehend what was happening.

And what followed stunned the Burial Soil beings even more.

Jun Xiaoyao swung one fist.

The punch's edge stunned the world, his blood qi surging wildly!

With a punch of a hundred billion divine pounds of force, the void rippled, and a terrifying air cannon erupted like thunderclaps!

Boom!

The punch tore a massive hole through the demonic beast's body, piercing it clean through.

Jun Xiaoyao then pressed two fingers together into a sword.

The sword light erupted, revealing scenes of countless immortals falling in death along its path!

It was the Jun Clan's Luoxian Sword Art!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…

One by one, heads were severed by the sword light.

The demonic beast, once possessing nine heads, was now… completely bald!

It was quite baldly sudden.

The Burial Soil beings who witnessed this were nearly suffocated.

Though, truthfully, they didn't really need to breathe anyway.

But undeniably, Jun Xiaoyao's display left them utterly stunned, their spirits trembling!

Gu Chi's face twisted unnaturally.

Que Tian and Gong Minglan both wore expressions of stunned disbelief.

"This outsider doesn't seem so simple after all," Que Tian muttered.

He wasn't a fool—Jun Xiaoyao's current aura of dominance was even greater than that of the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

Yet thinking of the Fallen Feather Holy Son and his Beihoude Fallen Feather Clan, Que Tian calmed down.

If this outsider human had any sense, he would still surrender meekly.

Jun Xiaoyao destroyed the demonic beast in two moves, effortlessly.

Beside him, Cang Yue remained frozen, her icy-white face still dazed.

Cang Xue, watching from afar, clenched her fists and cheered.

"This outsider young master is no ordinary person," murmured the Cang Clan elders, their eyes filled with shock.

"Stop staring. Go get the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit," Jun Xiaoyao said softly, glancing at Cang Yue's dazed state.

Cang Yue's act of risking herself to check on his life or death had slightly melted the coldness in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

"O-oh, okay," Cang Yue snapped back to herself, stammering, too excited to speak clearly.

She had just begun to grasp Jun Xiaoyao's true strength.

"No wonder the Young Master acted so boldly—he didn't need caution at all," Cang Yue thought inwardly.

The Burial Soil beings who had mocked Jun Xiaoyao moments ago, calling him reckless and foolish, were now instantly humiliated.

Jun Xiaoyao had never cared for danger of such a level.

Jun Xiaoyao led Cang Yue straight toward the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

At that moment, several young prodigies of the Qinggui Clan suddenly surrounded them.

This clan delighted in consuming flesh and blood.

Jun Xiaoyao's punch had just unleashed a torrent of blood qi, overwhelming their bloodlust.

In the Qinggui Clan's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao's flesh and blood was even more alluring than the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit.

"Outsider human, we know you're strong, but this is Burial Soil—not your playground."

These Qinggui prodigies all possessed formidable qi, reaching the Divine Flame Realm.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao didn't even glance at them—he casually swatted them away.

One palm thrust forward, as if cleaving through the stars and rivers of heaven!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Several powerful Qinggui prodigies didn't even have time to raise their weapons.

They were crushed like flies beneath Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

All the Burial Soil prodigies present went cold, faces contorted in terror, as if facing a mortal enemy!

It felt as if a humble ant had suddenly become a god towering above them.

Before this god, these Burial Soil prodigies had become nothing but ants themselves.

Before the god, these burial-land prodigies had become mere ants!