Chapter 321: Sweeping All, Eradicating Everything—To Compare Backgrounds with Jun Xiaoyao

That terrifying surge of magic power swept away everything.

This was a combined strike by Que Tian and the others—even a master at the peak of Divine Flame Realm could not easily withstand it.

Yet the scene that followed left Que Tian and the others stunned, as if their minds had short-circuited.

Only after the magical energy dispersed did Jun Xiaoyao's figure appear in place, his white robe spotless, standing there with quiet poise.

He hadn't even moved a single finger.

"Did I imagine it? Why is this outsider unharmed?" Gong Minglan rubbed his eyes.

"How is this possible? Did he use some defense technique?" Gu Chi cried out in disbelief.

"Impossible—he made no movement and didn't summon any defensive magic treasure," Que Tian stared fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao.

This sight was too bizarre; Que Tian and the others couldn't fathom it.

Not just them—even Cang Yue, standing behind Jun Xiaoyao, was momentarily bewildered.

"The attack vanished the moment it neared the Young Master?" Cang Yue couldn't understand.

She only felt Jun Xiaoyao was too mysterious, his methods endless, shattering her entire worldview.

"Is that all?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Even if he stood motionless, Que Tian and the others would need much longer to break through his magic immunity.

But Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of dragging this out.

He pulled out the Thanos Holy King Gauntlet and slipped it onto his right hand.

Then he punched forward.

Gong Minglan and the others of the Gong Ming clan were instantly obliterated, their limbs and fragments flying through the air.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao locked his gaze onto Gu Chi.

Gu Chi's soul nearly fled his body; he abandoned all thought of fighting for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit.

Jun Xiaoyao still punched once.

"No!"

Gu Chi let out a shriek before being utterly obliterated by Jun Xiaoyao's punch.

In barely a few breaths, only Que Tian remained.

And now Que Tian was no longer the composed, arrogant man he had been—he trembled with terror.

How could this outsider's ruthless, decisive brutality feel even crueler than that of the Burial Land creatures?

"You… what do you intend? I'm a follower of the Fallen Feather Holy Son—if you kill me, you won't…"

Before Que Tian could finish, Jun Xiaoyao slapped him across the face.

"Shut up."

"Young Master, wait—" Cang Yue started to speak, trying to dissuade him.

But with a sharp crack, Que Tian's head exploded, his body shattered into pieces, offering not a single ounce of resistance—he perished instantly.

"This…" Cang Yue's slender frame trembled slightly.

She felt no joy at Jun Xiaoyao's killing of Que Tian.

If Jun Xiaoyao had merely taken a few Yin-Yang Divine Fruits, he might not have enraged the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao had directly killed one of the Fallen Feather Holy Son's followers.

This feud had become grave.

Given the Fallen Feather Holy Son's nature, he would never let this slide.

It wasn't that the Fallen Feather Holy Son valued Que Tian much—it was that even a dog must be beaten with respect for its master.

"Young Master, we're in trouble now," Cang Yue bit her lip tightly.

"You mean the Fallen Feather Holy Son? Don't worry about him," Jun Xiaoyao said dismissively.

He stepped forward, reached the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, and plucked down more than a dozen Yin-Yang Divine Fruits.

"Young Master, your strength may be formidable—even rivaling the Fallen Feather Holy Son—but behind him lie the Fallen Feather Clan and the Burial Emperor," Cang Yue worried.

She spoke at length because she was genuinely concerned for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Comparing backgrounds?"

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.

If this news reached the Immortal Realm, it would be laughed at as a joke.

Someone dared to compare backgrounds with Jun Xiaoyao?

It was like showing off swordplay before Guan Yu—laughably absurd.

As the young master jointly revered by two ancient aristocratic clans, what the hell was the Fallen Feather Holy Son?

"Young Master, you're still laughing?" Cang Yue didn't understand—how could he be so calm?

Even if he were an heir of an immortal force from the outside, strong dragons don't overpower local snakes—the Fallen Feather Clan still ruled the Burial Realm.

"Don't worry. If the Fallen Feather Clan wants to die, let them come find me," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, holding a Yin-Yang Divine Fruit.

This time, Cang Yue was left speechless.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was like that of a celestial immortal, yet his words carried the imperial majesty of an emperor.

It wasn't forced—it was an innate, ingrained dominance.

This feeling stirred something new in Cang Yue's eyes.

Whether or not his words held truth, at this moment, they made Jun Xiaoyao even more captivating.

Outside the Yin-Yang Soul Pool, the elders of all Burial Realm factions stood frozen like stone statues.

All the prodigies of their clans had been annihilated by Jun Xiaoyao.

Worse still, Que Tian, the Fallen Feather Holy Son's follower, had been killed.

If this news spread, it would shake the entire Burial Realm.

It wasn't that Que Tian's death mattered much.

But Que Tian was a sensitive figure—he was the Fallen Feather Holy Son's man.

Killing the Fallen Feather Holy Son's follower was a massive revelation—it would leave many stunned.

"This outsider will die for certain."

"Hmph, daring to kill one of our Iron Bone Clan's people? Let's see how horrific his end will be."

The Iron Bone Clan, the Black Ghost Clan, and the Gong Ming clan all spoke coldly.

They had been preparing to act, but the Cang family elders had stopped them.

Now, they weren't in a hurry to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

Because Jun Xiaoyao was already doomed—he would die at the Fallen Feather Holy Son's hands, and in the most horrific way.

So they had no rush to kill Jun Xiaoyao now.

"Hehe, you Cang clan dare to ally with this outsider? Wait until the Fallen Feather Holy Son wipes you out."

The Gong Ming clan elder spoke with a sinister tone, a cold sneer directed at the Cang family elder.

If the Cang clan was destroyed, the Gong Ming clan would reap the benefits.

Hearing this, the Cang family elder's face turned ashen.

Inside the Yin-Yang Soul Pool, Jun Xiaoyao and Cang Yue emerged after taking the Yin-Yang Divine Fruits.

The Burial Land creatures stared at Jun Xiaoyao as if he were already a corpse.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no heed to their murmurs.

"Let's leave this place," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Cang Yue nodded slightly.

They mounted the skeletal giant bird and departed immediately.

The other factions also left swiftly, eager to spread the news.

It was easy to imagine that within days, the Burial Realm would witness a grand spectacle.

The Fallen Feather Holy Son's temperament was notoriously cruel and erratic—he would never let this insult to his dignity go unpunished.

As one of the Ten Minor Kings, no one in the Burial Realm dared challenge his authority.

"Fallen Feather Holy Son, Fallen Feather Clan—you'd better show some sense and not provoke this Divine Son, or…"

"This Divine Son will exterminate your entire clan!"