Chapter 329: Defeat the Duoyu Holy Son, Ruthlessly Crush

These two individuals: one is the Jun family's divine son, undefeated across the Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

The other is one of the Ten Lesser Kings of the Ten Thousand Graves, the strongest prodigy of the Duoyu Clan.

As the two faced off, the icy killing intent surged through heaven and earth, causing every living being in Baiwang City to feel a chill.

"I didn't expect the outsider human's aura to be this formidable."

"Indeed, we initially thought the outsider human would be no match for the Duoyu Holy Son, but now it seems uncertain."

Although Jun Xiaoyao did not deliberately unleash his aura, the innate, invincible presence he carried still left countless beings trembling with dread.

This was because they did not know Jun Xiaoyao's true status in the outer immortal realm.

Otherwise, they would now be worried about the Duoyu Holy Son, not Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmm?" The Duoyu Holy Son's gaze locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, a faint hint of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao gave him a profound sense of danger.

The Duoyu Holy Son had never felt such a sensation before.

Yet the Duoyu Holy Son was not afraid—he had confidence in himself, and more importantly, he had brought Xue Ling and Tian You, the two elders.

No matter how deeply this outsider human concealed himself, he couldn't possibly stand against a Saint, could he?

Thinking this, the Duoyu Holy Son calmed down.

Jun Xiaoyao stood in midair, his gaze first flicking casually toward the Duoyu Holy Son.

Cultivation base: Minor Perfection of the Divine Flame Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't need to care about this before his breakthrough, let alone now—he could handle the Duoyu Holy Son with ease.

His gaze shifted to She Ji.

"Good. You've brought your master. Your task is complete," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's icy gaze, She Ji's heart skipped—a bad feeling struck her.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Boom.

She Ji's entire body exploded, limbs and fragments flying everywhere.

Numerous foul substances splattered onto the nearby Duoyu Holy Son.

This scene took everyone by surprise.

The Duoyu Holy Son froze for a moment, then a torrent of violent rage erupted from his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao had just killed his follower right before his eyes.

This wasn't provocation anymore—it was utter humiliation!

"Die!"

Without a word, the Duoyu Holy Son struck immediately, his hand rising as black death energy coiled into a massive black seal, crushing down upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the Duoyu Holy Son's attack approach.

As the onlookers around him grew utterly bewildered—

Something astonishing happened.

The black seal, as it neared within ten zhang of Jun Xiaoyao, simply vanished, completely erased.

"This… what happened?" The Duoyu Holy Son froze in shock.

Not only him—the living beings of the Ten Thousand Graves watching around Baiwang City also froze, rubbing their eyes, thinking they'd imagined it.

"That ability again!" Cang Yue's eyes flashed.

Jun Xiaoyao had not used magic power immunity for the first time.

This ability was simply inconceivable.

After all, immunity to all magic power attacks—such a power was too outrageous; no ordinary person could conceive of it.

"What trick did you use?" The Duoyu Holy Son's eyes flickered with suspicion.

He struck again.

"Soul-Crying Claws!"

The Duoyu Holy Son extended his hand; thick death energy churned into a colossal black claw, capable of tearing through space with every motion.

Yet as the claw descended, it too vanished into thin air.

"This…" The Duoyu Holy Son's mind went numb.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

As his realm and strength increased, so too had his magic power immunity.

Even the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, enhanced by six divine arts, could not shatter his immunity with a single punch.

How could these two moves from the Duoyu Holy Son possibly break through?

"I refuse to believe it!"

The Duoyu Holy Son was no fool—he immediately realized the truth.

If magic power was useless, then physical combat couldn't be, too.

The Duoyu Holy Son flared his back wings, shooting forward like an arrow, appearing instantly before Jun Xiaoyao, his five fingers clenched into a fist, smashing down upon his head.

Though the Duoyu Clan did not specialize in physical strength, their bodies were still extremely formidable.

Moreover, the living beings of the Ten Thousand Graves, buried underground for eons, generally possessed stronger bodies than those of the Immortal Realms.

Thus, the Duoyu Holy Son had great confidence in his physical power.

Yet he saw the sneer on Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

"You came to deliver yourself to death—I won't be polite," Jun Xiaoyao said simply, throwing out a single punch.

Boom!

The air seemed to shatter, blood qi exploding with overwhelming might, as if a true dragon had emerged.

"This…"

The Duoyu Holy Son's face turned pale instantly.

Yet he could not pull back.

Boom!

With one punch, the Duoyu Holy Son's entire right arm shattered into fragments.

Blood spewed uncontrollably from his mouth as he was blasted backward.

Complete and overwhelming domination!

Every living being in Baiwang City froze, bodies stiff, paralyzed in place!

Who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

The Duoyu Holy Son, one of the Ten Lesser Kings of the Ten Thousand Graves, had been reduced to this state by a single punch.

"Such terrifying blood qi—that human youth is like a true dragon reborn."

"Too strong! Not only does he possess that bizarre magic power immunity, but his physical body is equally formidable—this youth is undoubtedly among the top prodigies of the Immortal Realm!"

The surrounding living beings of the Ten Thousand Graves felt their minds about to explode—they never imagined witnessing this.

"Holy Son!"

Xue Ling and Tian You, the two Duoyu Clan Saints, also paled.

"Damn it! I refuse to believe it!" The Duoyu Holy Son's eyes turned blood-red.

With the Ten Kings Banquet about to begin, if he fell to an outsider human—

What face would he have to show up at the Ten Kings Banquet?

The Duoyu Holy Son erupted with death energy, dark Mingqi swirling upward, coalescing into a massive black sphere in midair.

"Dark Ming Sun!"

The Duoyu Holy Son unleashed his ultimate technique—this move channeled his full strength, its power terrifying beyond measure.

The air trembled with black ripples, sending shivers through the onlookers.

This technique could instantly kill any ordinary Divine Flame Realm being.

"Go!"

The Duoyu Holy Son roared, and the Dark Ming Sun shot toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Its power surged like a force bent on annihilation!

The Duoyu Holy Son stared fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao as the Dark Ming Sun crushed down upon him.

To his relief, the Dark Ming Sun did not vanish—it merely lost much of its power.

"So you're not invincible!" The Duoyu Holy Son laughed triumphantly, his tension lifting.

At least Jun Xiaoyao's strange magic power immunity wasn't absolute.

Otherwise, there'd be no point fighting at all.

"Are you this pleased over that?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at the Duoyu Holy Son with pity.

He raised his hand, activating the Devouring Soul Demon Art—a terrifying black vortex appeared.

The weakened Dark Ming Sun was effortlessly swallowed by the Devouring Soul Demon Art.

Then, light glowed from Jun Xiaoyao's chest as he unleashed a Heaven's Punishment Light toward the Duoyu Holy Son.

The Duoyu Holy Son frantically blocked, raising his gray wings before him.

With a thunderous crash, he was blasted backward again.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped through the air, swift as eight steps chasing a cicada, closing in and slamming another punch down.

"Bad!" The two Duoyu Clan Saints' faces turned grim.

These outsiders from the human race actually dared to kill the Fallen Feather Holy Son in front of everyone!