Chapter 330: Kill the Fallen Feather Holy Son, Great Saint Puppets, the Fallen Feather Clan Elder

From the moment the Fallen Feather Holy Son arrived in Baiwang City.

No one could have anticipated this situation.

In the minds of these Burial Land beings, the most likely outcome was the Fallen Feather Holy Son crushing Jun Xiaoyao.

At the very least, he could maintain the upper hand.

After all, the prestige of the Ten Young Kings had been deeply etched into every Burial Land being's mind.

The Ten Young Kings represented peerless talent and unmatched strength.

But now, reality had slapped the Burial Land beings hard across the face.

The truth proved that so-called peerless talent was merely relative.

What were the Ten Young Kings? They simply hadn't encountered anyone stronger.

And now, the one who crushed the Ten Young Kings' level prodigies had appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao's fist, with the speed of thunder before the ear could catch it, slammed toward the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

The Fallen Feather Holy Son, terrified beyond measure, shrieked: "Mortal, you dare kill me!"

"Foolish!"

Jun Xiaoyao had no desire for words and did not pause his motion.

With a thunderous crash, his fist's radiance, carrying a hundred billion jin of divine power, struck the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

The result was obvious—the Fallen Feather Holy Son's body shattered into pieces, exploding apart.

His head flew off, his face frozen in utter terror.

He swore that even the Mingwangdian 's ancient body cultivator, ranked first among the Ten Young Kings, had never given him such despairing pressure.

The Fallen Feather Holy Son felt he was not facing a peer, but a reincarnated Emperor.

As Jun Xiaoyao punched, his Primordial Spirit power surged forth—a chain of cosmic order shot out, condensing into a golden short sword that pierced straight into the Fallen Feather Holy Son's mind.

The Emperor's Dao Sword, once unleashed, obliterated the Fallen Feather Holy Son's inner spiritual palace and his Primordial Spirit alike.

This scene unfolded in the span of a single instant.

Even the two Fallen Feather clan Elders, Xue Ling and Tian You, were too late to intervene.

Because the Fallen Feather clan's prestige had become deeply rooted in their minds.

No being would dare kill a Fallen Feather clan member in the Yinming Domain, let alone the Fallen Feather Holy Son.

This was nearly an unbreakable law.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's appearance shattered this rule.

What of the Fallen Feather Holy Son? If he was to be killed, he was killed.

"You little wretch, how dare you!"

Xue Ling and Tian You, the two Fallen Feather clan Elders, felt their minds ring like bells, fury surging through their organs.

Their clan's strongest prodigy had been slain in mere moments—right before their eyes.

The surrounding beings of Baiwang City stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, faces filled with horror.

"My god, he actually killed the Fallen Feather Holy Son?"

"Is he insane? Does he not want to live?"

In their view, even if Jun Xiaoyao had the power to kill the Fallen Feather Holy Son, he shouldn't have delivered the fatal blow.

Always leave a thread—future encounters may yet be kind.

But they did not know Jun Xiaoyao's nature: supreme self-rule, utterly arbitrary.

If he wanted to kill, he killed.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The heads of the Cang family, upon seeing the Fallen Feather Holy Son's death, felt their scalps go numb.

Jun Xiaoyao's act had irrevocably forged a mortal feud with the Fallen Feather clan.

The Cang family, by association, might become the Fallen Feather clan's target for vengeance.

Yet the Cang sisters showed no fear—they supported Jun Xiaoyao no matter what he did.

"Little wretch, die!"

Xue Ling and Tian You both moved.

They cared nothing for exploiting age advantage or forsaking dignity.

They must kill Jun Xiaoyao—otherwise, would the Fallen Feather Holy Son have died in vain? Would the Fallen Feather clan's prestige not plummet?

Seeing this, all present beings shook their heads slightly.

The outcome was sealed.

Two Elders had abandoned their dignity to strike—what more was there to say?

Was there any result but death?

"Family Head!" Cang Yue and Cang Xue cried anxiously.

The Cang family head gritted his teeth, then moved.

Boom!

The Cang family head flashed forward, interposing himself before Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmm? Are the Cang family rebelling?" Xue Ling and Tian You's gazes turned icy.

The Cang family head clenched his teeth inwardly.

He had acted because the Cang sisters had told him Jun Xiaoyao's origins.

He came from the Ancient Cang Clan.

The Cang family head, though an Elder, had some vision—he knew what the name "Jun" meant.

Wasn't the great war that swept across the Entire Ancient Burial Land and even the Burial Realm, over a decade ago, sparked by the Jun Clan?

Such a terrifying force—even the Fallen Feather clan could not match it.

If they could forge even a slight alliance, the benefits to the Cang family would be boundless.

This was why the Cang family head dared to make this gamble.

He was betting.

"Oh?" Seeing the Cang family head move, Jun Xiaoyao was surprised.

It seemed the Cang family wasn't foolish.

Though he didn't need their aid, their action now pleased him.

"It seems your Cang family has lived too long and seeks its own destruction," Xue Ling's eyes blazed crimson.

"My lord, let us help you exterminate the Cang family!"

At that moment, the Gongming family head stepped forward, a sly, cruel smile on his face.

"And us."

The Tiegu tribe and Qinggui tribe elders also stepped out together.

"You…" The Cang family head's face turned ashen.

These three factions clearly intended to kick the Cang family while down and carve up their assets.

"Fools!"

Jun Xiaoyao sneered, flicking his hand.

Instantly, three figures stood before Jun Xiaoyao.

As these three figures appeared, the very qi of heaven and earth twisted into chaos—a vast, crushing pressure erupted outward.

The three figures glowed with cold metallic luster, towering in stature, their bodies inscribed with intricate, arcane patterns radiating ancient, esoteric power.

"These are… puppets?"

When the three puppets appeared, all present were stunned.

But as they sensed the aura radiating from these puppets, their shock instantly turned to profound terror.

For these three puppets radiated the aura of Great Saint realm.

All three—were Great Saint-level puppets!

This was horrifying beyond measure—their scalps felt ready to explode!

Great Saint-level puppets were exceedingly rare—even among Immortal Sects, few possessed even one.

Not to mention Great Saints—even Saint or Saint King puppets were scarce in the Immortal Realm.

Xue Ling and Tian You, the two Elders, were petrified, eyes bulging as if about to pop out.

Their fury and ferocity vanished instantly, replaced by panic and disbelief.

"Go!" Jun Xiaoyao's voice was cold, like Death incarnate, the Asura claiming souls.

The three Great Saint puppets moved instantly.

One puppet surged toward Xue Ling and Tian You.

The other two turned on the Gongming family and the other three factions.

Now came the massacre.