Chapter 357: This Divine Son Will Make You Experience What True Despair Is!

Chu Tianba's aura differed utterly from the other Ten Young Kings the moment he moved.

The fluctuation of his strike now far surpassed that of Long Xiang, Mo Ling, and even Jiuyou He.

With one punch, it was as if a starry cosmos crashed down, unleashing a tidal wave of ten thousand qing magic power.

Though the beings beyond the Burial Realm could not personally feel that power's ripple, they could still perceive it.

The transformed Chu Tianba's strength was no longer comparable to what it had been.

"So strong—even through the light screen, I feel like I'm suffocating!"

"Yes! Finally, the Jun Clan's Divine Son has met his match—our Burial Land now has a prodigy who can stand against him!"

From all directions, countless voices erupted in clamor.

Clearly, this battle drew immense attention—and even touched upon the reputation of the Ancient Burial Land.

If Jun Xiaoyao still won this fight,

then word would spread that the Jun Clan's Divine Son had swept clean every young prodigy of the Ancient Burial Land.

Where would the Burial Land save face?

Yet after seeing Chu Tianba's current might, the beings of the Burial Land finally relaxed.

By the Pool of Universal Reincarnation, the battle between the Sacred Body and the Tyrant Body finally erupted.

Chu Tianba unleashed a punch—the Royal Path Killing Fist.

The punch cut through the sky, its radiance illuminating the heavens, its killing intent surging like a tide.

This fist technique was immensely powerful; sometimes, before the fist even landed, the killing intent alone could shatter a man's spirit.

Feeling himself locked in by that killing intent, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as he punched back, meeting Chu Tianba head-on.

"Foolish!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao strike, Chu Tianba sneered.

He was a Void God Realm cultivator—capable of utterly suppressing Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao did not dodge his sharp edge; he charged straight into it.

What else could this be but foolishness?

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, channeling the power of the Ancient Sacred Body combined with the Hundred Billion Jin divine force of the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Technique.

That power made the void surge and the heavens tremble!

BOOM!

Their fists met—instantly, ripples of magic power exploded outward, cracking the earth and turning wind and clouds chaotic.

At that punch, Chu Tianba's face changed instantly.

The imagined one-punch shove never came.

Chu Tianba felt only an unimaginably terrifying, overwhelming divine force surging from Jun Xiaoyao's fist.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body was famed for its physical might—capable of battling true dragons and striking divine phoenixes.

Yet now, Chu Tianba's body jolted violently, thrown back, blood spraying from his fist.

Chu Tianba was thrown back, wounded!

In a single strike, every being beyond the Burial Realm fell silent.

Some even rubbed their eyes, doubting whether they were hallucinating.

This was the transformed Chu Tianba—not his former incomplete state.

Yet… he was still thrown back by Jun Xiaoyao.

Shock!

Unparalleled shock!

Jun Xiaoyao's performance shattered their worldview.

A Divine Flame Realm cultivator throwing back a Void God Realm cultivator—this was simply unbelievable.

"Could Master Jun really have grown this strong?" Qin Xian'er covered her red lips with her jade hand, eyes wide.

The Mingwang Palace's elite slowly froze their smiles.

The Heavenly Ming Burial Emperor remained expressionless.

It went without saying that Jun Xiaoyao's display left every being of the Burial Land unsettled.

Within the Burial Realm, Chu Tianba, thrown back, flickered a trace of shock in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao also showed surprise: "Only slightly wounded? No wonder the Heavenly Tyrant Body carries such renown—it has substance."

Jun Xiaoyao was genuinely surprised.

Even some peerless prodigies, facing this punch, would at least have their arms explode.

Chu Tianba merely suffered injury—that was already impressive.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body lived up to its name.

Meanwhile, Chu Tianba's mind was filled with questions.

Shouldn't these words be coming from me?

Why did it feel as if Jun Xiaoyao were the higher cultivator, lecturing him?

"I don't believe it!"

Chu Tianba struck again.

His blood qi surged violently.

Through the purification of the Pool of Universal Reincarnation, his deathly aura had transformed once more into vital energy.

As his blood qi surged, the wound on his right hand healed swiftly.

Clearly, the Heavenly Tyrant Body's physical recovery was no weaker than the Ancient Sacred Body.

Jun Xiaoyao struck again.

"Ancient Stele Opening Heaven Palm!"

Chu Tianba unleashed another powerful divine technique.

He changed his fist into a palm, slashing downward—like an ancient stele's shadow appearing, cracking the heavens.

Jun Xiaoyao formed the Emperor's Seal with one hand and the Weapon-Subduing Decree with the other, unleashing both mighty techniques simultaneously against Chu Tianba.

Jun Xiaoyao's white robes fluttered, his divine radiance peerless, like an immortal god-king subduing the eight directions.

Chu Tianba's aura was arrogant, tyrannical, boundless—as if a war god descended, crushing the cosmos.

These two men both possessed immense might and grandeur; their battle's residual waves alone could shatter ordinary prodigies.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

As their techniques clashed, ripples shook the air—many nearby tombstones shattered, dust rising in clouds.

After several exchanges, Chu Tianba was thrown back again, blood spilling from his mouth.

"How is this possible… your Sacred Body…" Chu Tianba's eyes no longer held their former calm.

He could sense that Jun Xiaoyao's Ancient Sacred Body did not seem bound by the Heavenly Dao's shackles.

But how could that be?

Even with the Jun Clan pouring endless resources into Jun Xiaoyao, they could never shatter those shackles entirely.

The Heavenly Dao's shackles were a restriction rule—designed to prevent the Ancient Sacred Body from becoming too rebellious.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao's performance showed no sign of being restrained.

"Oh? You noticed?"

Seeing the shock and doubt in Chu Tianba's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.

"This is impossible—you must have cultivated some special scripture!" Chu Tianba shook his head, refusing to believe such absurdity.

Chu Tianba's eyes shot out three-chi cold light; he first activated a defensive divine technique.

Withering energy flowed over his body, coalescing into a dull yellow battle armor.

It was the Great Wasteland Divine Armor Qi Technique.

The armor summoned by the Great Wasteland Divine Armor Qi Technique was nearly impervious even at the same realm—let alone from Jun Xiaoyao, who was one realm below.

Then, Chu Tianba struck again, unleashing his ultimate technique.

"Judgment Seven Forms!"

Chu Tianba spun his palms, summoning blades of wind, sword rays, and ancient talismans.

This was a supreme technique, said to annihilate all life with its seven strikes.

Jun Xiaoyao did not underestimate him; he solidified the Azure Heaven Ancestral Dragon Armor and added the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Technique's defensive method—the Cloak of the Gods.

Now, clad in dragon armor, cloak billowing, Jun Xiaoyao transformed from a transcendent exile into an immortal war god.

"Chu Tianba, this Divine Son will make you experience what true despair truly is!" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze looked down like a deity surveying ants.

What did it matter that the transformed Heavenly Tyrant Body had evolved? He still held him in contempt.

Jun Xiaoyao extended his palm—lightning flickered between his fingers, interwoven into a net of electricity.

The Divine Emperor's Supreme Technique was unleashed!