Chapter 362: The Killing Intent of the Burial Emperors: Jun Xiaoyao Must Commit Suicide

"Dare you really strike?"

Seeing the massive demonic palm hurtling toward him, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a glacial chill.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to counter with his ancient armor, another section of the sky bloomed with countless Bian flowers—exquisitely gorgeous, radiating an aura of death.

The Bian flowers collided with the demonic palm, their power shattering the heavens, as if countless great stars exploded simultaneously.

The clash of Supreme Beings—even a single move—could shake heaven and earth and cause catastrophic destruction.

"Gui Mian Nü Zanghuang, you've gone too far!"

From the void came the icy, thunderous fury of Tianming Zanghuang.

He never expected Gui Mian Nü Zanghuang would defend Jun Xiaoyao to this extent.

Even now, in this situation, she still wanted to shield him.

"Before I unravel the karmic ties between us, no one is permitted to harm him!" came the cold, lethal voice of Gui Mian Nü Zanghuang from behind her mask.

Her defense of Jun Xiaoyao was nearly instinctual.

Moreover, Gui Mian Nü Zanghuang herself wished to understand what karmic bond connected her to Jun Xiaoyao.

If Jun Xiaoyao died now, that karmic thread would be forever severed—and that would not serve Gui Mian Nü Zanghuang well.

"Jun Xiaoyao has committed grave sins in the Burial Land; he cannot possibly leave alive!" Tianming Zanghuang's voice was icy.

As his words fell, Longhai Zanghuang, Xuesha Laozu, Tianzhu Mozun, the Master of Lianshi Sect, Jiuyou Laoren, and other Zanghuang Qiangzhe all arrived.

Each one among them was a Supreme-level cultivator.

A single one appearing could shake the four corners; imagine them all appearing together.

And most crucially, they were targeting merely a junior cultivator at the Divine Flame realm.

A host of Supreme Beings targeting a single Divine Flame junior? The news would shock countless others into wide-eyed disbelief.

A typical prodigy would likely have collapsed, legs trembling, on the spot.

But Jun Xiaoyao, facing the assembled Zanghuang Supremes, remained calm and cold—like a deep Tan, profound and bottomless.

The many Burial Land beings who had followed behind also felt complex emotions.

On one hand, they never imagined the Zanghuang Supremes would stoop to targeting a junior.

On the other, even those who held no fondness for Jun Xiaoyao could not help but admire the composure he now displayed.

"Young Master Jun!"

From the crowd, a graceful figure darted forward—it was Langhuan.

After failing to comprehend the Lei Di Great Divine Art, she had set out seeking other opportunities, only to see a host of Burial Land beings entering.

Sensing that the Burial Realm had changed, she followed them inside.

She never expected to witness this scene.

Dozens of Zanghuang, forcing Jun Xiaoyao to his death!

"Langhuan, come back!"

Above, the Lord of the Shura Kingdom raised one hand, halting her.

This was no time for impulsive words.

Every action could have far-reaching consequences.

Even though the Shura Demon Kingdom had the least enmity toward Jun Xiaoyao, the Lord of Shura still did not wish to wade into this murky water lightly.

"Go help Young Master Jun!" Langhuan's eyes showed urgency.

She did not want Jun Xiaoyao to die.

"Relax. Even if the Jun family wanted to die, it wouldn't be this easy," the Lord of Shura said, his gaze deep as he stared into the depths of the Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao, the focus of all eyes, remained utterly calm.

He swept his gaze over Tianming Zanghuang and the others, speaking casually: "You send the junior, then the senior comes? Can't you change your Taolu?"

"Jun family brat, do you not realize the enormity of your sins?" Tianming Zanghuang unleashed a terrifying pressure.

But it had no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Sins? Killing one is a crime; slaughtering ten thousand is heroism. I still think I haven't killed enough!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was sharp.

To make him retreat or bow?

Impossible.

Others are arrogant for a moment; Jun Xiaoyao is arrogant for a lifetime.

With this talent, with this background, to act like a coward would be truly pitiful.

Don't back down—stand firm!

This was Jun Xiaoyao's principle.

The stronger the enemy, the less Jun Xiaoyao would retreat.

"I know your reliance is your family, the Jun clan—but so what? You've offended nearly the entire Burial Land; even the Jun clan cannot protect you!"

Tianming Zanghuang's voice brimmed with killing intent.

"Correct. Even if the Jun clan intervenes, this matter will not end peacefully!" Longhai Zanghuang spoke up.

Seeing this, the Burial Land beings finally came to their senses.

Jun Xiaoyao hadn't killed just one or two factions.

Ninety percent of the Burial Land factions had been offended by him.

If it were only one or two factions, perhaps they might still fear the Jun clan.

For example, the Duoyu Clan—on their own, they would never dare oppose the Jun clan.

But now, too many factions held killing intent toward Jun Xiaoyao.

The Yinwang Palace, the Corpse Dragon Clan, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, the Devouring Heaven Demon Serpent Clan, the Xuesha Clan, the Lianshi Sect, and more.

And even Jiuyou Laoren, who had no clan.

With so many top factions and Qiangzhe united, even the Jun clan couldn't act without restraint, could they?

"It seems the Jun clan's Divine Son has miscalculated—he underestimated the danger of these factions," muttered a Burial Land being.

Perhaps Jun Xiaoyao would finally be undone in the Ancient Burial Land.

"So, you want my life?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"I'll give you a chance: commit suicide," Tianming Zanghuang said coldly.

If possible, he preferred not to kill him himself.

Whoever killed Jun Xiaoyao would surely face the Jun clan's fiercest retaliation.

Thus, none wished to be the one to strike the final blow.

Jun Xiaoyao's suicide was the best option.

"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao laughed, as if hearing the greatest joke.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Tianming Zanghuang's face darkened.

"Who gave you the courage to dare speak such words to this Divine Son?" Jun Xiaoyao coldly rebuked.

These haughty Zanghuang of the Burial Land—had they lost their minds?

They had no idea who they were threatening!

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, even the lofty, emotionless Zanghuang Supremes felt a surge of rage.

"Enough talk. This brat is arrogant beyond measure. Let us strike together—I refuse to believe the Jun clan has the guts to annihilate all of the Burial Land!" said Tianzhu Mozun of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, his voice icy.

"Correct. Though the Jun clan is strong, they cannot dominate the Immortal Realm, let alone the Burial Land. Moreover, the Burial Realm is about to break its seal—the ancient Burial Land elders sealed here harbor boundless hatred toward the Jun clan," added Xuesha Laozu coldly.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard would soon break its seal, and the ancient Burial Land elders imprisoned within held unquenchable hatred for the Jun clan.

And deeper still in the Burial Realm lay primordial terrors from ancient times.

For the Jun clan to penetrate the Burial Land and sweep away all factions would not be simple.

Realizing this, Tianming Zanghuang and the others no longer hesitated or feared.

Today, they would kill Jun Xiaoyao.