Chapter 363: The Burial Emperor Battle: Jun Xiaoyao Trapped, A Jiu Arrives!

"How dare you!"

Seeing that Tianming Zanghuang and others still intended to strike, the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang let out a cold, lethal cry.

"Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, though strong, you cannot stop all of us—this boy will die today, without doubt!" Tianming Zanghuang said coldly.

"Let us two hold her back!"

The Rakshasa Zanghuang of the Rakshasa Clan and the Death-Spirit Zanghuang of the Death-Spirit Clan stepped forward simultaneously.

If a single Zanghuang faced the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, it would indeed be risky.

Hence, both Zanghuangs struck together to block her.

Three Zanghuang-level experts immediately clashed in battle.

Undeniably, the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang was immensely powerful, her might overwhelming; with a flick of her jade hand, petals of the Bian flower bloomed, surging death laws weaving through the void.

The faces of the Rakshasa Zanghuang and the Death-Spirit Zanghuang both changed.

Though both were Zanghuang, their strengths varied.

After all, the Supreme Realm had seven distinct levels.

Both the Rakshasa Zanghuang and the Death-Spirit Zanghuang were inferior to the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang.

Simply holding her off was already a desperate effort.

Meanwhile, Tianming Zanghuang and the others did not delay—they immediately moved to crush Jun Xiaoyao.

Tianming Zanghuang would never act alone.

If he alone killed Jun Xiaoyao, the Jun Clan would immediately turn their wrath upon him.

Thus, Tianming Zanghuang was shrewd—he did not strike alone, but joined the other Zanghuangs in unison.

Their attacks were casual, merely a single finger point.

Yet with so many Zanghuangs striking together, they could annihilate Jun Xiaoyao a million times over.

"Will the Jun Clan's Divine Son perish?"

"Though I despise him, I must admit—the Jun Clan's Divine Son is a once-in-a-million-millennia prodigy. Who would have thought he'd end like this?"

"He's had quite the send-off—a host of Zanghuangs escorting him to death. Which young prodigy ever received such an honor?"

The surrounding beings of Zangtu sighed in awe.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao died, his deeds would be sung for many years.

"Young Master Jun..." Langhuan and Qin Xian'er both trembled with trembling eyes.

Was Jun Xiaoyao truly going to perish here?

"Who dares take Jun Xiaoyao's life? Not even Heaven can—let alone you!" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes shot out three-foot divine light.

He summoned the ancient armor once more; an ancient, weathered aura flowed, as if the most unyielding barrier.

BOOM!

The casual attacks of the Zanghuangs were all blocked by this ancient armor.

"Hmph? Some substance." Tianzhu Mozun narrowed his eyes slightly.

As the Jun Clan's Divine Son, he naturally possessed some protective treasures—nothing surprising.

"Continue attacking, this ancient armor won't hold much longer," the Master of the Corpse Cult said coldly.

Behind him, his coffin opened, surging torrents of corpse qi and malevolent energy.

Then, a Corpse Emperor emerged midair, its power so immense it made even the Supreme Realm's cultivators flinch.

The Corpse Emperor extended a palm, nails sharp as blades, tearing the void open into black spatial fissures.

The Corpse Emperor's palm slammed into the ancient armor, unleashing terrifying vibrations.

The cracks on the armor multiplied.

Though this armor was bestowed by Jiang Daoxu, the attackers were Supreme-level experts.

Even an ancient armor could not endure long.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm, his gaze deep and cold, faintly glinting with frost.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao still so composed, Tianming Zanghuang and the others' killing intent surged.

This Jun Xiaoyao clearly regarded them all as nothing.

"An ancient armor gives you such confidence? Watch how this Emperor breaks it!" Longhai Zanghuang snarled.

He raised his hand, and a bone blade forged from pale-white dragon horns appeared in his grasp.

It was a quasi-Imperial weapon—the Dragonbone Sacred Knife.

Longhai Zanghuang activated the Dragonbone Sacred Knife, slashing downward as if cleaving the boundless heavens, splitting heaven and earth in two.

With his Supreme cultivation, he could fully unleash the weapon's power.

This single slash could cleave ten-thousand-zhang of earth!

CRACK!

The ancient armor, after enduring this blow, finally shattered before the eyes of all.

"Die!"

Longhai Zanghuang's blade did not slow—it descended straight onto Jun Xiaoyao's head.

He no longer cared whether he personally killed Jun Xiaoyao.

For once Jun Xiaoyao was dead, every Zanghuang present bore guilt.

The Jun Clan might target him first, but after him, they would still pursue Tianming Zanghuang and the others.

Better to cut it short than dither.

"You seek death!"

Seeing Longhai Zanghuang about to slay Jun Xiaoyao, the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang let out a cold, lethal cry.

Her three thousand black locks flew wildly; the killing intent twisted the heavens and reversed heaven and earth!

BAM!

The Ghost-Faced Zanghuang formed a complex divine seal, striking one palm blow that sent the Rakshasa Zanghuang spewing blood, instantly grievously wounded.

Then, a cluster of Bian flowers interwoven with death laws surrounded the Death-Spirit Zanghuang—he too was grievously wounded.

Just as the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang moved to rescue, an elderly man in purple robes blocked her path.

"Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, have you lost your mind? To fight us all for the sake of an outsider, a mere ant?"

The one blocking the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang was the Nine You Elder!

"The Nine You Elder has moved!"

Seeing the Nine You Elder stand before the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang, all Zangtu beings couldn't help but cry out in shock.

The Nine You Elder's true form was also a Nine You Beast.

Though his bloodline was impure, a Supreme-level hybrid Nine You Beast was still terrifyingly strong.

The Nine You Elder himself was extremely reclusive, with no powerful faction behind him.

Yet his strength ranked among the top three among Zanghuangs in Zangtu's ten domains, capable of rivaling Tianming Zanghuang and the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang.

"You would block me?" Beneath her mask, the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang's beautiful eyes shot out icy, piercing glares.

If the Nine You Elder intervened, she could not easily break free.

"No argument—this boy dies today, without doubt!"

The Nine You Elder's most cherished disciple, the Nine You Beast, had been annihilated by Jun Xiaoyao.

Naturally, he bore murderous intent toward Jun Xiaoyao.

The Nine You Elder moved—purple light waves surged, shattering ten-thousand-li of void, his Nine You Divine Art unleashed, obliterating heaven and earth.

Seeing the Ghost-Faced Zanghuang blocked, all Zangtu beings shook their heads.

It was over.

Longhai Zanghuang's blade was nearly upon Jun Xiaoyao's head.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent.

As if he had already placed life and death beyond concern.

And at that moment—

A musical blade of killing sound suddenly slashed in, CLANG! deflecting the Dragonbone Sacred Knife.

"Who?!"

Longhai Zanghuang roared fiercely.

Before Jun Xiaoyao, the void shattered, revealing a woman in gray robes, her sleeves billowing, an otherworldly beauty.

Her black locks danced in the wind, veiling most of her immortal face.

Even the small portion revealed was as radiant as snow, breathtakingly beautiful, dreamlike and ethereal.

Though the woman's face was stunningly beautiful, the words from her cherry lips carried earth-shattering killing intent!

"Anyone who dares threaten the Young Master—kill on sight!"