Chapter 364

The woman who appeared was naturally Jun Xiaoyao's guardian, A Jiu.

She had been guarding the edge of the Ten Thousand Eons Burial Ground, and upon sensing Jun Xiaoyao's peril, she directly tore through space to arrive.

Although she knew Jun Xiaoyao, as a treasured scion of both the Jun and Jiang families, surely carried many protective artifacts.

Yet A Jiu still could not rest easy, and came in person.

To her, Jun Xiaoyao could not suffer even the slightest mishap.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao merely scratched his skin, A Jiu would blame herself.

"A Jiu, you've come."

Looking at the stunning figure standing before him, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

She didn't need to come.

Jun Xiaoyao dared to enter the Burial Ground because he had his own confidence.

"Young Master, let A Jiu protect you," A Jiu said, her black hair swirling, her face resolute.

Jun Xiaoyao paused, then shook his head with a smile.

Although it sounded a bit like a man relying on a woman for protection.

But he couldn't deny—being guarded by a beautiful woman felt surprisingly good.

As for the denizens of the Burial Ground present, all were frozen in stunned silence, jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

Who was this sudden beauty?

Did she resemble another Ghost Mask Burial Empress?

And she, too, had come to protect Jun Xiaoyao.

Just how good was Jun Xiaoyao's luck with women?

Was being handsome enough to be protected by beautiful senior ladies?

Every denizen of the Burial Ground present turned into a lemon, sour to the core.

This was simply the pinnacle of life.

No comparison possible!

"In this situation, you still dare appear to protect this boy?" the Dragon Bone Burial Emperor asked, gripping the Dragon Bone Sacred Knife, his voice icy.

We Burial Emperors stand here—unless the Jun family dispatches their ancestral elders, who dares stand before us?

"Hmph, how bold of you, a mere pseudo- Zhizun, to appear. Should I call you loyal—or foolish?" the Heaven-Mystic Burial Emperor's expression remained calm.

In this situation, even a true Zhizun appearing would be insufficient to protect Jun Xiaoyao.

Let alone a pseudo- Zhizun.

A Jiu said nothing, placing an ancient zither before her, as her aura surged and her three thousand black tresses fluttered.

In her eyes, terrifying scenes of suns extinguished and stars collapsing manifested, with chaotic light bursting forth!

"That is… the Repeating Pupils!" the Heaven-Spider Demon Sovereign exclaimed in shock.

The Burial Emperors now understood why A Jiu dared to appear.

Though her cultivation base was only pseudo- Zhizun, with her Repeating Pupils, her combat power approached that of a true Zhizun.

A Jiu's mastery of the Repeating Pupils' abilities far surpassed Jun Lingcang's.

When Repeating Pupils are cultivated to the highest realm, challenging higher realms is normal.

"Tribulation Immortal Melody!"

A Jiu's slender jade fingers brushed the zither strings, and the music spread outward.

To human ears, it sounded like celestial harmony at first, but upon closer listening, it carried the weight of heavenly tribulation.

The terrifying destructive melody surged toward the Dragon Bone Burial Emperor.

Even the Dragon Bone Burial Emperor's gaze grew serious; he gripped the Dragon Bone Sacred Knife and clashed with A Jiu.

At that moment, the Blood Chaos Ancestor of the Blood Chaos Clan flashed a murderous gleam in his eyes and struck at Jun Xiaoyao.

Their clan's prodigy had been incinerated into ash by Jun Xiaoyao's Tuo She Ancient Emperor Flame.

This blood feud, the Blood Chaos Ancestor naturally wished to avenge.

So he struck—his ancient eyes filled with cold disdain.

He extended one finger, intending to crush Jun Xiaoyao with a single fingertip.

This was also a form of indirect humiliation.

Watching the Blood Chaos Ancestor's finger point toward him, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with dark light.

A Jiu's expression changed; she moved to intercept—but was blocked by the Dragon Bone Burial Emperor.

"Die!"

A Jiu was no longer the calm, still maiden she had been.

To protect Jun Xiaoyao, she transformed into a female war goddess, her eyes spewing terrifying black light that collapsed a stretch of space as it surged toward the Dragon Bone Burial Emperor.

The Dragon Bone Burial Emperor, caught off guard, suffered injury.

And facing this contemptuous strike from the Blood Chaos Ancestor—

Jun Xiaoyao's lips suddenly curled into a smile.

A more disdainful smile.

"Hmm?"

The Blood Chaos Ancestor, seeing that smile, felt a chill in his heart, puzzled.

How could someone about to die wear such an expression?

But in the next instant, he understood why Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Jun Xiaoyao summoned a broken, weathered ancient sword—the entire blade was plain, unadorned, with no hint of sharpness or aura.

Yet this utterly ordinary ancient sword struck with lightning speed toward the Blood Chaos Ancestor.

And then, the Blood Chaos Ancestor's body split cleanly in two.

Even he himself had not reacted—he still extended his finger toward Jun Xiaoyao.

But his finger, when it neared within ten zhang of Jun Xiaoyao, could no longer channel any magic power.

"This… how is this possible…" the Blood Chaos Ancestor looked down and saw his lower half had vanished.

His ancient eyes widened in utter horror.

The broken ancient sword suddenly radiated an aura that shook the heavens.

A faint, blurred figure emerged, gripping the broken ancient sword.

"Dare to strike at my Jiang family's descendant? Kill without mercy!"

That blurred figure was no residual soul—merely a trace of aura embedded within the broken ancient sword.

Yet that single trace of aura, activating the broken ancient sword, cleaved a true Zhizun in two.

Who would believe it!?

The Heaven-Mystic Burial Emperor and others were stunned, utterly unprepared for this turn.

"No… how is this possible? I am a Zhizun, a Zhizun!" the Blood Chaos Ancestor's aura surged wildly.

Dark blood spread from within him, attempting to rejoin his severed halves.

After all, he was a Zhizun —even if his body were chopped into fragments, he could still regenerate.

But that trace of aura gave him no chance to recover.

Holding the broken ancient sword, it struck with lightning speed, a horizontal slash so fast it defied comprehension.

The Heaven-Mystic Burial Emperor and others could not react in time.

Next moment!

A wet *thwip!

The broken ancient sword pierced the Blood Chaos Ancestor's skull, and a terrifying surge of killing intent erupted!

It shattered his Primordial Spirit along with his body.

The Blood Chaos Ancestor didn't even have time to scream—he perished instantly.

An ancient sword slew a Zhizun!

Whoa!

Unending gasps of shock erupted from all directions.

What is awe?

This is awe!

A true Zhizun fell before their eyes.

And nearly slain in an instant.

It sent chills down their spines, freezing them from head to toe.

They turned again to Jun Xiaoyao—and found his expression as calm as before.

Clearly, this outcome had been within his expectations.

Hisss…

Countless sharp intakes of breath echoed.

Jun Xiaoyao had quietly outmaneuvered a Zhizun without a word.

Had the Blood Chaos Ancestor not been careless and dismissive, he would never have been instantly obliterated by the broken ancient sword.

Jun Xiaoyao's move utterly stunned every living being present.