Chapter 388: What Is True Slaughter? Summoning the Gate of Hell: Divine Son or Demon King

Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled, slowly opening.

A figure she had longed for day and night appeared before her.

Still clad in a white robe whiter than snow, he stood with his hands behind his back.

His tall, slightly slender back, in Yan Qingying's eyes, was as towering and unshakable as a mountain, like a belief.

"G…Lord…" Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, disbelieving, as if in a dream.

"Are you alright? I'll avenge you." Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around, but spoke calmly.

He was always someone who protected his own.

Anyone connected to him, no matter how great their crimes, Jun Xiaoyao would defend to the end.

Moreover, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's methods of killing were perfectly normal.

So she killed them—what of it?

"Lord…"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's gaze grew slightly blurred.

She knew well that although Jun Xiaoyao appeared cold and aloof, utterly detached,

he protected those around him without exception.

This moved her deeply, her heart turning soft and numb.

But on the other side, Bei Mihui and Miao Wuxin's emotions were far from good.

Both women wore expressions of shock.

For Jun Xiaoyao had just appeared as if teleporting.

Thus, Bei Mihui, Miao Wuxin, and Yan Qingying's ultimate techniques had all struck Jun Xiaoyao simultaneously.

Yet that terrifying surge of magic power vanished as if erased, leaving no trace.

Not even a corner of his robe had stirred.

"It's… the Jun Clan's Divine Son!"

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son has appeared!"

A group of onlooker prodigies nearby froze, then couldn't help crying out in astonishment.

Shock!

Utter shock!

No one had expected that after the Immortal Ancient World had opened for months, Jun Xiaoyao had entered it.

But what stunned them most was Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation base.

Even these prodigies watching the spectacle could not fathom his true level.

They could only sense a faint pressure, like a mountain, crushing their hearts.

"Impossible—the Jun Clan's Divine Son was only at the Heaven-Piercing Realm when he entered the Burial Land. How can I, at the Void God Realm, still not see through him?"

Around them, a crowd of prodigies questioned their own sanity.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao, at this moment, was coldly observing Bei Mihui and Miao Wuxin.

Lei Mingyuan, who had just arrived, also shook his head silently upon seeing Bei Mihui and the others.

He knew that with Jun Xiaoyao's nature, blood would surely stain the Soul-Severing Cliff today.

"Holy Church, Little Western Heaven…" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Little Western Heaven was extremely reclusive yet profoundly mysterious.

As for the Holy Church, Jun Xiaoyao knew little of it, but had heard from elders in his clan.

This sect's depth was immense, even spanning multiple Immortal Domains.

They worshipped the legendary ancient Lord Lan.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao did not believe in such superstitious nonsense.

What is called a god is merely a stronger person.

With enough time to grow stronger, Jun Xiaoyao could kill any god, Buddha, or Lord he pleased!

"Jun Xiaoyao…"

Bei Mihui and Miao Wuxin now wore expressions heavier than ever.

Not only because Jun Xiaoyao had suddenly appeared,

but because his aura now pressed upon them with suffocating weight.

When Jun Xiaoyao did not actively release his aura, those of lower cultivation could not fully sense him.

They could only feel his aura was unfathomably deep, bearing down on them with immense pressure.

"This Divine Son asks you—do you know how to write the word 'death'?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, voice calm.

"Jun Xiaoyao, we never expected you to appear, but your follower wields the Devouring God Demon Art and has committed boundless slaughter—she bears great sin." Bei Mihui spoke coldly.

She was, after all, the Holy Church's Holy Maiden, with status and standing—she could not be cowed so easily.

Moreover, a Holy Church Son still roamed within the Immortal Ancient World.

The Holy Church Son's cultivation had reached the True God Realm, rivaling prodigies like Wang Teng and Long Ao Tian.

Bei Mihui did not believe Jun Xiaoyao would fear him.

"Great sin?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

He found it absurd.

"Jun Xiaoyao, this nun once advised her to abandon the Devouring God Demon Art, but she refused—so we had no choice." Miao Wuxin clasped her hands together and shook her head.

"Abandon the demon art? What are you, to demand my person abandon her demon art?" Jun Xiaoyao's face turned icy.

"You—" Miao Wuxin's expression stiffened, deeply humiliated.

As a Buddha Maiden of Little Western Heaven, this was the first time anyone had treated her this way.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are a Divine Son of an ancient clan—surely you still uphold reason?" Bei Mihui declared with moral grandeur.

Such a saintly mother was exactly this: standing atop a moral high ground, freely condemning, belittling, and judging others.

And then proudly believing herself noble, pure, and extraordinary.

Yet precisely such saintly mothers were endlessly praised and flattered by fools.

"Exactly! Even if you are the Jun Clan's Divine Son, you cannot ignore reason!"

"The Devouring God Demon Art must never return to the world—the Holy Maiden is right!"

Hundreds of Bei Mihui's supporters shouted in unison, denouncing Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's face showed no expression, as if unmoved.

But those who knew Jun Xiaoyao understood: the expressionless Jun Xiaoyao was the most terrifying.

"Oh? Then if that's the case, this Divine Son also wields the Devouring God Demon Art—shouldn't you all kill me too?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

This question silenced the entire crowd.

Kill Jun Xiaoyao?

Are you mad?

First, no one here had the ability to kill him.

Even if they did, few had the courage to strike him—unless they were insane.

None of the prodigies present considered themselves insane, so none would make such a foolish move.

"The Divine Son does not use the Devouring God Demon Art to commit slaughter, so he may be forgiven." Bei Mihui's expression grew unnatural, yet she still spoke.

She was clearly afraid of Jun Xiaoyao's power and status, yet still dressed her fear in noble excuses.

"Heh, then you're wrong…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with an odd light.

For some reason, Bei Mihui, Miao Wuxin, and the others felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

"Who told you this Divine Son won't commit slaughter? Now—let you witness what true slaughter truly is!"

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, his right hand shot upward—a terrifying storm of magic power erupted, accompanied by rolling hellish energy!

"Gate of Hell—OPEN!"

Jun Xiaoyao's cold roar shook the three thousand realms like a Demon King enraged!

Rolling hellish energy surged upward, forming in the void a gate a thousand zhang tall—the Gate of Hell.

This ultimate technique was the pinnacle of the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force.

With supreme power, it opened the Gate of Hell, summoning countless demons of the netherworld.

Yet now, only thirty thousand dragon-elephant particles in Jun Xiaoyao's body had transformed into divine elephant particles.

Thus, he could not fully open the Gate of Hell.

But even with just a crack opened, thousands upon thousands of demons and rakshasas surged forth!

Like a rolling black tide, they swept toward Bei Mihui, Miao Wuxin, and the hundreds of prodigies.

"No—what is this!"

"Don't come near me… ah!"

A sea of blood. A storm of slaughter.

Hundreds of prodigies were torn to shreds by the thousands of demons and rakshasas.

Blood rained from the sky, limbs scattered, organs splattered everywhere—the scene was horrifically gory.

The entire spectacle resembled the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Prodigies watching from afar turned pale, trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, the snow-white-robed Jun Xiaoyao in their eyes was no longer the transcendent Divine Son—he had become a true Demon King.