Chapter 389: Thunder Emperor Finger: One Finger Crushes, No Escape from Being Assimilated

Jun Xiaoyao, if judged solely by appearance, was undoubtedly a celestial being descended from heaven, exuding an aura of divine grace.

Yet at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's methods were brutally bloody and cold.

With a mere gesture, he summoned demons from hell and slaughtered hundreds of prodigies.

This was no longer combat—it was outright massacre.

Facing the agonized screams and pleas for mercy from the hundreds of prodigies, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face remained icy and emotionless.

Heaven has no mercy; all things are but straw dogs.

In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, these prodigies were nothing but foolish ants, unworthy of even a shred of pity.

Behind him, Yan Qingying watched this scene, her eyes showing not a trace of compassion.

Instead, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

These prodigies, swayed by the heretical Mi Mi Hu, had come to surround and kill her—and now they were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

To be honest, these prodigies were not irredeemably evil; they simply had the misfortune of provoking Yan Qingying.

Jun Xiaoyao did not care whether these people were good or evil—anyone who crossed him must die.

Yan Qingying's gaze finally settled on Jun Xiaoyao's back.

Though Yan Qingying was fiercely proud, being near Jun Xiaoyao gave her an inexplicable sense of safety, as if she had become a small, delicate woman.

Her obsidian eyes held affection.

Perhaps only Jun Xiaoyao could elicit such a look from Yan Qingying.

On the other side, one prodigy after another fell dead.

Mi Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin, however, were still fighting back, for their strength was formidable—not mere cannon fodder.

"Jun Xiaoyao, as the divine child of the Jun Clan, how dare you use such demonic arts!" Mi Mi Hu gritted her silver teeth, her lips pale.

She felt terror—there was no escape in this situation.

Miao Wuxin was also fighting desperately, no longer calm and serene as before, nor radiant with divine dignity.

In the face of death, even this Buddha girl of the Lesser Western Heaven was no different from an ordinary mortal.

Jun Xiaoyao did not respond; he merely looked at Mi Mi Hu and the others with an expression of pitying disbelief.

Could there truly be such foolish moralists in this world?

Without a word, Jun Xiaoyao flickered forward, his body teleporting instantly to stand before Mi Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin.

Now, apart from these two women struggling desperately, all other hundreds of prodigies had perished—each in a horrific, gruesome manner.

"No!"

Mi Mi Hu's face turned ashen; she gathered every ounce of her magic power for a final, desperate strike.

"Heaven's Holy Judgment!"

The heavens churned; holy light descended, making Mi Mi Hu appear like a celestial maiden descending to earth, her magic power forming a beam of divine retribution that shot toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Miao Wuxin also unleashed her full strength—not to defeat Jun Xiaoyao, but to find any chance of escape.

"Lotus Buddha Hand!"

Miao Wuxin's jade hand formed the gesture of plucking a lotus, unleashing a Buddha seal—this was one of the supreme techniques of the Lesser Western Heaven.

Facing these two women's ultimate attacks, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a faint sneer.

He casually extended one finger; terrifying thunder energy coalesced, forming a colossal finger covered in thunder runes, like the giant finger of an ancient Thunder Emperor, crushing down.

It was the supreme technique of the Thunder Emperor's Divine Art: Thunder Emperor Finger!

One finger extended—the thunder raged, boiling the void.

Lei Mingyuan, watching nearby, turned beet-red with excitement, nearly levitating from sheer exhilaration.

"Thunder Emperor Finger—the pinnacle technique of the Thunder Emperor's Divine Art! I never thought I, Lei Mingyuan, would witness this supreme art in my lifetime!" Lei Mingyuan trembled with excitement.

For one with a Heavenly Thunder Body like him, this technique was tailor-made.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao were not a Heavenly Thunder Body, his power had brought the Thunder Emperor Finger to perfection, its might immense.

Even if Lei Mingyuan obtained this supreme art, he could never match Jun Xiaoyao's execution of it.

BOOM!

The void shuddered; thunder ripples exploded outward, leveling the entire Soul Severing Cliff.

Two figures were blasted backward, spitting blood—it was Mi Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin.

They were now utterly disheveled, their fair skin charred black by lightning, stripped of all dignity as holy maiden and Buddha girl.

Before either could recover, Jun Xiaoyao appeared before them like a flash.

He reached out with both hands, gripping their slender necks.

One was the exalted holy maiden; the other, the untainted Buddha girl.

Yet now, they were like two hens, their throats pinched in his hands.

Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength was already formidable; with a casual squeeze, both women turned crimson, gasping for air, tears and snot streaming down their faces in utter disgrace.

The crowd of watching prodigies stood frozen in shock.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe the Holy Sect's holy maiden and the Lesser Western Heaven's Buddha girl could be reduced to such a state.

They weren't even as dignified as chickens.

"Tsk tsk, terrifying as hell—what holy maiden or Buddha girl? In front of the Jun Clan's divine child, they're trash!"

"Ah, only Jun Xiaoyao has the status to do this. If it were you, you'd be lucky to be his lapdog."

Some prodigies sighed in awe.

Who, with Jun Xiaoyao's looks, status, and power, would ever want to be a lapdog?

At this moment, Mi Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin felt a humiliation unlike any they had ever known.

To be defeated was one thing—but to be held like this, stripped of all dignity, was unbearable.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't go too far! I am still the Holy Sect's holy maiden, and the Holy Sect's heir still resides in the Immortal Ancient World!" Mi Mi Hu gasped.

Now, she could only threaten him with the Holy Sect and its heir.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled, then squeezed harder.

Mi Mi Hu felt her breath vanish; blood gushed from her mouth.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't kill me…" Miao Wuxin began to beg.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a mocking glint.

"They say the monks of the Lesser Western Heaven transcend life and death—but clearly, you still fear death. No matter. I won't kill you…"

Jun Xiaoyao's words brought instant relief to Mi Mi Hu and Miao Wuxin.

But the next instant, their hearts turned to ice.

"Qingying, if you assimilate these two, your cultivation should break through to the True God Realm, correct?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Yes, Young Master, I will surely reach it!" Yan Qingying's eyes gleamed brightly.

One was a holy maiden; the other, a Buddha girl—both brimming with potent magic essence, no weaker than the former Fallen Divine Son and others.

Yan Qingying was already at the peak of the Void God Realm; breaking through to the True God Realm was certain.

"No… no!" Mi Mi Hu screamed in agony.

She would rather be killed outright than be assimilated by the Devouring Soul Demonic Art.

"You don't get a choice." Jun Xiaoyao shook his arms, shattering their entire skeletons, then tossed them to Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying raised her hand, activating the Devouring Soul Demonic Art, slowly crushing their bodies into the purest spiritual energy.

This sight sent chills through every watching prodigy; their scalps prickled, their skin crawling.

To watch one's own flesh being slowly crushed and devoured—this was the most horrific death imaginable.

Jun Xiaoyao scanned the crowd, his voice cold.

"All of you have seen this. From now on, anyone who dares to use the Devouring Soul Demonic Art as an excuse to target my followers will not merely be assimilated themselves."

"I will exterminate their nine clans."