Chapter 411: Are You So Arrogant, or Has My Jun Family Lost the Strength to Lift Its Blade?

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was something no one had anticipated.

Jun Xuehuang and Jun Xiyu both felt an unprecedented surge of emotion.

Like finding a pillar to lean on.

"If you can't win, don't you know how to run?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

"I don't want to tarnish the Jun family's reputation, nor… embarrass the Young Master," Jun Xuehuang murmured, lowering her head as if she had done something wrong.

She, Jun Zhangjian, and Jun Wanjie were the first to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

Their bond with him was naturally different from the others'.

"Foolish. Don't do that again next time—if you're hurt, I won't be pleased," Jun Xiaoyao said with a weary shake of his head.

Hearing these words that sounded like reprimand yet carried warmth, Jun Xuehuang's ears turned red, and she nodded gently.

Beside her, Jun Xiyu showed a hint of envy.

But unfortunately, in the beginning, Jun Xiyu had treated Jun Xiaoyao with coldness, only changing her attitude later.

"Of course, same goes for you, Xiyu—any one of my sequence members harmed, I won't be pleased." Jun Xiaoyao said.

After all, he was the Zero Sequence of the Jun family, and it was his duty to protect his own sequence.

It was his responsibility.

Otherwise, Jun Lingcang wouldn't have retaliated against the Ancient Imperial Clans—he was the First Sequence, and bore this duty too.

Jun Xiyu nodded obediently.

In her gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao, there was admiration.

Jun Xiaoyao had not held her earlier actions against her; he was remarkably magnanimous.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao's magnanimity extended only to his own people.

As for outsiders…

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted to the three Wang Clan prodigies and the host of Ancient Immortal beings.

His eyes held a celestial indifference, as if overlooking a swarm of ants.

Indeed, even True God-level prodigies were now ants in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

"Who are you, to interfere in our Ancient Immortal races' affairs?" the Blackscale Clan prodigy said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao wasted no words—he unleashed the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art, pointing a finger downward.

Lightning erupted in the void, filling the sky with thunder, brilliant rays coalescing into an ancient, weathered thunderous giant finger.

As if the Thunder Emperor himself had extended a finger, crushing down across ten thousand eons of time and space.

The True God-level Blackscale Clan prodigy didn't even have time to scream—he was crushed into ash by a single finger.

This sight sent shock through every soul present, trembling with dread.

One finger—erased a True God-level prodigy!

Who would believe it?

"You… you, who are you?" The Ancient Immortal beings were stunned into silence.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was their true nature.

Relying on their Ancient Immortal lineage and higher cultivation levels, they had never regarded any outsider prodigy as a threat.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's display made their scalps tingle and their legs weaken.

"It's Jun family's Divine Son, Jun Xiaoyao!"

"Heaven, he actually came to the Ancient Immortal World?"

"Did I just see that right? What realm is Jun family's Divine Son in now?"

Around the Dao Lake, other prodigies had gathered; seeing Jun Xiaoyao, they couldn't help but cry out in shock.

Though Jun Xiaoyao had stirred some commotion earlier, news didn't spread quickly within the Ancient Immortal World.

So many only now learned he had entered the Ancient Immortal World.

"He's the Jun family's Divine Son?" The remaining Ancient Immortal beings stared in disbelief.

They had occasionally heard of Jun Xiaoyao's name from outsider prodigies.

He was called the number one youth of the Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

That title wasn't one anyone could bear.

Originally, these Ancient Immortal beings had scoffed at such a title.

Because their Ancient Immortal kind were stronger than outsider prodigies.

But now, they were utterly speechless.

No reputation, no rumor, could match seeing it with one's own eyes.

"Jun family's Divine Son…" The Nine-Eyed trio felt unease creep into their hearts.

They had been ordered by the Ancestral Dragon Nest and other Imperial Clans to exterminate the Jun family's sequence.

They never expected to encounter this forbidden monster.

Watching the gazes of shock, caution, and terror directed at him, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as cold and detached as a deity.

He spoke slowly: "Is it you who have grown arrogant, or has my Jun family lost the strength to lift its blade?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you to enter the Ancient Immortal World—but so what? Here, you cannot rule the heavens!" Nine-Eyed said with wary eyes.

"Correct! No matter if you're a dragon or a tiger, here in the Ancient Immortal World, you kneel!" The Ancient Immortal beings roared.

They could not accept an outsider prodigy riding over their heads.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly.

"Leave now, surrender this lake to us, or we'll report to the Core Region's Dragon People, Ancient Witch Clan, Three-Eyed Sacred Clan, and other forces."

The Ancient Immortal beings spoke with utter confidence.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao didn't fear them, surely he'd fear the Four Great Ancient Immortal Clans?

The prodigies among these four clans were top-tier, some even reaching the Heavenly God realm—terrifying beings.

Those prodigies were true heavyweights.

Outside the ancient monsters slumbering in the Ancient Immortal World, they had almost no rivals.

"Heh…" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

Those who knew Jun Xiaoyao well understood.

His laughter came in only two forms.

One: he was delighted.

Two: he was about to kill.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao now fell into the second category.

"To defy heaven, there may be exceptions. To defy me—there is no chance of survival!"

"Before you, there is only one path…"

Jun Xiaoyao paused, then slowly raised his hand, pointing toward the heavens.

"What…?" The Ancient Immortal beings felt dread stir in their hearts.

"The Path of the Yellow Springs!"

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he unleashed his magic power—boundless nether qi surged into the sky.

The void trembled; a dark, monstrous gate of hell manifested.

The gate slowly cracked open a sliver.

Countless demons and asuras poured forth, as if the gates of apocalypse had been torn open!

"This… what is this?!"

"Run!"

The Ancient Immortal beings were terrified, finally losing their arrogant, defiant demeanor.

But it was too late.

Endless asuras and demons surrounded them.

Even if each was weak individually, their sheer numbers could crush an elephant.

"Let's go!"

Nine-Eyed, Niu Dali, and Spider Beauty saw this and turned to flee in panic.

"Run?"

Jun Xiaoyao reached out—his magic power formed a colossal palm, as if a corner of heaven had collapsed.

"Thousand Threads Net!"

Spider Beauty shrieked, unleashing her ultimate technique—a net spread wide, aiming to ensnare the magic palm.

But…

Puch!

Without the slightest doubt, Spider Beauty was crushed instantly by the palm.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao clenched his hand in midair—magic power gathered, thunder surged.

The Heavenly God Spear and the Nine-Catastrophe Extermination Thunder fused into one supreme attack, piercing toward Niu Dali.

"Split Mountain Style!"

Niu Dali gripped his Split Mountain Axe, muscles bulging, growing to nine zhang tall, swinging the axe downward—the earth cracked and trembled.

Yet, it was useless.

Regardless of other factors, in cultivation realm alone, Jun Xiaoyao completely crushed these ants.

Niu Dali's physical strength, though formidable, was a joke compared to Jun Xiaoyao's.

BOOM!

The divine spear wreathed in lightning struck Niu Dali directly, reducing him to fragments.

Of the three Wang Zu prodigies, only Jiu Mu of Shehuang Valley remained.