Chapter 412: Jun Xiaoyao Slices the Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent—The Ultimate Killing Intent!

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao eliminate two formidable Wang Zu prodigies with a mere gesture, Ji Mu's heart pounded violently.

"Monster—Jun Xiaoyao is a complete monster!" Ji Mu's mind reeled in terror.

He simply could not fathom how Jun Xiaoyao had cultivated.

He entered the Immortal Ancient World so late; logically, his cultivation base should be far lower than theirs.

So how had Jun Xiaoyao's realm surpassed even the Immortal Ancient race's prodigies?

This was insane!

Even cheating shouldn't be this blatant—how are other prodigies supposed to compete?

Ji Mu was no fool; though strongest among the three, he was no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

Without hesitation, he turned and fled.

"From the moment you provoked the Jun Clan, you were already dead," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

At this moment, he seemed transformed into the Death God of Hell, reaping lives.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, fingers forming a sword, magic power converging at his fingertips.

A brilliant blade of light emerged—Precious Sword Art of the Fallen Immortals!

The sword light surged like an endless river, manifesting scenes of fallen immortals; the surrounding sword intent shattered the void, sending countless water spouts soaring from the thousand-zhang Dao Lake!

With Jun Xiaoyao's current strength, unleashing the Precious Sword Art of the Fallen Immortals was devastating—capable of slicing through all stars in the heavens!

"Ji Mu Demon Light!"

Ji Mu activated his innate divine art once more; nine eyes on his chest erupted with pitch-black demonic light, converging into a single black column that collided with the sword light.

BOOM!

Violent magical ripples swept across all directions.

Ji Mu spat a mouthful of blood, his body shaken but not slain.

"Huh?" Jun Xiaoyao blinked in slight surprise.

"You're stronger than those two," Jun Xiaoyao remarked coolly.

Ji Mu's strength was likely comparable to that of Jin Chixiaopeng from Jiaoluo Sacred Mountain.

"Jun Xiaoyao, are you really going to drive me to the brink?" Ji Mu wiped blood from his lips, face twisted in fury.

"Now saying this only proves your stupidity beyond doubt," Jun Xiaoyao struck again.

A golden divine light flashed in his third eye—Imperial Sovereign Dao Sword unleashed.

Golden chains of cosmic order coalesced into a short golden blade; though small, its slash through the sky carried a grand aura capable of cleaving the heavens.

As one of the Five Divine Arts of the former Emperor of Yuan Heaven, the Imperial Sovereign Dao Sword's power was no weaker than the Precious Sword Art of the Fallen Immortals.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Ji Mu let out a long roar.

Since escape was impossible, he chose a final, desperate stand.

He transformed into his true form—a hundred-zhang black serpent, its head bearing nine serpentine eyes, grotesque and horrifying.

"No wonder you survived my first strike—you're a Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent," Jun Xiaoyao said.

The Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent carries a trace of blood from the ancient beast Jiu Ying.

Ji Mu became a core-prodigy of Snake Emperor Valley precisely because his bloodline was exceptionally potent.

But unfortunately, he faced Jun Xiaoyao.

"If you were a pure-blooded offspring of the ancient beast Jiu Ying, perhaps this Divine Son might pay attention—but you?" Jun Xiaoyao sighed with a wry chuckle.

He raised his palm; lightning flickered between his fingers, and countless thunderous stars emerged, hurling toward the Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent.

Like falling celestial bodies, the Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent roared, its nine eyes blasting demonic light.

Jun Xiaoyao manipulated the Imperial Sovereign Dao Sword with his spiritual force, slashing downward—a golden blade cleaved heaven and earth, shaking the cosmos!

SSSHHH!

The Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent's head was severed clean!

Blood sprayed across the sky!

Jun Xiaoyao slew the great serpent with his sword!

This sight sent shockwaves through many external prodigies gathered around the Dao Lake.

Some Immortal Ancient beings fled far away, terrified of drawing the wrath of this killing god.

"Lord Long Ao… won't… let you go… unharmed…"

The severed head of the Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent spoke in human voice, gasping.

"Long Ao?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

Long Ao was currently under his thumb—yet Ji Mu still expected Long Ao to avenge him?

Ridiculous!

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, swept his hand—and Tu She Ancient Emperor Flame surged forth, incinerating the Nine-Eyed Sky Serpent to ashes.

Three top Wang Zu prodigies were all slain.

Meanwhile, the foolish Immortal Ancient beings had been slaughtered clean by the demons and rakshasas within the Hell Gate.

Then, the Hell Gate closed.

The entire Dao Lake fell silent.

But the hearts of those around could not calm.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength made many wonder—had he entered the Immortal Ancient World long ago? Otherwise, how could he be so powerful?

Of course, some beings watched coldly.

Such as the Immortal Ancient races.

"This Jun Clan Divine Son has made enemies of our entire Immortal Ancient race—he won't live long," some Immortal Ancient beings thought darkly.

These external prodigies had no idea how strong the Immortal Ancient race's prodigies truly were.

Among them, even beings of Heavenly God Realm existed!

"Young Master!"

"Divine Son!"

Jun Xuehuang and Jun Xiyu, their beautiful eyes shining with joy and worship.

The Divine Son remained the Divine Son—never disappointing.

He always walked ahead of everyone else.

At this moment, Princess Long Ji and Lei Mingyuan also appeared.

Princess Long Ji had no intention of being ordered around by Jun Xiaoyao again, so she had kept her distance.

"Princess Long Ji!"

Seeing her, Jun Xuehuang and Jun Xiyu both stiffened, their expressions hostile.

"It's fine—she's harmless for now," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

His words left the two girls stunned.

What was going on?

"It's a long story—no need to discuss it now. She's behaving well and poses no threat—ignore her," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you…" Princess Long Ji gritted her teeth again.

How was that any different from describing a pet?

Jun Xuehuang nodded, her admiration for Jun Xiaoyao's tactics deepening.

Yet her eyes still held hostility.

That hostility—was the hostility between women.

"By the way, how is the current situation?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Lei Mingyuan knew some information, but it was limited.

Asking Jun Xuehuang and the others would yield more.

Jun Xuehuang then informed Jun Xiaoyao of several matters.

Including the deaths of the Fourth Sequence Jun Wuchen, the Sixth Sequence Jun Daolin, and the Ninth Sequence Jun Tianming.

Jun Wuchen was assassinated by the Dark Divine Son of the Fallen God Palace during his breakthrough.

Jun Daolin was murdered by an Ancient Imperial Clan.

Jun Tianming was casually slain during a treasure hunt by a top prodigy of the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan—one of the four great Immortal Ancient races.

"Casually slain?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, noting that phrasing.

Jun Tianming was the Ninth Sequence of the Jun Clan—no matter how weak, he couldn't be killed so casually.

Unless the one who killed him was extremely powerful.

"The one who killed him was the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan's Heavenly Eye Divine Son—his cultivation base appears to be… Heavenly God Realm…" Jun Xuehuang said in a low voice.

A rabbit dies, the fox grieves.

Jun Tianming's casual death weighed heavily on their hearts.

Jun Wuchen, Jun Daolin, and others—all died unjustly.

"Fallen God Palace, Ancient Imperial Clans, Three-Eyed Sacred Clan…" Jun Xiaoyao murmured, expressionless.

Yet the temperature of the surrounding heavens and earth plummeted instantly to freezing.

It was the coldest, most ruthless killing intent—freezing heaven and earth!

Jun Xiaoyao was furious!