Chapter 413: I Will Kill Until Everyone in the World Kneels Before the Jun Clan!
In ancient times, a common man's fury could stain five paces with blood.
An emperor's fury could make rivers flow for a thousand li.
Then what of the fury of the Divine Son of the Jun Clan?
"Indeed, am I still too merciful?" Jun Xiaoyao gazed skyward and sighed faintly.
Merciful?
Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, and others stared at the blood-soaked ground and scattered bones, silent.
If this counted as mercy to Jun Xiaoyao,
then there was no cruelty in the world.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao felt it still wasn't enough.
"I've just had a wish," Jun Xiaoyao said after a moment's thought.
Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, Lei Mingyuan, and even the cold-faced Long Ji Princess all tilted their ears slightly.
"I will kill until everyone in the world kneels and trembles at the sight of the Jun Clan!" Jun Xiaoyao spoke slowly, each word clear.
As soon as the words left his lips, thunder cracked across heaven and earth!
Words are never spoken lightly.
To utter a single phrase is to forge a karmic bond.
Jun Xuehuang and the others all drew a deep breath.
Jun Xiaoyao meant to kill until every person bowed before the Jun Clan?
Long Ji Princess's gaze also trembled.
Even she, with her aura like an eternal empress, dared not speak such words so casually.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao spoke them.
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's expression was blank, his killing intent icy.
He was no longer the same Jun Xiaoyao who had teased her before.
Long Ji Princess grew even more confused about what manner of man Jun Xiaoyao truly was.
After speaking, the killing intent around them dissipated.
Jun Xiaoyao's face grew calm, as if he had once again become the serene, celestial gentleman.
Jun Xuehuang and Jun Xiyu's eyes sparkled.
With Jun Xiaoyao beside them, they felt as if they had found solid ground.
"By the way, Young Master, Sister Mulan is in the core zone," Jun Xuehuang said.
Jun Mulan was forceful and domineering, a true tomboy; with her strength, she naturally sought to challenge the core zone.
Jun Xuehuang and Jun Xiyu, with slightly lower cultivation, planned to secure a thousand-zhang Dao Lake first, then rush to aid Jun Mulan.
"She's there too? Then let's go together," Jun Xiaoyao said.
"But this thousand-zhang Dao Lake…" Jun Xuehuang hesitated.
"Hah… If the Jun Clan does not fight, then we do not fight at all. But if we fight, we claim the greatest opportunity," Jun Xiaoyao said with ease.
Only a ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake is worthy of the Jun Clan.
What is this thousand-zhang Dao Lake?
Not even worth a glance!
Hearing this, the two women's hearts surged with excitement.
Only Jun Xiaoyao possessed such audacity.
"Awesome!" Lei Mingyuan could only utter those two words.
To outsiders, the thousand-zhang Dao Lake was an unimaginably rare treasure—yet Jun Xiaoyao discarded it casually, not even glancing at it.
"Still, the core zone is mostly occupied by those ancient immortal clans…" Jun Xiyu hesitated.
These local powers were still not easy to provoke.
"A pack of prisoners from the ancient immortal world, thinking themselves masters now?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.
He had studied this in the Jun Clan's library.
These ancient immortal clans did not originally exist here.
They were imprisoned here.
Of course, that record was vague; no one knew the full truth.
But one thing was certain: these ancient immortal clans were not as lofty as the world believed.
"Enough. Let's head to the core zone," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.
The two women nodded slightly.
Jun Xiaoyao, accompanied by Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, Lei Mingyuan, and Long Ji Princess, set out once more.
Looking at the bloodstained ground and the retreating figures of Jun Xiaoyao and his group,
everyone felt a premonition.
This time, the core zone of the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake would surely witness a grand spectacle.
…
The core zone of the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake contained four ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lakes.
Three of them were occupied by the Dragon People, the Ancient Witch Clan, and the Three-Eyed Holy Clan.
As for the Beauty Clan, they were not in this region, so they did not claim the final ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake.
Thus, this last ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake became the ultimate prize for outsiders.
Because the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake was vast and immensely valuable, no single outsider prodigy could claim it alone.
Instead, all outsider prodigies jointly occupied this one ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake.
This created a situation of too many mouths and too little food.
Of course, prodigies lacking sufficient strength had no right to even approach this lake.
Yet now, terrifying energy surged from within this ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake, and magical power rippled outward.
Clearly, a supreme prodigy was battling.
In the arena,
two figures clashed.
One was a woman with a fierce, heroic face, her long red hair tied into a single tail, neat and sharp, radiating a spirit that outshone any man.
She wore a tight combat suit, revealing a pale, flat abdomen, her figure stunning, her curves breathtaking.
Her boldness carried a strange allure.
She was Jun Mulan, third in the Jun Clan's sequence.
She wielded a heavy sword in both hands, slashing it toward a black-robed figure.
He was a tall, pale-skinned young man, his face hidden beneath a hood.
Black mist swirled around him, flickering in and out of the void, revealing no trace of his aura—he was profoundly eerie.
He was the Dark Divine Son of the Fallen God Palace, an immortal heir no weaker than the Fallen Divine Son.
Jun Wuchen, fourth in the Jun Clan's sequence, had been assassinated by him.
Enemies met, eyes blazing red; coupled with the struggle over the Dao Lake, Jun Mulan would never let the Dark Divine Son escape.
One was the Jun Clan's third-sequence prodigy, the other an immortal heir of the Fallen God Palace—both matched in strength and background, like needle against needle.
"Dark Divine Son, you dared ambush a Jun Clan sequence? Your life is mine!"
Jun Mulan's dominance rivaled any man's; her blood boiled like fire, forming blood flames across her skin.
Two flames ignited in her eyes.
The Blood of the War God!
This was Jun Mulan's unique innate ability, making her fiercer with every battle, her power surging.
"So that's the Blood of the War God? Truly terrifying!"
Around the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake, several immortal heirs watched, marveling at Jun Mulan's strength.
No wonder she was the Jun Clan's third-sequence prodigy—her power was truly fearsome.
Jun Mulan's cultivation had reached the late True God Realm; with the Blood of the War God, her strength was even more terrifying.
Yet the Dark Divine Son was no pushover.
Half his face was hidden beneath his hood, revealing only a pale jawline, his lips curling into a cold smirk.
Around him, strange black runes surfaced, black light surging, his aura rising.
"It is said the Dark Divine Son possesses the Mysterious Ming Body, ranked among the top two hundred of the three thousand body types—a profoundly eerie constitution," someone remarked.
Both were unyielding, both immensely powerful.
Yet even so, Jun Mulan's position remained dire.
The reason was simple: the current situation favored the Dark Divine Son.
"Even the Dark Divine Son alone could likely hold off Jun Mulan."
Two figures stood high in the sky.
They were Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain.
Though not the Phoenix Prince or Phoenix Maiden, their cultivation had already broken into the True God Realm.
On the other side, a young man with golden hair flowing freely, radiating a terrifying aura, also observed the battle.
He was Jin Chixiaopeng, the Prince of Jialuo Holy Mountain.
Previously, in the Heaven's Way Tower, he was defeated by Jun Xiaoyao and his Dao heart shattered, but now he has recovered, his cultivation base at True God Realm middle stage.
Also present is Long Bichi from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
However, she is not alone.
Beside her stands a man with crimson dragon horns on his head and a crimson scale on his forehead.
His cultivation base is none other than True God Realm minor peak!
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