Chapter 414: Jun Mulan Fights Ao Lie, Under the Domination of Jun Xiaoyao

True God Realm, minor perfection—this cultivation base is already top-tier in the Ancient Immortal World.

Outside, few prodigies can reach this level.

Unless one is an ancient anomaly like Princess Long Ji.

This man, with crimson dragon horns sprouting from his head, is clearly not an outsider prodigy, nor a prodigy of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

His name is Ao Lie, from the Dragon-People Clan.

Since both share dragon blood, and Ao Luan had already communicated with him beforehand.

That's why Long Bichi had the chance to establish ties with the Dragon-People Clan.

At this moment, Ao Lie watched the battle in the arena, his gaze brimming with condescending superiority.

When he saw Jun Mulan, a flicker of admiration passed through his eyes.

A woman as outstanding as Jun Mulan is exceedingly rare in the Ancient Immortal World.

Her aura is exceptionally bold and spirited, distinct from other women, lending her a unique allure.

"This daughter of the Jun Clan isn't without strength," Ao Lie commented.

"No matter how powerful she is, how can she compare to Lord Ao Lie?" Long Bichi smiled.

With the protection of the Dragon-People Clan, the prodigies of the Ancestral Dragon Nest have nothing to fear in the Ancient Immortal World.

"It's still Elder Ao Tian who's truly formidable—if not for him, the Dragon-People Clan would never treat our Ancestral Dragon Nest with such favor," Long Bichi murmured.

His admiration for Long Aotian deepened by another third.

"It's lucky for that Jun Clan's Divine Son that he didn't come to the Ancient Immortal World—otherwise, Elder Ao Tian could utterly crush him," Long Bichi thought.

All around, the crowd watched the battle closely.

Jun Mulan and the Dark Divine Son fought to a fever pitch, their techniques astonishing.

In their final clash, both were simultaneously thrown back.

It ended in a stalemate.

"Damn it…" Jun Mulan was furious inside.

Her strength was indeed formidable, but the Dark Divine Son was no ordinary cat or dog easily slain.

Added to that was his mysterious Ghostly Curse Body—Jun Mulan couldn't possibly eliminate him so easily right now.

"No wonder he's Third Sequence…"

On the other side, the Dark Divine Son's face showed caution.

His greatest strength lay in ambushes and covert strikes.

In direct combat, he held no significant advantage.

Previously, he had slain Jun Wuchen only because he ambushed him while Jun Wuchen was in the midst of breakthrough.

Otherwise, killing a Fourth Sequence wouldn't have been so simple for the Dark Divine Son.

"Dark Divine Son, I will kill you!" Jun Mulan raised her heroic brows.

At that moment, a cold laugh rang out: "Jun Mulan, don't throw threats around yet—leave now. This Ten-Thousand-Zhang Dao Lake has no place for your Jun Clan."

The speaker was Long Bichi.

If she relied on herself alone, she clearly wouldn't dare provoke Jun Mulan.

But the problem is, the Jun Clan is currently targeted by all sides in the Ancient Immortal World.

The Dark Divine Son and the prodigies of Wan Huang Ling Shan are also aligned against Jun Mulan.

Jun Mulan is now utterly isolated.

Yet even with enemies all around, Jun Mulan's beautiful eyes held not a trace of fear.

She looked at Long Bichi and said: "You want to die? Sister will grant your wish!"

Locked in by Jun Mulan's gaze, Long Bichi couldn't help but step back two paces.

Her current cultivation base was only Void God Realm, major perfection—she had entered this Ten-Thousand-Zhang Dao Lake only because of the Dragon-People Clan's protection.

Beside her, Ao Lie stepped forward, blocking Jun Mulan's aura.

He looked at Jun Mulan with a mocking tone: "I know your Jun Clan is famous outside, but here in the Ancient Immortal World, it means nothing."

"You have two choices now."

"First, leave immediately—this Ten-Thousand-Zhang Dao Lake has no place for you."

"Second, submit to me. I can offer you a position."

Ao Lie's lips curled in a faint smile as his gaze swept over Jun Mulan's curvaceous, devilish figure.

Jun Mulan instantly erupted, her red hair whipping as she cursed: "Fuck your mother's dogshit—die!"

Jun Mulan gripped her heavy sword with both hands and slashed directly at Ao Lie.

This startled everyone.

"Tsk tsk—no wonder the Jun Clan's chili pepper has this temperament…" Huang Xuan Yi shook his head.

"So stupid—daring to provoke the Dragon-People Clan? She won't even know how she dies." Feng Qingling sneered.

As one of the Four Great Races of the Ancient Immortal World, even if the Dragon-People Clan's elders didn't appear, their young generation could still crush any region.

Especially since rumors claimed the Dragon-People Clan's Crown Prince possessed Heaven God Realm cultivation—terrifyingly powerful.

What else could Jun Mulan's provocation of the Dragon-People Clan be called but stupidity?

"Heh, fiery temperament—I like it," Ao Lie smiled faintly.

Facing Jun Mulan's slashing blade, he struck back.

Dragon qi surged, forming a heavenly blade that slashed downward.

Ao Lie's cultivation was True God Realm, minor perfection—his power was absolute.

Though Jun Mulan's cultivation was slightly inferior, her God of War blood made her stronger the more she fought, her aura never weakening against Ao Lie.

The two clashed.

Jun Mulan swung her heavy sword, unleashing ten thousand sword qi that cleaved through empty space.

Ao Lie extended his hands, flames surging violently.

He possessed the Flame Dragon bloodline—his flames took the form of a colossal dragon charging toward Jun Mulan.

BOOM!

Sword qi exploded, flames swept, space trembled, and the entire Ten-Thousand-Zhang Dao Lake boiled.

After this exchange, Ao Lie retreated two steps, while Jun Mulan retreated over ten.

"You managed to knock me back with only True God Realm, late stage?" Ao Lie was startled.

"You slimy eel, how dare you covet Sister? Die!" Jun Mulan's God of War blood ignited, her aura surging again, nearly approaching True God Realm, minor perfection.

"No wonder the Jun Clan's Third Sequence has some real substance."

Seeing Jun Mulan's aura, the Dark Divine Son and others grew slightly grave.

Indeed, none of the Jun Clan's top-ranked sequences were easy opponents.

Hearing this, Ao Lie's expression darkened slightly.

For any being related to dragons, the most hated term to hear was surely "slimy eel."

"Such a fiery temperament—I'll properly train you after I subdue you!" Ao Lie finally went serious.

He summoned his personal magic treasure—a Flame Dragon Seal, an ancient holy artifact of immense power.

The Flame Dragon Seal resembled a burning fragment of heaven, descending to crush Jun Mulan.

Jun Mulan reversed her sword upward and met the Flame Dragon Seal head-on.

Another thunderous crash—Jun Mulan's throat turned sweet, and she staggered backward repeatedly.

Seeing this, Ao Lie pressed forward with a lethal strike, his dragon blood boiling as the Flame Dragon Seal descended again.

Jun Mulan let out a clear cry, growing fiercer with every clash, her God of War blood burning to an extreme.

Yet, at this most critical moment—

Behind Jun Mulan, the void suddenly twisted.

Rolling black mist appeared, revealing a figure—the Dark Divine Son.

He unleashed his favored ambush technique.

"You think I didn't anticipate you?" Jun Mulan's eyes flashed, and she spun around to slash backward.

But…

This slash passed directly through the Dark Divine Son's body.

"Shit…" Jun Mulan's expression changed.

"Heh, the mystery of the Ghostly Curse Body far exceeds your imagination…"

From another direction, the Dark Divine Son suddenly reappeared.

Rolling black mist formed a cursed spirit seal, slamming toward Jun Mulan.

Simultaneously, the Flame Dragon Seal descended again.

No matter how strong Jun Mulan was, she couldn't possibly withstand the combined assault of both the Dark Divine Son and Ao Lie.

"It's over," Huang Xuan Yi, Feng Qingling, and others silently shook their heads.

Jin Chixiaopeng also withdrew his gaze.

But the next moment, he sensed a long-forgotten aura of dread speeding toward them from afar.

"That aura is…"

Jin Chixiaopeng's scalp went numb.

He finally remembered again—that day, the terror dominated by the white-robed figure!