Chapter 415: Slaughter the Dark God Son, Strike Down All to Establish Authority

As the strongest prodigy of Garuda Holy Mountain, Jin Chixiaopeng had known fear only once in his life.

That time shattered his Dao heart, nearly dragging him into utter ruin.

But now, that aura appeared again.

At the moment Jiang Mulan was in mortal peril.

A figure descended like a divine being, one hand reaching for the Dark God Son.

"Who?!"

The Dark God Son instantly felt his hair stand on end, as if targeted by an ancient monstrous beast, a sense of death gripping him.

He hastily retracted his Cursed Ming Seal and spun around to strike back.

Yet the figure trembled, golden energy spreading, blindingly sacred golden light surging forth.

The Dark God Son's Cursed Ming Body possessed immense cursed power.

It was precisely this cursed power that had allowed him to successfully assassinate Jun Wuchen before.

But now, his once-unstoppable cursed power dissolved like snow beneath a blazing sun.

"How is this possible?!"

The Dark God Son gasped in shock, staring closely—and his face froze.

"It's you, Jun Xiaoyao!" the Dark God Son cried out in alarm.

Jun Xiaoyao's Primordial Holy Body was transcendent and sacred, capable of suppressing all manner of aberrations.

The Cursed Ming Body was inherently and utterly suppressed by the Holy Body.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was cold and indifferent, like a frost-covered deity.

He reached out with one hand, celestial radiance swirling, infused with the power of Great Luo Immortal Bones—as if shattering the void itself.

The Dark God Son unleashed every technique, yet none could escape the grip of Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Crunch!

Jun Xiaoyao's hand clamped around the Dark God Son's throat.

He lifted him as if grabbing a chicken.

This sight plunged the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake into absolute silence.

No one had anticipated such a drastic shift in just an instant.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son—how did he enter the Immortal Ancient World?!"

"And why is his aura so terrifying?!"

"Impossible! Jun Clan's Divine Son entered the Immortal Ancient World so late—how could he possibly have this level of cultivation?!"

All beings in the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake turned pale.

Even prodigies watching from the periphery were stunned, unable to suppress their cries of shock.

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance didn't surprise them.

But his cultivation level did.

The Dark God Son, after all, possessed mid-True God Realm cultivation, and with his Cursed Ming Body, his strength rivaled late True God Realm prodigies.

Yet now, he was being lifted by the neck with one hand, utterly powerless to resist.

This scene was devastatingly shocking.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you—" the Dark God Son struggled, trying to fight back.

But how could he escape Jun Xiaoyao's palm?

"Are my Jun Clan's lives so easy to take?" Jun Xiaoyao's voice was as cold as ice.

"Didn't you kill the Fallen God Son too…?" the Dark God Son gasped, choking.

"I have the right to kill whomever I wish—do you?" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

The Dark God Son could not speak.

He tried to resist, unleashing his magic power, spreading the cursed energy of his Cursed Ming Body.

But it was utterly suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao's Holy Body aura.

"From now on, I will kill every single one of you Fallen God Palace disciples I encounter!"

Jun Xiaoyao's arm erupted with Tuo She Ancient Emperor Flame.

Seven-colored flames surged forth, engulfing the Dark God Son.

"Aaaah!"

A piercing scream rang out—this agony of being burned alive was unbearable to ordinary beings.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not stop there—he summoned the Chaotic Divine Mill.

He crushed the Dark God Son's Primordial Spirit with the Chaotic Divine Mill.

The torment was beyond description, as if every bone and shred of flesh was ground to dust.

The Dark God Son's agonized screams sent chills down every spine.

Jun Xiaoyao could have killed him outright.

Yet he chose to torture him like this.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao shook his hand— the Dark God Son's charred body turned instantly to ash.

A scion of an immortal force fell so easily.

The entire Dao Lake was utterly silent, not a sound to be heard.

Only rapid breathing could be heard.

That was the frantic breaths of Huang Xuan Yi, Feng Qing Ling, Long Bichi, and others.

Jun Xiaoyao had slain the Dark God Son with a single hand.

It was unimaginable.

Even Jiang Mulan had only been evenly matched with the Dark God Son before.

As for Ao Lie, his pupils contracted slightly.

Even with his cultivation, eliminating the Dark God Son was no simple task.

"This outsider's strength is truly that formidable?" Ao Lie's brow darkened.

Jiang Mulan, seeing Jun Xiaoyao, lit up with joy.

She dashed to his side, extended her jade arm, and slapped his shoulder with hearty familiarity.

"You finally made it to the Immortal Ancient World—made your sister wait this long," Jiang Mulan laughed.

No one knew how relieved she felt the moment Jun Xiaoyao appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao was the pillar of the Jun Clan's younger generation.

"Too bad you came a little late—if only you'd arrived sooner…" Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

"As long as you're here, that's enough," Jiang Mulan's smile faded.

This wasn't Jun Xiaoyao's fault.

"Rest easy—leave the rest to me," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Not far away, Jun Xue Huang, Jun Xi Yu, Lei Ming Yuan, and Princess Long Ji had also arrived.

Princess Long Ji's arrival stirred some commotion.

But now, every eye remained fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

Casually slaughtering the Dark God Son—few could accomplish such a feat.

"It seems I didn't kill enough in the Immortal Realm to make you fear me," Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept the crowd.

Jin Chixiaopeng gritted his teeth, flared his wings, and retreated at once, shouting: "I didn't interfere in your Jun Clan affairs—this has nothing to do with me!"

With that, Jin Chixiaopeng became a golden streak, abandoning even the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake's opportunities, and fled in a flash.

"This…"

Everyone was stunned.

Jin Chixiaopeng, once a famed prodigy of the Immortal Realm, had fled outright in terror.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced once, then turned his gaze away.

Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling silently stepped back, attempting to slip away.

"Think you can leave?" Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized them.

"We didn't do anything!" they cried in horror.

"You didn't do anything—but Wan Huang Ling Mountain did!"

Jun Xiaoyao slammed one palm down—both had no chance to resist; their bodies and souls were crushed into dust.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao casually slaughter them, every living being in the Dao Lake fell silent.

Jun Xiaoyao now looked like a white-robed killing god.

"And these two—my sister finds them unbearable," Jiang Mulan's gaze turned cold toward Ao Lie and Long Bichi.

Long Bichi's face twisted, her heart pounding wildly.

But remembering Ao Lie stood beside her, her nerves calmed.

The Dragon Clan was not a force anyone dared provoke lightly.

"Long Bichi, it seems you're tired of living," Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were icy.

Originally, Long Bichi was just a minor player Jun Xiaoyao barely noticed.

But to flaunt herself before him? That was suicide.

"Outsider, you've gone far enough—this place isn't yours to turn upside down."

Ao Lie took a step forward, his aura of True God Realm minor perfection surging forth, his demeanor brimming with arrogance.

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, coldly smiled and took a step forward as well.

The aura of True God Realm major perfection erupted fully, no longer concealed.

At this, Ao Lie was stunned, his expression frozen, looking almost comical.

He had released his aura intending to intimidate Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, he was the one left intimidated.