Chapter 417: Dragon People Clan Ao Zhan, Three-Eyed Holy Clan, Ancient Witch Clan

As Ao Lie and Long Bichi departed, the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake returned to stillness.

Had anyone not seen it with their own eyes, who could have believed Jun Xiaoyao could be so terrifying?

He scared off Jin Chixiaopeng, instantly killed the Dark Divine Son, and casually eradicated Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qingling.

And his cultivation base of True God Realm's peak—truly shocking.

Of course, what impressed people most was Jun Xiaoyao's arrogance.

He had provoked three of the Four Immortal Ancient Races at once.

One must admit, he has courage.

Yet the surrounding Immortal Ancient beings regarded him with hostility and coldness.

Jun Xiaoyao seized the Dao Lake and slaughtered at will, even provoking the three major clans.

To these Immortal Ancient beings, Jun Xiaoyao was practically the very definition of courting death.

"If I were him, I'd already be thinking how to run."

"Exactly—he's all bluster and no substance. Just wait and see what becomes of him."

Many Immortal Ancient beings watched from afar, whispering among themselves.

Jun Xiaoyao had encroached on their interests; naturally, they held no goodwill toward him.

But Jun Xiaoyao was so powerful that they could only place their hopes on the prodigies of the three major clans.

As for the outsiders' prodigies, their gazes carried complex emotions.

Who could have imagined that Jun Xiaoyao, who lagged behind, now stood ahead of them all?

"Perhaps this lifetime's Emperor Path will be led by the Jun Clan's Divine Son."

"Indeed—it feels as if this era belongs solely to the Jun Clan's Divine Son."

"I wonder if he can stand alone against the three Immortal Ancient Races?"

These outsider prodigies also wondered how the situation would unfold next.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, he remained utterly calm, showing no sign of panic or desire to flee.

With strength comes confidence.

"You brat, I thought I'd finally surpassed you, yet here you are still ahead of me," said Jun Mulan.

She was bold and straightforward, and even before Jun Xiaoyao, she spoke as she always did, without restraint.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled but said nothing.

He simply had this talent and strength—what could he do?

"But… what's going on with her?" Jun Mulan's gaze flicked toward Long Ji.

Long Ji stood silently, radiant and peerless.

She waited for the one who had framed her to appear.

"It's a long story—no need to worry about her for now," said Jun Xiaoyao.

"Did you…?" Jun Mulan's heroic eyebrows lifted.

"Nothing much—just gave her a little lesson," said Jun Xiaoyao.

"I'm truly impressed—can any woman escape your grasp?" Jun Mulan sighed in admiration.

"Including you?" Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

Jun Mulan shot him a glare. "Don't flirt with me—I'm not fooled by that."

The atmosphere grew suddenly harmonious.

The surrounding outsider prodigies and Immortal Ancient beings were taken aback.

Jun Xiaoyao was truly fearless—utterly relaxed, with not a trace of tension.

On the other side, Ao Lie, seething with rage, returned first to the Dragon People's ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake.

The four ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lakes resembled four fields, closely adjacent and not far apart.

This Dao Lake contained no miscellaneous beings.

All were Dragon People prodigies—nearly a hundred in total.

Leading them was a figure with black dragon horns and skin covered in black scales.

He was another Dragon People prodigy named Ao Zhan, possessing Black Dragon bloodline.

The faint aura he emitted reached the peak of the True God Realm.

In short, Ao Zhan was second only to the Crown Prince in cultivation among the Dragon People.

Seeing Ao Lie arrive, Ao Zhan spoke: "Ao Luan should be arriving soon—then the Dao Lake will likely erupt."

As he spoke, he noticed Ao Lie's expression was off.

"Hmm, what happened?" Ao Zhan asked.

Ao Lie's face was cold as he recounted everything that had transpired to Ao Zhan.

After listening, Ao Zhan's eyes flickered with intrigue, then he smiled: "Hah, interesting—an oddity has emerged among the outsider prodigies."

"That brat is too arrogant—he doesn't even respect our Dragon People Clan," Ao Lie growled.

"Exactly, my lords—I know Jun Xiaoyao's nature; even if you yield, he won't retreat," Long Bichi chimed in, stoking the fire.

If the Dragon People threw their full strength, combined with Long Aotian, they might truly trap Jun Xiaoyao forever in the Immortal Ancient World.

That way, the shadow he cast over her could vanish.

"Then summon the Ancient Witch Clan and the Three-Eyed Holy Clan—such an audacious outsider prodigy must be shown what happens to those who defy us," Ao Zhan sneered.

Since that outsider named Jun Xiaoyao wished to provoke all three of our clans at once,

then we shall oblige him.

Soon, Ao Lie and Ao Zhan and others set out for the Dao Lakes of the Ancient Witch Clan and the Three-Eyed Holy Clan.

When they revealed this news,

as expected, the prodigies of both clans wore cold expressions.

The dignity of the Four Immortal Ancient Races brooked no defiance.

The three clans united as one force and surged toward Jun Xiaoyao's Dao Lake.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao remained leisurely, awaiting the lake's eruption.

Not long after, a dense swarm of figures flew through the sky from afar.

Each carried an immensely powerful aura—eagle-eyed, wolf-gazed, their stares sharp and soul-shaking.

"Here they come! The three clans' prodigies have arrived!"

Surrounding Immortal Ancient beings cried out, faces alight with excitement.

Once Jun Xiaoyao was slain, they could once again vie for control of this Dao Lake.

The other outsider prodigies watched with bated breath.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao had created too many miracles in the Immortal Realm.

No one could predict the final outcome.

"You are Jun Xiaoyao?"

From the Dragon People side, Ao Zhan stepped forward.

His aura was stronger than Ao Lie's.

"The aura of a True God Realm's peak—no wonder the Dragon People."

Ao Zhan's aura intimidated a group of outsider prodigies.

Jun Mulan, Jun Xuehuang, and others narrowed their eyes in seriousness.

Ao Zhan's cultivation matched Jun Xiaoyao's—this significantly weakened Jun Xiaoyao's advantage.

Yet they did not know Jun Xiaoyao's true strength could not be measured by realm alone.

To judge Jun Xiaoyao's power solely by realm was to glimpse a leopard through a bamboo tube.

"Hah, a mere True God Realm's peak dares provoke our three clans? How laughable."

On the other side, a group of towering beings, seven feet tall, bore sacred runes branded into their skin.

Most striking was the vertical pupil on each of their foreheads—hidden with mystery, profoundly deep.

They were the Three-Eyed Holy Clan.

The speaker was their True God Realm's peak prodigy, named Tuo Gu.

"Indeed, before our three clans, you're nothing but a clown."

From the Ancient Witch Clan, a man whose face was covered in countless incantations spoke coldly.

Their clan specialized in mysterious, eerie witchcraft.

In the entire Immortal Ancient World, hardly any prodigy could face even one of these three clans alone.

The pressure was enough to shatter the mind.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao, from start to finish, remained expressionless.

His gaze was as indifferent as a god's.

"Since you've come, don't leave—good, my Jun Clan still has a blood debt to settle with you."