Chapter 425: The Four Young Sovereigns of the Immortal Ancient Era, Crown Prince Ao Guang, Has Again Entered the Season of Harvesting

If Long Ao Tian truly perishes in Jun Xiaoyao's hands,

the consequences would be immense.

This is not merely a clash between prodigies.

It is a confrontation between the Ancient Jun Clan and the Primordial Imperial Clans.

If Long Ao Tian loses, does that mean the Primordial Imperial Clans are inferior to the Ancient Jun Clan?

Of course, Long Ao Tian can only represent the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Yet, to some extent, the Ancestral Dragon Nest can represent the Primordial Imperial Clans.

"If Long Ao Tian really dies, will the Ancestral Dragon Nest go mad with rage?"

"Perhaps after the Immortal Ancient World ends, the Ancestral Dragon Nest will ignite an Immortal War!"

Many external prodigies were speculating.

At a distance, Long Bichi, standing beside Ao Zhan, was as pale as paper.

The invincible Ao Tian she idolized now lay trapped like a fish in a jar, unable to stir even a ripple in Jun Xiaoyao's grasp.

Long Bichi had believed Long Ao Tian could defeat, even annihilate, Jun Xiaoyao—then her inner shadows would vanish.

But now, witnessing this, her shadows deepened further.

At that moment, a shrill scream pierced the air.

"Lord Long!"

Ao Luan darted forward and struck.

She could not stand idly by as Long Ao Tian perished.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly presumptuous."

Seeing Ao Luan charge, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained cold.

He had already made enemies of the Dragon Clan; he had no qualms about killing one more.

With a flick of his finger, the Nine Catastrophe Annihilation Thunder from Lei Di's Great Divine Art surged forth, hurtling toward Ao Luan.

This blow could annihilate Ao Luan outright.

Ao Luan clenched her silver teeth, a cold gleam flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Though she favored Long Ao Tian, she would not come forward to die pointlessly.

She flipped her jade hand, pulling a dragon seal from her space treasure and crushing it.

With a thunderous boom, terrifying pressure swept across all directions!

Golden divine radiance illuminated the ten directions!

Within this sacred, brilliant light, a young figure clad in golden robes appeared.

He was a handsome youth, with pale skin and long golden hair cascading down his back, two golden dragon horns sprouting from his forehead.

Though merely a phantom, a terrifying aura of authority surged forth.

Like a young sovereign descending upon the mortal realm!

"It's… the Dragon Clan's Crown Prince, Ao Guang!" Some Immortal Ancient beings cried out in shock upon seeing the golden-haired youth.

Within the Immortal Ancient World, there were four ancient races.

And among these four, each had one prodigy who had reached the Heavenly God Realm.

They were collectively known as the Four Young Sovereigns of the Immortal Ancient Era!

And the golden-haired youth before them was none other than the Dragon Clan's Young Sovereign, Crown Prince Ao Guang!

Though Ao Guang was only a phantom, the Heavenly God Realm pressure he emitted was utterly real.

"Outsider vermin, daring to provoke the Dragon Clan—you seek your own death!"

Ao Guang's demeanor was indifferent, as if he were a sovereign gazing down upon all living things.

"Heavenly God Realm?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a faint sneer.

"In the opulent environment of the Immortal Ancient World, you've only cultivated to the Heavenly God Realm? I'm ashamed for you!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words left the entire assembly stunned, frozen in silence.

From Jun Xiaoyao's tone, Ao Guang, the Heavenly God Realm prodigy, sounded like trash.

"Is he insane, daring to provoke the Dragon Clan's Young Sovereign?" All Immortal Ancient beings were incredulous.

Jun Xiaoyao's True God Realm peak cultivation was indeed formidable, placing him among the elite in the Immortal Ancient World.

But before a Heavenly God Realm cultivator, he must still bow his head.

After reaching the Ninth Stage of the Passage to Sagehood, each minor realm carried immense gaps.

Not to mention the leap from True God Realm to Heavenly God Realm—that's a major realm!

The difference was as vast as heaven and earth!

"Your cultivation is low, yet your arrogance is great," Ao Guang's eyes held cold disdain.

This phantom carried his Primordial Spirit's power and could clearly perceive Jun Xiaoyao's contempt.

Ao Guang struck—a fist launched, magic power surging.

Even a phantom infused with Primordial Spirit power could casually annihilate a True God Realm prodigy.

Such was the gap between True God Realm and Heavenly God Realm.

Ao Guang's fist technique radiated an aura of supreme radiance, making one feel as if facing a Divine King of Light!

"It's the Great Radiance Divine Fist!"

At a distance, Ao Zhan gasped, his eyes flashing with coldness.

"This brat dares provoke the Crown Prince—he's asking for death!" Ao Zhan muttered coldly.

Crown Prince Ao Guang possessed the Sacred Golden Dragon bloodline and was immensely powerful.

Even Ao Zhan, with his True God Realm peak cultivation, could not withstand Ao Guang's single punch.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned cold.

"No one shall tower over me!"

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed his fist—the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist surged with power, colliding with Ao Guang's Great Radiance Divine Fist.

Meanwhile, Long Bichi began striking the Heaven-Earth Crucible, attacking from within to aid Long Ao Tian.

"You two traitorous lovers, dream on!" Long Ji's eyes flashed as she saw this.

She had no intention of letting Long Ao Tian escape.

Seeing this, Ao Luan shattered another talisman.

Terrifying magic power erupted—BOOM! —the Heaven-Earth Crucible shattered.

Long Ao Tian let out a long roar and broke free.

Yet now he looked disheveled.

His robes were torn, his flesh and bones charred black.

Had he not grown defensive dragon scales upon being sealed inside the Heaven-Earth Crucible, his condition might have been far worse.

But his worst suffering was not his physical state.

It was that the seven Dragon Primordials he had absorbed had been extracted by the Heaven-Earth Crucible.

Seven Dragon Primordials, each glowing with different hues, floated and sank within the crucible.

"Lord Long, let's flee quickly!" Ao Luan cried urgently.

"Dream on!" Long Ji struck again.

"You bitch—you're just as vile as Jun Xiaoyao!"

Seeing Long Ji charge, Long Ao Tian's rage burned fiercely.

Long Ji truly wanted him dead—not just empty words.

Between them, no reconciliation remained.

"Wait for me!"

Long Ao Tian seethed with resentment—he wanted to reclaim his Dragon Primordials, but Long Ji blocked him.

If he delayed, and Jun Xiaoyao turned his attention to him, he might truly perish.

Realizing this, even though he resented it, Long Ao Tian abandoned the Seven Dragon Primordials.

Though he still had one final trump card, he dared not fight Jun Xiaoyao again until his cultivation matched his.

Together with Ao Luan, he shattered Long Ji's attack and shot away into the distance.

Nearby, Bai Meier's eyes flickered, and she followed after them.

On the other side,

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist—its power overwhelming, shattering Ao Guang's Great Radiance Divine Fist.

Ao Guang's phantom cracked apart, piece by piece, within the fist's radiance.

Ao Guang's eyes flickered with a strange gleam; he spoke coldly: "Interesting. Outsider vermin—when I emerge from seclusion, you will die without mercy…"

As his words faded, Ao Guang's phantom shattered into countless specks of light.

Long Ao Tian, Ao Luan, and the others had already fled far away.

Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly.

Not killing Long Ao Tian this time was indeed regrettable.

But Jun Xiaoyao knew that protagonists blessed with cosmic fortune could not be easily slain in one strike.

For instance, this time, Ao Luan aided him.

Next time, someone else might come to his aid.

But Jun Xiaoyao was utterly unfazed and felt no regret.

Because he had already reaped his reward.

Jun Xiaoyao gestured, and within the Heavenly Crucible, seven brilliant Dragon Essences shimmered with radiant light.

Ordinary Dragon Essences were already extremely precious.

These seven elemental Dragon Essences were even more invaluable — one of Long Ao's trump cards.

Now, they had fallen into Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

"Long Ao, let's see what other surprises you can still offer me."

Jun Xiaoyao put away the seven Dragon Essences and smiled.

It was harvest season for the leeks again…