Chapter 430: The Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique: Yan Rumeng

Jun Xiaoyao asked this question not without reason.

He genuinely wanted to know what Yan Rumeng's true form was, and whether he should eat her.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I was wrong—I'm leaving now," Yan Rumeng said, her face pale.

A woman as breathtakingly beautiful as Yan Rumeng, softening her tone like this, gave off an air of pitiable fragility.

But unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't fooled by it.

If Yan Rumeng had merely watched without acting, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't have bothered with her.

But once she moved, the nature of things changed entirely.

Jun Xiaoyao was never a man who pitied the fair or cherished the lovely.

He struck at Yan Rumeng—vast magic power coalesced into a golden palm, every ridge and line vivid as a god's hand, crushing down upon her.

Yan Rumeng gritted her teeth and activated the Heavenly Demon Eight Methods once more.

This was the supreme technique of the Demon God Palace, with eight transformations.

Once unleashed, demonic energy filled the heavens, its power overwhelming.

Yet before Jun Xiaoyao, this technique was as flimsy as paper, torn apart instantly.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, his Wings of Freedom flared—he shot forward like a streaking light, appearing before Yan Rumeng.

He punched straight out, no technique added, yet it felt as if he could shatter the void itself.

Yan Rumeng paled, pushing her Demon Emperor Body to its limit—ten thousand demonic forces surged forth, thrusting forward with her slender hand.

Boom!

Like a great star exploding, Yan Rumeng let out a muffled groan and shot backward at high speed, her jade arm feeling as if it might shatter.

Had it not been for the sheer resilience of her Demon Emperor Body, she might have had her arm crushed by Jun Xiaoyao's punch alone.

Yet this also revealed that Jun Xiaoyao had held absolutely nothing back.

"Jun Xiaoyao, are you really going to be this ruthless? Back in the lower realms, we had our disagreements, but no mortal enmity."

"The two Saint Elders of the Demon God Palace and the Heavenly Demon Crown Prince are dead—yet we never came after you, did we?"

Yan Rumeng retreated while crying out.

"You didn't come after me because you knew—even if you tried, it would be useless," Jun Xiaoyao said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Hearing this, Yan Rumeng felt so frustrated she nearly spat blood.

Jun Xiaoyao's words always made people want to spit blood three liters.

"If you'd merely watched, I wouldn't have cared—but you crossed the line." Jun Xiaoyao swung his fist again.

The aura of the Six Realms Fist surged through space—six swirling vortexes of reincarnation appeared simultaneously, seeking to drag Yan Rumeng into the cycle.

Yan Rumeng was now ready to reveal her trump card.

"Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique!"

Yan Rumeng cried out—a terrifying demonic aura surged, forming behind her a monstrous shadow ten thousand zhang tall.

Within it, the horrifying scene of the Heavenly Demon slaying a god manifested.

This was the supreme technique of the Demon God Palace, stronger than the Heavenly Demon Eight Methods before.

With this technique, Yan Rumeng could nearly challenge and slay opponents of higher realms.

For the first time, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with interest—but only slightly.

"The Demon God Palace's great technique—the Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique. Interesting."

Jun Xiaoyao activated the Six Realms Fist again—but this time, he wielded the full version, integrating six techniques!

The Martial Decree of War, the Emperor's Seal, the Primordial Emperor Dao Sword, the Slayer Immortal Sword Art, the Divine Spear, the Lei Di Finger!

Jun Xiaoyao launched the Six Realms Fist, channeling six terrifying techniques, striking straight at Yan Rumeng.

The energy fluctuation was beyond description—this punch could easily be said to have split the heavens.

The Six Realms Fist was already a supreme fist art.

To manifest six terrifying techniques through the Six Realms Fist wasn't just a slight increase in power—it was a qualitative transformation.

Facing the full version of the Six Realms Fist, even Yan Rumeng's Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique made her heart tremble.

Boom!

An indescribably terrifying shockwave erupted—mere ripples were enough to repel many prodigies nearby, some even spitting blood.

This violent force stirred the ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lake into a raging storm.

In the collision, the shadow of the Heavenly Demon Slaying God was ripped apart by the sheer force of the punch.

The residual impact slammed into Yan Rumeng's body, forcing fresh blood from her crimson lips, her aura instantly withering.

Yan Rumeng's Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique was powerful—but to withstand Jun Xiaoyao's full version of the Six Realms Fist? It was pure fantasy.

"It's over."

Jun Xiaoyao reappeared before Yan Rumeng and brought his fist down upon her body.

This punch, even against a Demon Emperor Body, would likely shatter her into pieces.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao strike without hesitation, everyone around gasped.

Especially the prodigies from outside, who murmured in awe.

Yan Rumeng was a woman famed for her beauty across the Huang Tian Immortal Realm, a dream of many men.

Even as a demon, her popularity remained undiminished.

After all, everyone was a pervert.

As long as someone was beautiful, gender didn't matter—nor did species.

Yet faced with such a stunning beauty, Jun Xiaoyao showed not a trace of mercy, acting with ruthless decisiveness.

It made people sigh—such a famed beauty was about to perish.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's fist hurtling toward her, Yan Rumeng felt the breath of death.

She bit her silver teeth, silently whispered: "Unseal."

Instantly, a strange glow flashed in Yan Rumeng's eyes.

From within her, a surge of True God Realm peak energy erupted.

Her jade hand struck out—demonic energy exploded, its power far exceeding what it had been before.

"Hmm?"

Even Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with surprise.

Fist met palm—the two were both thrown back.

Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

Yet now, Yan Rumeng's eyes gleamed with demonic allure, her face wearing a seductive smile.

"Such a cruel little brother—you strike so hard, leaving not a shred of mercy."

Yan Rumeng's voice was sweet and syrupy, stirring wild thoughts; her demeanor was alluring and intoxicating—nothing like her usual cold, ethereal aura.

Most importantly, her cultivation base had suddenly surged to True God Realm peak—far stronger than before.

"So you had another card," Jun Xiaoyao said, his gaze deep.

"Hearing about you a hundred times isn't as good as seeing you once—Jun family's Divine Son is as legendary as rumored: stunningly handsome, tender and delicious." Yan Rumeng stuck out her tiny pink tongue and licked her crimson lips.

"Who are you?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Guess."

Yan Rumeng giggled seductively, twisted her slender waist, and lunged straight at Jun Xiaoyao, her palm thrusting forward.

Jun Xiaoyao countered with a punch—the two clashed in close combat, fists and palms colliding, sending out waves of qi.

The transformed Yan Rumeng could now actually hold her own against Jun Xiaoyao.

Of course, this was only because Jun Xiaoyao hadn't used his full strength—he was testing her, trying to determine who this Yan Rumeng truly was.

Yan Rumeng's power was immense—her jade leg swept out, leaving behind a cascade of demonic runes.

Jun Xiaoyao blocked with his forearm.

But then Yan Rumeng suddenly flashed a sweet smile, her long, rounded legs wrapping around Jun Xiaoyao's waist like an octopus.

Her arms also curled around his neck, attempting to bind him tight.

"Can you bind me?" Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Even the Demon Emperor Body was too weak to restrain his Primordial Ancient Holy Body.

But Yan Rumeng's next move left Jun Xiaoyao stunned for a moment.

She pressed her crimson lips against his cheek and kissed him.

This sight left everyone utterly speechless.