Chapter 4518: Can't Win, Want to Run? Asking the Heavenly Lord Has Successors

Actually, many people present noticed it from the start.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was restrained, appearing deeply hidden.

His combat strength would definitely not be low.

Not to mention the heaven's pride from Cangmang, even the cultivators on Yinshen Island sensed it.

But when Jun Xiaoyao truly began to act.

It still greatly exceeded everyone's expectations present.

"Is this really the younger generation?"

Feeling the aura Jun Xiaoyao burst out in an instant.

Many cultivators on Yinshen Island all took a deep breath, their minds trembled, shocked beyond measure.

Although the heaven's pride of Cangmang had also heard countless legends about Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet upon personally feeling that oppressive aura, they were still terrified.

Even Yinhe Sanren showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Seeing the chaotic aura rising from Jun Xiaoyao's body made his pupils contract sharply.

He couldn't help but recall a legendary physique.

In an instant, he secretly felt a hint of unease in his heart.

However, there are no turning-back arrows once the bow is drawn; he could only continue attacking.

Boom—

The void instantly burst with colliding ripples.

The power of laws intertwined, emitting a roaring sound.

At the center of the collision, chaotic aura surged, erupting with an extremely terrifying fluctuation, laws disrupted.

This strike by Yinhe Sanren could shatter the universe and easily slay many Emperor Realm powerhouses.

Yet it was dissolved by Jun Xiaoyao's casual punch.

"Young Master Jun's strength is truly not inferior to the older generation's powerhouses!"

"How exactly did he cultivate?"

"Is this the power of the chaotic body?"

The crowd watching from afar also had their minds shaken.

And Xing Bei, Taishan, and others had their expressions frozen.

They did not know that Jun Xiaoyao was actually the legendary chaotic body.

As for Cheng Lingxue, her red lips slightly parted, and beautiful eyes flashed with strange light.

That is the peerless chaotic divine body!

Yinhe Sanren's eyes also faintly showed a hint of apprehension.

"Kid……don't be arrogant!"

"Bone-Corroding Scripture!"

Yinhe Sanren let out a cold shout, both hands forming seals.

Vast black mist poured out.

Not pure yin energy, but carrying a piercing coldness, as if even one's primordial spirit could be frozen.

At the same time, it carried an indescribable corrosive intent.

As the black mist rolled, numerous dense runes appeared within it.

This Bone-Corroding Scripture was, back then, discovered by Yinhe Sanren in a secluded ancient cave dwelling on Yinshen Island.

Found inside an unnamed emperor's corpse coffin.

Its power is extremely terrifying.

That mist directly enveloped toward Jun Xiaoyao, wrapping him.

In an instant, Jun Xiaoyao felt it.

The numerous runes in the black mist seemed to entangle.

Transforming into black, worm-like existences.

Drilling toward his physique and body.

A magic power barrier appeared on Jun Xiaoyao's body surface.

But strangely.

Those black worm-like runes could actually corrode the power of laws, continuing to pierce through.

"There is indeed something." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

No wonder Yinhe Sanren could become an old oil stick on Yinshen Island.

He still has some tricks.

However……

Jun Xiaoyao's body surface, chaotic fire surged out, enveloping his entire body.

The bone-corroding runes, upon approaching Jun Xiaoyao's body, were instantly burned to ashes.

Then, the firelight shot up to the sky.

The black mist filling the sky was all sizzling and burning.

"What?"

Yinhe Sanren's face twitched.

And the next moment.

Jun Xiaoyao appeared before him as if shrinking the earth to an inch.

At the same time, chaotic Qi surged into the sky behind him.

The phenomenon of Chaos Opening Heaven manifested.

Boom—!

Chaotic Qi permeated the air, as if heaven and earth were being opened.

A towering figure like an ancient Chaos god stood erect between heaven and earth.

As if it had split open the Chaos.

The power of Chaos Opening Heaven was bestowed upon Jun Xiaoyao.

At the same time, his fist intent trembled, accompanied by the power of hundreds of millions of Sumeru worlds, smashing directly at Yin He Sanren.

Feeling that terrifying pressure as if the void universe were collapsing.

Yin He Sanren's complexion finally changed completely.

He gritted his teeth and directly sacrificed his divine weapon.

A gray-black clay pot appeared, seemingly utterly unremarkable, its surface even bearing some cracks.

But the moment it appeared, it caused the surrounding heaven, earth, and void to tremble.

Clang!

Jun Xiaoyao's fist smashed directly onto that black clay pot.

A dull sound erupted.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over it.

That clay pot seemed to be an ancient artifact as well, somewhat extraordinary.

However, that recoil force also caused Yin He Sanren's arms to tremble violently, shattering his bones until white bone splinters pierced through his skin.

At the same time, his chest heaved with surging Qi and blood, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Everyone present was stunned by this scene.

You have to understand, Yin He Sanren, as an old hand of the Fallen God Island.

It can be said that once he made a move, he was invincible.

He Ceng had ever seen him in such a sorry state.

To think he was forced to this extent by a young man in just a few moves.

"Brat, this isn't over!"

"Corrosion Dao Pot, Corrode Dao Exterminate Spirit!"

Yin He Sanren let out a fierce shout, simultaneously biting the tip of his tongue.

A drop of essence blood fell onto that black clay pot.

This black clay pot named Corrosion Dao Pot had black light surging and spreading out from its mouth.

Then it transformed into a gray, dim domain.

Enveloping Jun Xiaoyao within it.

In an instant, Jun Xiaoyao felt his whole body grow sluggish, as if his connection with heaven and earth had been severed.

As if he had fallen into a swamp.

At the same time, this domain seemed to be filled with a kind of decaying rule.

Comprehensively eroding Jun Xiaoyao's physical body, Primordial Spirit, laws, and so on.

Naturally, Jun Xiaoyao's physique was peerless; divine light flowed over his body surface, and even a Thousand-Layer Magic Power Immunity Divine Ring manifested.

It could be called impervious to all methods; such heterodox tricks fundamentally could not pose any threat to him.

However, the next moment.

A scene that left everyone dumbfounded occurred.

After Yin He Sanren sacrificed the ancient artifact, he did not intend to attack again and fight Jun Xiaoyao to the death.

Instead, he directly executed a strange escape technique, his figure seemingly turning into a black river, rapidly fleeing into the distance.

At the same time he shouted fiercely: "Junior, you wait, this Sanren has business today, we'll fight another day!"

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, somewhat dumbfounded.

Worthy of being an old hand mixed up in Fallen God Island.

Shameless to this degree.

Knowing he fundamentally could not suppress Jun Xiaoyao, he directly wanted to escape.

However, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent.

"Can you leave?"

Around Jun Xiaoyao, black holes emerged one after another, devouring all those corrosion rules.

At the same time, he raised his hand, and a resplendent, boundless sword light soared into the sky, its radiance shining over the nine heavens and ten earths!

It was precisely the Daluo Sword Embryo!

"Level Heaven Art, Jun Wushuang!"

Jun Xiaoyao controlled the Daluo Sword Embryo, simultaneously imbued with the Sword Dao Heavenly Heart's intent, sacrificing Jun Wenti's Level Heaven Art!

A peerless sword tore through the air.

Rip!

The void rules were torn apart like a curtain!

Vast and winding sword light, like ten-thousand-jun mountain ranges, continuous and winding, traversed the sky.

Heaven and earth seemed to be divided in two in that instant!

This sword, dazzling to the point that one dares not gaze upon it directly!

At the same time.

On the first continent, the Xiong Qiong Blade Emperor, who was recuperating from his injuries.

As if sensing something, his gaze turned toward the void, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of lamentation.

"It is the Ping Tian Jue."

"To be able to execute this sword technique to such an extent."

"My lord, asking heaven, there are successors after all..."