Chapter 462

Who could have imagined that this encirclement against the Jun Clan would end up becoming their own graveyard.

There was no one here who could block the killing edge of Jun Xiaoyao.

After Jun Xiaoyao casually killed Ao Guang, Princess Long Ji also fulfilled her wish and tore Miss Ao Luan into ten thousand pieces.

Not as an idiom, but literally torn into ten thousand pieces.

After taking her revenge, the trace of gloom in Princess Long Ji's heart dissipated, and her thoughts became clear.

Her gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao was also extremely complex.

If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't directly killed Ao Guang.

Perhaps Ao Guang would have had a chance to take Miss Ao Luan and leave.

Then her revenge might truly have been difficult to achieve.

"Thank you... Master..."

Princess Long Ji's tone was somewhat unnatural, the word "Master" spoken as softly as a mosquito's buzz.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze narrowed slightly, and he nodded faintly.

In fact, Princess Long Ji had no idea that this entire setup had been designed for her by Jun Xiaoyao from beginning to end.

Whether it was Bai Meier or Miss Ao Luan, they were just tools.

But it didn't matter; with Miss Ao Luan's fall, Bai Meier was devoted to Jun Xiaoyao.

This secret would never be known by Princess Long Ji.

Jun Xiaoyao scanned the surroundings again; he couldn't be bothered to attack them one by one.

He directly activated the Divine Elephant Overpowering Force and summoned the Gate of Hell.

Jun Xiaoyao had already cultivated one hundred thousand elephant particles.

So this time, the Gate of Hell was also fully opened.

All kinds of terrifying Great Asuras, Great Demons, and Great Rakshasas appeared one after another, as if hell had descended to the human world once more.

All the prodigies hostile to the Jun Clan fell into incomparable terror and despair.

Death was merely a matter of a moment sooner or later.

The other two young kings of the Immortal Ancient, the Little Witch God and the Jiang Tianyan Sacred Son, also let out unwilling roars and resisted with all their might.

The Jiang Tianyan Sacred Son had killed one of the Jun Clan's sequences.

The Ancient Witch Clan also had friction with Jun Xiaoyao.

Toward these two clans, Jun Xiaoyao would not be soft-hearted.

Finally, these two young kings of the Immortal Ancient could only fall in grief and indignation, having absolutely no power to resist in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

Of the four young kings of the Immortal Ancient, only Li Qiushui remained.

Seeing this scene, Li Qiushui was also somewhat moved, grateful that she had befriended Jiang Shengyi and chosen the right camp.

Otherwise, she would not have escaped this calamity.

Besides the Immortal Ancient tribes, there were also the Ancient Imperial Clans, which were also basically wiped out.

The Qilin Son was finally killed by Jun Lingcang with his Heavy Pupils, leaving not even a residue.

Long Bichi of the Ancestral Dragon Nest also had no power to resist.

Actually, when Long Aotian fled in a panic, Long Bichi's Dao heart had already completely collapsed.

Until her death, she could not escape the shadow of Jun Xiaoyao.

The remaining Tai Tai Gu Huangzu prodigies also died in the encirclement of the creatures from the Gate of Hell.

And the Sacred Sect's Sacred Sect Son was also directly blasted to death, with absolutely no chance of survival.

As for the Northern Region Wang Clan, except for Wang Teng who fled, the other participating Wang Clan prodigies were all wiped out.

The Fallen Yao Yao Shen Gong prodigies were also completely annihilated.

As for the Ancient King Clans, there was no need to mention them; they were completely cannon fodder, torn apart by the creatures within the Gate of Hell.

Only Bai Meier was safe and sound.

In addition, Yan Rumeng of the Demon Yao Yao Shen Gong also had a face as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Yan Rumeng, and her delicate body trembled, feeling as if her soul had been frozen.

Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze and did not attack.

Firstly, Yan Rumeng was considered sensible and had not intervened in this battle of the Jun Clan killers.

Secondly, within Yan Rumeng's body, there was another force and will.

Jun Xiaoyao was also somewhat curious about what medicine was being sold in the gourd of that person from the Demon Yao Yao Shen Gong.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind playing along with that person.

After the killing concluded, the entire Profound Tianshan Range quieted down.

Looking around, the entire Profound Tianshan Range was riddled with holes, directly transformed into a basin.

The earth was crisscrossed with cracks, and the ground was covered with blood and corpses.

This great battle was a battle of total annihilation; except for Wang Teng and Long Aotian, all other living beings were wiped out.

The scene was very bloody and also very shocking.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son has turned the tide with his own strength," some prodigies watching the battle muttered in a daze.

Originally, this battle of the Jun Clan killers had been extremely unfavorable for the Jun Clan.

Even with the help of the Jiang Clan and other factions, it could have resulted in a miserable defeat.

But this battle was completely turned around because of Jun Xiaoyao's intervention.

To put it bluntly.

Even if the Jun Clan side had only Jun Xiaoyao alone, it was estimated that the team of Jun Clan killers would not have been able to do anything to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao alone could determine the fate of the world!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao stood in the void with his hands behind his back.

Beneath his feet were endless corpses and remains!

Jun Xiaoyao alone made all sides bow and all directions submit!

Jun Xiaoyao scanned the surroundings; all those prodigies watching from the sidelines dared not meet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Even ancient freaks like Ji Changkong and Ye Nantian couldn't help but shift their gazes, not daring to meet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

It was as if Jun Xiaoyao were the only king in the heavens and on earth!

After scanning the circle, Jun Xiaoyao said with a supreme tone: "Looking across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only my Jun Clan claims the title of Emperor!"

"No one can withstand the wrath of the Jun Clan!"

Two sentences made the heavens and earth fall silent.

And the group of Jun Clan sequences were all boiling with excitement, as if every drop of their blood were burning.

Looking across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only my Jun Clan claims the title of Emperor!

What kind of heroic spirit was this, and how many people dared to speak like this?

But Jun Xiaoyao dared!

"I, Jun Lingcang, will surely follow the Divine Son forever and protect the immortal prestige of my Jun Clan!" Jun Lingcang bowed with great respect.

"I, Jun Wushuang, will follow the Divine Son forever and let my Jun Clan suppress the Nine Heavens!" Jun Wushuang also bowed.

There were also sequences like Jun Mulan, Jun Wanjie, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, and Jun Zhangjian, who also showed fanatical expressions and bowed.

"Haha, the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead; I, Jun Jun Mo Xiao, am willing to follow the Divine Son to sweep across the Emperor's Road and raise the name of my Jun Clan!" Jun Jun Mo Xiao also laughed heroically.

The Jun Clan had produced a true dragon in this generation; even he, an "old man," had to admire him to the point of bowing down.

The prestige of the Jun Clan had risen greatly because of Jun Xiaoyao.

It was conceivable that if this matter were to spread completely, the prestige of the Jun Clan would skyrocket once again.

"In this great era of contention, monsters emerge in large numbers, but... isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" Ji Changkong sighed, feeling a faint sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Having finally endured until a great era of contention where there was a chance to prove the Dao, it turned out that such a terrifying anomaly as Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.

"This person will surely monopolize half the prosperity of this great era of contention, sigh..." The ancient freak of the Ye Clan, Ye Nantian, also sighed deeply.

In this generation, who could compete with the Jun Clan's Divine Son?

Apart from the prodigies on the Jun Clan's side, the prodigies and ancient freaks of other factions all felt somewhat powerless.

Jun Xiaoyao was like a great mountain pressing down on the heads of all prodigies.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao did not die, all the prodigies of this generation were only fit to compete for second place.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao himself had a faint expression.

He didn't think that what he had done was anything remarkable.

Rather, it was the most ordinary of things.

"It's finally over, but... it's not over yet..." Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He seemed to have a premonition that an even greater storm was yet to come.

"An Immortal War? My Jun Clan has never been afraid..."

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly looking outside the Immortal Ancient world, seeing the wrath of those hostile factions.