Chapter 50

This realm fell into deathly silence.

Seeing Hei Tu obliterated in just two moves, all cultivators around Nantian City swallowed their saliva in silence.

Hei Tu, as a prodigy of the Hei Yun Clan, was far from weak—he was exceptionally strong.

His cultivation even rivaled that of prodigies from great sects and lineage heirs.

Otherwise, he could never have become one of Jun Wanjie’s followers.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao crushed him effortlessly with a mere flick of his hand.

This shocked those who had witnessed Jun Xiaoyao’s power for the first time, their eyes filled with awe.

The Jun Clan’s Divine Son, Sequence Zero—his reputation is well-deserved!

“Jun Xiaoyao!”

A roar erupted like thunder splitting the earth.

It was Jun Wanjie—his hair stood on end, three-foot-long lightning flares blazing from his eyes, revealing his fury had reached its peak.

His own follower had been slain before his very eyes—this was a blatant slap in the face.

And not even a half-hearted one.

BOOM!

Jun Wanjie said no more—he could no longer endure it.

What consequences might follow? He’d deal with them later. Right now, Jun Wanjie only wanted to crush Jun Xiaoyao.

He slammed his palm forward, terrifying lightning cascading forth, transforming into ten thousand bolts of radiant thunder, their power so fierce it sent chills down spines.

This was the formidable thunder technique: Eight Wilderness Shocking Palm.

Coupled with Jun Wanjie’s Thunder Tribulation Battle Body, this palm strike would kill or maim any prodigy at the Divine Bridge realm.

“Divine Son, beware!”

Jun Zhangjian couldn’t help but cry out a warning.

He knew Jun Xiaoyao was strong, but Jun Wanjie was no slouch either.

Earlier, both he and Jun Linglong had failed to block even one of Jun Wanjie’s attacks.

Yet the moment Jun Zhangjian spoke, his voice choked off, his pupils slowly widening.

Jun Xiaoyao clenched his five fingers into a fist and delivered a light, effortless punch—no smoke, no fire, yet a dragon’s roar erupted within!

A spectral dragon coiled around his fist and exploded outward!

It was the ancestral dragon nest technique: Dragon Fist.

Simultaneously, seventy thousand giant elephant micro-particles within him unleashed seven hundred million jin of divine power with this punch!

The dual forces overlapped, their tremor seemed ready to sweep across ten thousand li of the heavens!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Terrifying magical energy ripples spread like a small nuclear bomb detonating—Nantian City trembled thrice.

Under all eyes, a figure flew backward from the collision’s core like a severed kite, blood splattering the sky!

It was Jun Wanjie!

His body hurtled backward, his punching arm twisted at a grotesque angle—his bones were shattered.

His face turned pale, his gaze fixed on Jun Xiaoyao, filled with unprecedented shock.

Some things, if not experienced firsthand, cannot be truly understood merely by watching.

Jun Wanjie now finally understood the despair Ye Xingyun and Long Haotian had felt.

It was as if he faced not a man,

But a young emperor!

“Jun Xiaoyao, your strength…” Jun Wanjie halted his retreat, pupils trembling.

Not just him—all of Nantian City stood frozen.

Jun Zhangjian stared in dumbfounded silence.

He knew Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t afraid of Jun Wanjie, but he never imagined it would be this overwhelming.

“The Divine Son truly possesses invincible bearing…” Jun Xuehuang sighed.

“My lord…” Jun Linglong’s eyes overflowed with worship and adoration.

This was her master—unrivaled in this age!

“I don’t believe it—again!”

No matter what, Jun Wanjie had risen from the bottom—he possessed greater tenacity than men like Ye Xingyun.

He clearly wouldn’t surrender so easily.

Lightning coiled around Jun Wanjie’s body; the shattered bones in his arm crackled, then healed instantly.

“No wonder it’s the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body—rumor says such a physique, tempered by heavenly tribulations, is unimaginably robust!”

Seeing Jun Wanjie’s arm restored, many cultivators’ eyes gleamed.

The Thunder Tribulation Battle Body ranked among the top three hundred of the three thousand body types—its uniqueness was undeniable.

“So what if his body is tough? Still shattered by one punch from the Jun Clan’s Divine Son. Compared to the Ancient Holy Body, the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body is trash!”

Many female cultivators sneered dismissively.

They had long since become Jun Xiaoyao’s fanatics.

Tell me—how many young prodigies in the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm rival him in both looks and power?

Now, Jun Wanjie stood upon the heavens, lightning swirling around him.

His gaze at Jun Xiaoyao held not a trace of contempt.

“I cultivate the Supreme Law, possess the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body—I am here to execute Heaven’s punishment, to command all thunder tribulations!”

“Eight Thunder Prohibitions—Desolate Thunder God!”

Jun Wanjie roared to the heavens, billions of layers of lightning bursting forth, interweaving in the void.

Black storm clouds churned as if a thunder deity manifested—this spectacle shook the soul.

“Execute Heaven’s punishment? Laughable!” Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm.

“Before this Divine Son, even Heaven must bow—what makes you think you’re any different?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s black hair streamed as he spoke coldly, radiating boundless arrogance.

He activated his Ancient Holy Body’s golden spiritual sea; vast magical power surged forth, faintly coalescing into a golden divine elephant that crushed eons of time and space.

Divine Elephant Subduing Hell was pushed to its limit.

Simultaneously, his left hand shaped the Battle Decree—swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks—ten thousand divine weapons materialized from the void, emitting a killing sound that shattered heaven and earth.

His right hand summoned dragon qi, manifesting a lifelike true dragon shadow—the ancestral dragon nest technique he had refined from the Dragon Essence: True Dragon Trapping Heaven.

Both techniques unleashed—the true dragon shadow surged skyward, crashing into the thunder deity within the black storm clouds; their collision shattered heaven and earth!

The ten thousand divine weapons surged toward Jun Wanjie.

“How could this…?”

Before Jun Wanjie could react, he was struck.

Even with full defense, he suffered violent impact, spewing a mouthful of blood, bones broken, tendons severed.

Jun Xiaoyao summoned his Demon Wings, using Void Supreme Speed to appear instantly above Jun Wanjie, channeling divine power as he brought his foot down like a divine king descending.

BOOM!

A sound sent shivers down every spine.

His foot crushed directly onto Jun Wanjie’s chest.

Both bodies plummeted like falling stars.

With a thunderous crash,

Jun Wanjie slammed into the ground, while Jun Xiaoyao’s foot remained planted on his chest, one hand clasped behind his back.

Robes fluttering, unstained by a single speck of dust.

The contrast was so immense it felt unreal.

The Jun Clan’s Fifth Sequence now lay trampled beneath Jun Xiaoyao’s foot, unable to move.

Was Jun Wanjie weak?

Absolutely not—everyone had seen his might moments ago.

Only one conclusion remained.

Jun Xiaoyao was simply too strong.

Many had realized: Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t even used his full power.

He hadn’t even activated his Supreme Bone or Holy Body’s manifestation.

“Jun Xiaoyao, take your foot off!” Jun Wanjie’s face turned purple with rage, his composure shattered.

BOOM!

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao brought his foot down again—harder. Jun Wanjie spat blood, his chest bones shattering.

“Why not just stay quietly as your Fifth Sequence? Why be so foolish?” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

“I haven’t lost—if you give me time…” Jun Wanjie snarled, voice filled with defiance.

“I have no interest in defeated men. Even if you had a hundred thousand years, you’d only watch my back until I vanish from your sight forever…”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words cut deeper than any blade—killing the spirit.

Jun Wanjie’s face flushed crimson then turned ashen; he spat another mouthful of heart-blood, his Dao-heart nearly shattered by pure rage.