Chapter 56

A Tai Gu relic species at the Guiyi realm, even Ji Xuan would find it no easy task to handle.

How much less so Jun Xiaoyao, whose realm is one level lower.

Ji Bangyin did not utter any mocking or belittling words, yet his tone carried clear amusement.

Jun Zhantian’s aged face showed no change; he even smiled.

He knew better than anyone how strong Jun Xiaoyao truly was.

Outside the Supreme Secret Treasury, watching the charging Demon Ape, Jun Xiaoyao’s ethereal and peerless face remained utterly unruffled.

With a mere gesture, his boundless golden spiritual sea surged into waves.

Vast, mighty golden magic power roared like an endless ocean.

In the void, the magic power coalesced into divine weapons: swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and more.

It was none other than the Jun family’s martial technique, the Bingfa Jue.

“Go!”

Jun Xiaoyao thrust forward one hand; ten thousand divine weapons became a golden torrent, blasting toward the Demon Ape.

Seeing this, the Demon Ape let out a deafening roar; its body erupted with black demonic energy, forming a suit of black armor upon its hide.

BOOM!

A earth-shattering collision erupted—the Bingfa Jue shattered the Demon Ape’s black armor, yet inflicted little actual damage to its flesh.

“No wonder it’s a Tai Gu relic species,” Jun Xiaoyao murmured, slightly surprised.

The Demon Ape’s forehead, where a single black horn stood, glowed with dark runes, unleashing a beam of annihilating light that pierced straight toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Around them, cultivators who had arrived at the scene all looked up.

Ji Xuan, Xiao Chen, who had just arrived, and Wu Mingyue, hidden in the shadows, all cast their gazes toward the scene.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained as calm as still water.

He activated the Divine Elephant Subdue Hell Force once more.

A shadowy figure of the God of the Underworld spread outward from his body.

It was the ultimate defense of the Divine Elephant Subdue Hell Force—the God of the Underworld Protection!

CRASH!

The black beam struck the God of the Underworld Protection, sending ripples across its surface, yet failed to break through.

Even the ferocious Demon Ape, its blood-red eyes widened slightly in shock—it had never expected a human, whose realm was lower than its own, to withstand its ultimate technique.

Jun Xiaoyao’s back sprouted demonic wings, enhancing his speed; in an instant, he flashed before the Demon Ape.

He formed a hand seal, and a colossal, towering figure—stretching from heaven to the netherworld—manifested within the cosmos.

A terrifying aura of dominion over heaven and earth, sun and moon, surged from Jun Xiaoyao!

Standing amidst the phantom emperor’s shadow, he looked like the divine son ruling over all realms above and below!

The Renwang Seal unleashed—crushing heaven and earth!

BOOM!

Like an ancient divine mountain descending, Jun Xiaoyao slammed down his seal, smashing the Demon Ape to the ground, splitting its skin, tearing its flesh, and spraying blood everywhere.

The Demon Ape roared in fury, but Jun Xiaoyao struck again with another punch.

Vast fist winds formed a spatial storm, shaking the eight directions!

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Three punches delivered—the fearsome Tai Gu relic species was utterly lifeless.

The entire scene fell silent.

Absolute stillness.

For this sight was truly too shocking to behold.

Jun Xiaoyao appeared ethereal and exquisite, like a celestial being untouched by mortal dust.

Yet the moment he moved, he became brutally violent—three punches reduced a Tai Gu relic species to a pulp.

Ji Xuan’s gaze grew heavier than ever before.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with resentment—and a faint trace of fear.

Jun Xiaoyao was too strong.

Xiao Chen had believed that after years of cultivation, he had finally caught up to Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, it was clear—Jun Xiaoyao’s strength still filled him with despair.

Wu Mingyue, hidden in the shadows, also felt shock in her clear, autumn-water eyes.

The saying “No reputation is without foundation” holds true.

In the void above the Tai Huang Forest.

Ji Bangyin wanted to speak, but no words came out.

Jun Zhantian stroked his beard and chuckled: “Ah, my grandson is perfect in every way—except he doesn’t know how to be humble.”

Hearing this, Ji Bangyin’s face stiffened; he felt as if a bone were stuck in his throat, utterly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Ji Xuan’s performance was no worse—otherwise, Ji Bangyin would have had no face left to remain here.

“This age of great contention may well be Jun family’s divine son’s solo stage,” sighed a Jiang elder.

He meant no ill intent; after all, Jun Xiaoyao was Jiang Rou’s son, making him half a Jiang.

“Hmph, the outcome isn’t decided yet—speaking so soon is premature,” said a Long clan elder, indifferent.

Meanwhile, near the Supreme Secret Treasury, Long Bichi of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Also arriving from another direction of the Tai Huang Forest were the Nine-Headed Lion Clan and the Devouring Sparrow Clan.

Suddenly, outside the Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Realm, powerful figures converged—the atmosphere instantly tightened.

Long Bichi’s eyes locked onto Jun Xiaoyao at once.

It wasn’t intentional.

Jun Xiaoyao, simply by standing there, seemed the center of heaven and earth—everyone’s gaze inevitably drifted toward him.

“You are Jun Xiaoyao?” Long Bichi asked, her tone cool.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at her with equal calmness.

He immediately recognized her—she bore dragon horns, clearly a prodigy of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

“I am Long Bichi of the Azure Dragon Line of the Ancestral Dragon Nest,” Long Bichi replied, her voice laced with quiet pride.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze turned slightly odd.

After a long pause, he said: “Hmm… truly a name that spits out fragrance…”

Long Bichi glanced at Jun Xiaoyao in confusion, unsure what he meant.

In another direction, golden divine light blazed across heaven and earth.

A mighty, majestic golden lion strode through the air, shaking the heavens.

Its most distinctive feature was its nine heads, its blood qi surging like tidal waves.

When all nine heads roared together, it was like thunder shaking the sky, its aura reaching its peak.

“It’s the young supreme of the Nine-Headed Lion Clan!” many human cultivators paled and cried out.

The Nine-Headed Lion Clan was undoubtedly an extraordinarily formidable Tai Gu race.

Legends say that long ago, the Nine-Headed Lion Clan wreaked havoc, unstoppable—until a Buddha Emperor intervened and subdued them, turning them into mounts and guardian deities.

In recent eras, though their numbers were scarce, they produced one supreme sovereign known as the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint, who cemented their legendary reputation.

Had their numbers not been so few, they could have easily ranked among the Tai Gu imperial clans.

“Could this young supreme be a descendant of the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint?” murmured a human prodigy, eyes filled with caution.

The Nine-Headed Lion looked at Jun Xiaoyao and spoke in human tongue: “Indeed, human young supreme, your strength is great—you have the merit to follow me.”

On the other side of the sky, a sudden demonic wind surged—a massive black bird blotted out the sun and moon as it approached.

Its wings stretched like clouds hanging from heaven; its twin eyes resembled two blood-red moons floating in the void.

Wherever it passed, a stench of blood filled the air, turning many human cultivators pale.

The Devouring Sparrow Clan—another fearsome Tai Gu race.

“Humans don’t even have the merit to become followers—they’re fit only to be blood food…”

The Devouring Sparrow spoke, its gaze fixed on Jun Xiaoyao, its pupils glowing with bloodthirsty light.

The Devouring Sparrow Clan was extremely vicious, fond of devouring human flesh.

Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Holy Body was a supreme medicinal elixir—like Tang San’s flesh.

Yet this Devouring Sparrow knew Jun Xiaoyao had a guardian—so it did not dare attempt to devour him.

Watching these two Tai Gu beings speak so arrogantly, Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, eyes filled with confusion.

“You Tai Gu races—all of you—have no brains at all?”