Chapter 57: Tearing Apart the Devouring Sky Phoenix, Overwhelming the Nine-Headed Lion—The Divine Heir

Upon hearing these words, whether it was the Devouring Sky Phoenix, the Nine-Headed Lion, or Long Bichi, their expressions all froze in shock.

Jun Xiaoyao, alone, had insulted the entire ancient lineage.

“What, did I speak wrongly?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words carried no heat, utterly calm.

Yet it was this utterly dismissive attitude that enraged the Nine-Headed Lion and other beings.

On the human side, Ji Xuan and others were also taken aback and bewildered.

Even he dared not provoke the ancient race beings like the Nine-Headed Lion and the Devouring Sky Phoenix simultaneously.

Just one of them would be enough to leave him in despair.

“Human, even if you are the divine heir of a primordial clan, today you shall pay a price!”

The Devouring Sky Phoenix erupted in rage, its wings flapping and stirring a black storm.

The entire heavens and earth seemed engulfed in sinister winds; the violent air currents flung weaker cultivators clear across the sky.

The Nine-Headed Lion also roared in fury, all nine heads bellowing in unison, their sound like thunder shaking heaven and earth!

“Is this Jun family divine heir truly confident—or is he seeking death?” Long Bichi felt anger within, but recalling the warning from the ancient ancestor of the Azure Dragon lineage, she held back from acting rashly.

Yet even she admitted that if she were in his place, handling both the Devouring Sky Phoenix and the Nine-Headed Lion at once would be extremely difficult.

Each of these two beings could sweep aside over eighty percent of humanity’s prodigies.

Anyone facing Jun Xiaoyao’s current situation would be filled with dread.

A terrifying black storm surged toward him.

On Jun Xiaoyao’s body, the Shadow of the God of the Underworld’s Protection appeared.

He stepped through empty space, hands clasped behind his back, his crystalline hair strands glowing with divine radiance as the wind lifted them.

His peerless, flawless, godlike visage remained as calm as a still lake.

This bearing moved many female cultivators to admiration; they silently prayed for Jun Xiaoyao in their hearts.

“At this point, still pretending?”

Below, Xiao Chen snorted inwardly.

He would never admit that he not only envied Jun Xiaoyao’s status and position, but also his appearance.

“Two beasts, how dare you turn the heavens?”

Jun Xiaoyao murmured coldly, and at last, his form moved.

He fully unleashed the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force; seventy thousand giant elephant micro-particles revived simultaneously.

In an instant, golden blood qi surged forth like a colossal wave.

Rolling across the heavens, it faintly coalesced into a golden divine elephant shadow capable of shaking heaven, shattering stars.

He punched forward, and the golden divine elephant shadow swung its trunk in unison.

The black storm ahead was violently torn apart by Jun Xiaoyao’s fist wind!

Seeing this, the Devouring Sky Phoenix flapped its wings again, launching countless black feathers in a sky-covering deluge, like a cataclysmic rain of black arrows.

This was the Devouring Sky Phoenix clan’s great technique: Black Feather Arrow Rain.

Any divine bridge prodigy caught within would be pierced through—no escape possible.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained utterly calm.

He didn’t even defend himself; instead, he charged forward with brutal ferocity.

“Seeking death!” the Devouring Sky Phoenix hissed.

But the next instant, its blood-moon eyes froze, every black feather on its body standing on end in shock.

A dense clatter of metallic clangs rang out.

The arrows had struck Jun Xiaoyao’s body.

Yet these arrows, capable of piercing and shattering royal weapons, could not even break his skin!

“Is that all?”

Jun Xiaoyao sneered, his demonic wings extending from his back, his form instantly darting before the Devouring Sky Phoenix.

He made no flashy moves—just slammed down a brutal, direct punch!

Golden fist radiance blazed skyward, illuminating the heavens.

Simultaneously, the Devouring Sky Phoenix let out a shriek of agony, one wing shattered, blood gushing.

“Human, you are too arrogant!”

The Nine-Headed Lion charged forward.

It had just been stunned by Jun Xiaoyao’s peerless physical body; now it recovered and lunged in.

All nine heads of the Nine-Headed Lion roared together, visible spatial shockwaves spreading outward, warping the air before it.

This was the Nine-Headed Lion clan’s great technique: Lion’s Roar.

A single roar could shatter the heavens!

Surrounding cultivators in the mountains and forests hastily used magic power to shield their seven orifices.

Even so, some still bled from nose and mouth, nearly fainting.

The terrifying power of this technique was clear—Jun Xiaoyao, at its center, would face unimaginable pressure.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained as calm as ever.

He activated the Shadow of the God of the Underworld’s Protection; the sonic waves struck it, rippling across its surface but failing to penetrate.

Seizing the opportunity, Jun Xiaoyao reached out, unleashing boundless magical power that formed a Spear of the God of the Underworld, which he hurled straight through the Devouring Sky Phoenix’s body.

Blood sprayed, feathers scattered!

The Devouring Sky Phoenix let out a piercing, blood-curdling cry.

Jun Xiaoyao flashed forward, both hands thrust outward, gripping the beast’s carcass, then tore it apart with a sudden yank!

Ssschhh!

The Devouring Sky Phoenix’s entire body split cleanly in two!

The scene was profoundly shocking.

“Linglong, when we return, make roasted chicken out of this.”

Jun Xiaoyao directly tossed the severed corpse of the Devouring Sky Phoenix to Jun Linglong behind him.

All cultivators present were stunned.

What had they just heard?

To use the infamous Devouring Sky Phoenix as ingredients—and name it “hand-torn chicken”?

“You are too arrogant!”

The Nine-Headed Lion erupted in fury.

Though it had little connection to the Devouring Sky Phoenix, as fellow ancient race beings, it felt the sorrow of a fallen companion.

“You want me to become your follower? How laughable. But you’re barely qualified to be my mount.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words caused all nine heads of the Nine-Headed Lion to roar in rage.

For the Nine-Headed Lion lineage, the word “mount” was their greatest taboo.

Their ancestors had once been subdued by the Buddha Emperor and forced to serve as mounts.

This was a humiliation engraved in their bloodline!

“Seek death! Fearless Lion Seal!”

The Nine-Headed Lion went berserk, instantly unleashing its clan’s great technique.

The Fearless Lion Seal was an immensely terrifying technique, nearly approaching the level of True Dragon techniques.

The Nine-Headed Lion’s body blazed with golden light as a golden ancient seal formed, countless runes cascading down.

The void trembled, heaven and earth shook!

This technique was so powerful that Long Bichi, Ji Xuan, and other prodigies felt a chill in their hearts.

They knew that if they faced this technique, they would pay a heavy price.

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze remained calm; even facing such a fearsome technique, he remained utterly composed.

In Jun Xiaoyao’s chest, brilliant light gathered, as if a miniature sun had appeared.

Then, a terrifyingly radiant divine ray erupted, like a heavenly punishment descending from above.

Where the divine ray passed, the void rippled, surrounding mountains shattered.

It was the Supreme Bone’s great technique: Heaven’s Judgment Light.

The most complete form of this technique was the Hand of Heaven; Jun Xiaoyao had already mastered it.

But under these circumstances, the Hand of Heaven was unnecessary—Heaven’s Judgment Light alone sufficed.

Boom!

The radiant judgment light struck the Fearless Lion Seal, shattering it instantly, then continued unimpeded, slicing through the Nine-Headed Lion.

The Nine-Headed Lion’s soul nearly fled in terror, every hair on its body standing on end.

It desperately dodged, but still caught the edge of the light—four heads fell instantly.

Blood gushed like a fountain!