Chapter 58: Subdue the Nine-Headed Lion, Make Ji Xuan Your Treasure-Hunting Rat, All Under Control

Roar!

The Nine-Headed Lion let out a shriek of agony as four of its heads were severed at once, leaving it severely wounded.

Now, its remaining five heads all bore expressions of panic.

This human is too terrifying!

If not for knowing that Jun Xiaoyao was the divine heir of a primordial clan, the Nine-Headed Lion would truly have believed him to be an ancient true dragon transformed into human form.

This kind of terrifying physical strength was even greater than that of their own ancient bloodline creatures.

“Even if you are a Primordial Holy Body, you cannot possibly be this strong!”

The Nine-Headed Lion roared in fury, its entire body surging with divine radiance.

At the stumps of its four severed heads, divine auroras swirled, as if new heads were about to regrow.

“The Nine-Headed Lion lineage’s vitality is too vigorous!”

Seeing the Nine-Headed Lion’s condition, many human cultivators marveled.

But even so, this ability was still useless before Jun Xiaoyao.

“Don’t use your limited imagination to guess at my abilities.”

Jun Xiaoyao naturally gave the Nine-Headed Lion no chance to recover—he struck again, without using any divine techniques, simply landing blow after blow with his fists.

Each punch weighed as much as ten thousand jin, shattering bones and tearing tendons in the Nine-Headed Lion.

This brutal hand-to-hand combat left the entire crowd stunned.

“No wonder the Primordial Holy Body is invincible in close combat…” a Jiang family elder murmured from the void.

“Now, will you willingly become my mount?” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

“Hmph! I am a descendant of the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint! Even if I die, I will never submit to such humiliation!”

The Five remaining heads of the Nine-Headed Lion roared in unison with unyielding fury.

“Oh? Really?” Jun Xiaoyao struck again.

A few breaths later, the Nine-Headed Lion had only four heads left.

“Don’t expect me to submit!” the Nine-Headed Lion continued to scream.

Half a minute later, it had only three heads left, and it began to panic.

“Jun family divine heir, if you have guts, fight me another day!” the Nine-Headed Lion’s eyes flickered with fear, its voice fierce but hollow.

A few more breaths passed, and it was down to two heads.

For the Nine-Headed Lion, though its heads could regenerate, if all nine were severed, it would be utterly beyond saving—even the gods could not revive it.

Finally, the Nine-Headed Lion let out a pleading cry of despair.

“Divine heir, stop! Don’t cut off any more heads—I’ve only got one left! Cut that one and I’ll be bald!”

The Nine-Headed Lion howled in pain, lying on the ground, begging for mercy.

Its entire body drenched in blood, it now had only one head left, its face twisted in a look of helpless tears.

Once a magnificent Nine-Headed Lion, it had been brutally reduced by Jun Xiaoyao into a single-headed lion.

All the cultivators who witnessed this scene fell silent.

Just moments ago, the Nine-Headed Lion had appeared resolute to die rather than yield—now it crouched on the ground like a fat orange cat, wagging its tail and begging, the contrast too extreme.

“Yield?”

Jun Xiaoyao planted his foot atop the Nine-Headed Lion’s last remaining head.

“Yield! Yield! Divine heir, don’t kill me!” the Nine-Headed Lion trembled violently, its former aura of ancient royal dignity utterly gone.

It knew Jun Xiaoyao truly would kill it.

With the Jiang family’s influence, even the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint would find it difficult to retaliate.

“Hmm. You’ll do Mianqiang as my mount,” Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

The Nine-Headed Lion was extremely powerful; it was only this broken because its opponent was him.

Any other prodigy would find it nearly impossible to crush the Nine-Headed Lion into this state.

“Yes…” the Nine-Headed Lion bowed its head.

Seeing this, many cultivators felt waves of shock surge through their hearts.

Tearing apart the Devouring Sky Sparrow, subduing the Nine-Headed Lion.

To ordinary people, these feats were impossible.

Jun Xiaoyao accomplished them effortlessly.

Long Bichi drew a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.

She finally understood why her ancestor had warned her so sternly.

“Long Haotian didn’t die unjustly…” her heroic, beautiful eyes held profound caution.

At the same time, she recalled the prodigy still in seclusion, fusing the Dragon Essence.

“I wonder if Long Ao, having fused seven Dragon Essences and the Emperor Dragon Blood, could defeat the Jun family’s divine heir?”

On the other side, Ji Xuan, Xiao Chen, and others had raised Jun Xiaoyao’s danger level to its peak.

At this moment, strange phenomena emerged again from the earth fissure—gray mist churned, light surged.

“The Supreme Secret Treasury has finally opened!”

All cultivators and ancient creatures snapped to attention.

Jun Xiaoyao gazed toward it, but his mind received no system prompt for signing in.

“Looks like I must go deeper into the Yuan Tian Secret Treasury to sign in,” Jun Xiaoyao thought silently.

“Go!”

Ji Xuan and others, their eyes gleaming, surged with magic power that enveloped their bodies, plunging straight down.

As one moved, all followed—the other cultivators rushed after them without hesitation.

As for Long Bichi, after glancing at Jun Xiaoyao, she ultimately abandoned the idea of provoking him.

“Originally, I came here to deal with Jun Xiaoyao and uphold the prestige of my Ancestral Dragon Nest—but now I see I vastly underestimated the situation.”

“I’ll focus on finding the ancient dragon bones instead,” Long Bichi thought to herself.

She had originally come primarily to trouble Jun Xiaoyao, secondarily to seek the ancient dragon bones.

But now, having witnessed Jun Xiaoyao’s power firsthand, Long Bichi quietly prioritized finding the ancient dragon bones above all else.

Seeing Long Bichi obediently enter the earth fissure, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly: “At least she’s sensible…”

“Let’s go,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, riding the Nine-Headed Lion as he led the way into the fissure.

Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Linglong, Jun Wanjie, and Jiang Sheng followed closely behind.

As soon as they entered the fissure, thick gray mist rolled toward them.

Far denser than outside.

Many cultivators who rushed in blindly soon lost their minds, their eyes turning red from the mist’s corruption.

This dense gray mist could not be fully blocked even by magic power.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao casually swept his hand, crushing several cultivators who had gone mad with a single palm strike.

Soon, he carved a path to the bottom of the fissure.

Before him stretched a magnificent underground palace, a supreme aura radiating from its depths.

Jun Xiaoyao released his soul force, using his spiritual sense to probe briefly.

The entire palace seemed divided into two layers: outer and inner.

The outer layer could be entered by most, but the inner layer likely required the Yuan Tian Supreme Seal.

“Looks like I must enter the inner layer to sign in,” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

At this moment, Ji Xuan had already darted toward the palace, a faint smile on his lips, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

“Hm? Is he…?” Jun Xiaoyao noticed Ji Xuan’s expression and narrowed his eyes in thought.

Ji Xuan’s demeanor suggested he knew some hidden secrets of the Supreme Secret Treasury.

“Ji Xuan, you’ll be my treasure-hunting rat,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Meanwhile, he also noticed Xiao Chen rushing toward another entrance of the palace.

Jun Xiaoyao knew Xiao Chen was a man of fortune—he would surely gain great rewards within this secret treasury.

Thinking of this, Jun Xiaoyao turned his head and said: “Wanjie, I have a task for you.”

“Yes, Master, please instruct,” Jun Wanjie bowed respectfully.

Jun Xiaoyao whispered his orders; Jun Wanjie nodded and vanished in a flash.

“Heh… the entire Yuan Tian Secret Treasury is now under my control.”

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, utterly confident.