Chapter 70: The Anomaly of the Supreme Bone, Still Crushing Ji Xuan—the Final Gambit!

Ji Xuan threw another punch, but this time the intent behind it differed from before.

This punch carried the aura of life, death, and cyclical extinction—far stronger than his previous Royal Way punch.

Even Jun Xuehuang, Jun Zhangjian, and others felt an extreme danger emanating from this punch.

“Divine Son, be careful!” they couldn’t help but warn.

“Xiaoyao, watch yourself,” Jiang Sheng also spoke in warning.

But Jun Xiaoyao himself remained unmoved, watching the incoming fist, his eyes flickering with surprise.

For he felt that when Ji Xuan’s punch intent surged forth, his own Supreme Bone trembled slightly in his chest.

“What is this? Could the object Ji Xuan holds be somehow linked to my Supreme Bone?” Jun Xiaoyao murmured inwardly.

His Supreme Bone had already awakened Heavenly Tribulation Light and the full version of Heavenly Hand.

But the power of the Supreme Bone was certainly not limited to this.

It still held greater potential to be unlocked.

And now, upon sensing this life-death cyclical punch intent, his Supreme Bone had reacted.

“Interesting.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze flashed, and his five fingers clenched into a fist.

Seventy thousand giant elephant particles exploded fully, golden magic power surging as it coalesced into the ancient divine elephant that crushed the cosmos.

He once again activated the ancestral dragon nest’s technique: Dragon Fist.

Dragon qi coiled around his arms, taking the form of a blue dragon—the very dragon qi he had seized from Xiao Chen.

Dual reinforcement of dragon and elephant granted Jun Xiaoyao, in every gesture, a divine might capable of shattering heaven and splitting earth!

Jun Xiaoyao thrust forward his fist, dragon and elephant following in wake—the tremors struck fear into the heart!

The air ahead seemed pushed aside by this overwhelming power, forming a vacuum zone!

This punch was astonishing!

“Annihilation Life Fist!”

Seeing this, Ji Xuan let out a long roar and unleashed his utmost strength.

Magic power and divine energy poured wildly into the Saint-King’s hand bone.

Symbols burned into the surrounding void, a Saint-level aura pressing outward.

Simultaneously, the metal clutched in his fist infused his Annihilation Life Fist with the force of life-death cyclical extinction!

Any prodigy facing these two techniques would feel utter despair, utterly unable to resist!

Boom!

Like a meteor colliding with Earth, their fists met—violent magic waves erupted, leveling the surrounding land, deep fissures spreading in all directions.

In this ultimate collision, Ji Xuan was blasted backward, blood spraying from his mouth.

His wrist bones shattered, his entire arm slightly twisted, skin and veins rupturing under the divine force.

The dark metal he held could no longer be gripped, flying free from his grasp.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out, snatching the metal into his hand.

“Jun Xiaoyao, give it back!” Ji Xuan came to a stop after smashing through several ruined pavilions.

He coughed blood nonstop, his expression shocked and furious.

Ji Xuan never imagined that even with his full strength, he was no match for Jun Xiaoyao’s single blow.

Worse—he had lost that vital object.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored Ji Xuan, instead idly playing with the metal in his hand.

This time, his chest’s Supreme Bone sent a clear, urgent craving.

“Could this metal be… Cyclical Dao Gold?” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Born into an ancient clan, his perspective was far from ordinary.

He had seen countless rare treasures.

Cyclical Dao Gold was a celestial metal, capable of forging the Emperor’s Dao-Confirming weapon—extremely rare.

Even this tiny sliver, no larger than a fingernail, would spark a frenzy among Saints in the outside world.

But sadly, this sliver of Cyclical Dao Gold had lost its essence, retaining only faint traces of cyclical intent.

Ji Xuan had used this cyclical intent to amplify the power of his Annihilation Life Fist.

Yet before Jun Xiaoyao, it still fell short.

“Ji Xuan, you actually have something like this,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

“Give it back!” Ji Xuan’s face darkened.

At that moment, Jiang Shengyi said, “I’ve heard that within the Saint Spirit Academy, there’s an ancient Cyclical Saint Spirit left over from antiquity—could this sliver of Cyclical Dao Gold be a shed residue from it?”

“So that’s how it is?” Jun Xiaoyao realized.

Ji Xuan also held the title of Saint Spirit Academy’s Saint Son.

It was plausible he obtained this sliver of Cyclical Dao Gold.

“If so, I’ll have to pay a visit to the Saint Spirit Academy someday—this may relate to my Supreme Bone’s evolution.” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He looked at Ji Xuan and said calmly, “I thought it was something special, but it’s just residue—how could you treat this as treasure?”

With that, Jun Xiaoyao crushed it into powder with one hand.

Cyclical Dao Gold devoid of essence shattered easily.

Ji Xuan’s face flushed crimson with rage.

He had never endured such humiliation.

Yet even as fury burned within him, a sense of helplessness spread.

He had still clung to hope—that even if he couldn’t defeat Jun Xiaoyao, he could at least fight him.

But cruel reality told him otherwise.

The gap between him and Jun Xiaoyao remained a chasm.

What was a Minor Saint? Nothing before the Jun Clan’s Divine Son!

“No—I haven’t lost yet. The entire secret realm is still under my control. If I can obtain that treasure, surpassing Jun Xiaoyao is not impossible!”

Thinking of this, Ji Xuan rallied himself once more.

He pulled out the ancient talisman and poured magic power into it.

Instantly, array patterns spread from the ground, centered on the black divine tower—every corner of the secret realm was now covered in star-track-like array lines.

Simultaneously, the ground trembled, and hundreds of demonic corpses burst forth from the earth.

They ignored Ji Xuan, who held the talisman, and charged straight toward Jun Xiaoyao and the others.

Any ordinary prodigy seeing this scene would be terrified out of their wits.

But Jun Xiaoyao remained calm.

“Is this your last resort?” Jun Xiaoyao dismissed it.

“Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, accept this gift. Next time we meet, I may be the one crushing you!”

With those words, Ji Xuan flashed away, vanishing into the black divine tower.

“Pathetic!”

Jun Xiaoyao sneered, raising his hand.

Surging magic power surged forth—a stunning sword intent erupted from within Jun Xiaoyao.

A brilliant, dazzling blade of light slashed through the air, manifesting the phantom of a celestial deity, its piercing edge seeming to tear space apart.

One sweep of the sword carved a deep trench forward—hundreds of demonic corpses vanished instantly.

They may have been powerful in life, but now that they were dead, their magic power had drained and been corrupted by the gray mist—their strength greatly diminished.

Even so, these demonic corpses could still threaten the lives of prodigies at the Divine Bridge or Unification realm.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao obliterated hundreds with a mere wave of his hand!

Ji Xuan, watching from within the black tower, broke into a cold sweat.

Even during their battle, Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t even summoned the Murderous Immortal Sword Art!

“The wheat I intend to harvest—how could it ever escape my palm?”

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, demonic wings unfurled, his speed skyrocketing as he surged toward the black tower.

Seeing this, Ji Xuan hastily activated the Ji Clan’s divine body technique, Void Stepping, his form flickering across space toward the tower’s peak.

Victory or defeat.

This was the final gambit!