Chapter 72: Braving the Supreme Demonic Corpse, Ji Xuan Is Going Mad!

This collision was like planets crashing, its ripples terrifying to the extreme, as if the entire depths of the secret realm had been swept clean by the shockwave.

Jiang Shengyi and the others felt a deafening buzz in their minds, their faces instantly turning ashen.

That was a Supreme-level demonic corpse!

Even if its current power was less than one ten-thousandth of its peak, it was still beyond the capability of a Divine Bridge cultivator to oppose.

“Xiaoyao!” Jiang Shengyi’s immortal face paled.

She couldn’t imagine what she would do if Jun Xiaoyao truly came to harm—how she would face Jiang Rou.

She had promised to look after Jun Xiaoyao within the secret realm, yet now she could only watch helplessly.

Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the others also felt their hearts tremble.

On the other side, Ji Xuan rushed toward the coffin while glancing back at Jun Xiaoyao.

He refused to believe Jun Xiaoyao could remain unscathed this time.

The violent explosions gradually faded, and through the swirling dust, two figures retreated simultaneously.

Jun Xiaoyao’s figure appeared.

Still clad in spotless white robes, still bearing that calm, serene face.

Only his brows were slightly furrowed, carrying a hint of gravity.

Within his chest, his blood qi stirred slightly; his arms felt numb.

Opposite him, the Supreme demonic corpse also revealed its form—its body showed no visible damage.

After all, it had been a Supreme cultivator in life; even if its flesh had decayed and weakened countless times, it could not be casually destroyed.

When she saw Jun Xiaoyao emerge unharmed, Jiang Shengyi’s breath seemed to stop.

Then, profound joy spilled from her luminous eyes.

“Thank the heavens!” Jiang Shengyi lightly stepped forward, darting toward him.

“The Divine Son is unharmed!” Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and Jun Wanjie also showed expressions of relief and delight.

In their eyes burned intense, fervent worship.

Their Divine Son, at the Divine Bridge realm, had stood against a Supreme-level demonic corpse.

Not only had he not perished—he hadn’t even suffered a single scratch!

If this news spread, the entire Immortal Realm would erupt, go mad!

Throughout the entire history of the Immortal Realm, who had ever stood against a Supreme-level force at the Divine Bridge realm—even a corpse?

No one!

“This is insane!”

Even Ji Xuan, known for his calm and reserved nature, stood frozen, unable to help blurting out a curse he’d never spoken before.

This was too absurd!

Was Jun Xiaoyao even human?

He’d stood against a Supreme demonic corpse at the Divine Bridge realm—and hadn’t been hurt?

Who would believe it? Not even a ghost would believe it!

At this moment, Ji Xuan fully doubted whether Jun Xiaoyao was the reincarnation of some ancient Grand Emperor—otherwise, how could he be this strong?

“Monster! Jun Xiaoyao is nothing but a complete, utter monster!”

Ji Xuan was nearly driven mad, losing all composure, cursing nonstop, swearing inwardly.

With such a prodigy alive, how could any other genius in this age compete?

Who could possibly match Jun Xiaoyao?

Even their Ji family’s peerless beauty, the current Holy Maiden of the Human Immortal Sect, would be no match.

“Forget it—first, find the treasure. That Supreme demonic corpse can keep Jun Xiaoyao occupied.”

Ji Xuan thought to himself, completely abandoning any thought of challenging Jun Xiaoyao.

He now only wanted to find the great fortune inside the coffin and leave immediately.

If he obtained that fortune, perhaps he’d stand a chance against Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally noticed Ji Xuan’s movements. He turned his head and said, “Zhangjian, Xuehuang, Wanjie—go stop Ji Xuan. Don’t let him take the treasure and escape.”

“And what about you, Divine Son?” Jun Xuehuang asked.

They still wished to help Jun Xiaoyao fight the Supreme demonic corpse.

“I can handle it here.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“I’ll help you.” Jiang Shengyi stood firmly beside Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao blinked in surprise. “That’s a Supreme demonic corpse—it’s far too dangerous.”

“I’m your little aunt. Who else would help you? If I just stood by and watched you get hurt, Sister Jiang Rou would scold me.” Jiang Shengyi smiled faintly, her expression radiant.

She would never let Jun Xiaoyao face the Supreme demonic corpse alone.

Jun Xiaoyao gave a slight nod, saying nothing.

This wasn’t the time for sentiment.

He would remember this debt.

Roar!

The Supreme demonic corpse charged again, unleashing a torrent of malevolent energy—its mere aura could shatter the spiritual palace of a Divine Bridge prodigy.

“This demonic corpse is quite troublesome,” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

Hearing this, Jiang Shengyi was momentarily speechless.

Was that even human speech?

To other prodigies, the Supreme demonic corpse was nearly invincible—yet to Jun Xiaoyao, it was merely “troublesome.”

Jun Xiaoyao raised one hand, releasing dragon qi that coalesced into a lifelike, true dragon.

It was the ancestral dragon nest technique: True Dragon Binding Heaven Art.

With his other hand, he activated the Art of War and Destruction—thousands of golden divine weapons materialized in the void, transforming into swords, spears, halberds, and more, forming a world-shaking flood.

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed both powerful techniques simultaneously, colliding again with the Supreme demonic corpse.

The Supreme demonic corpse possessed no magic power or divine arts—only its decaying flesh fought against Jun Xiaoyao.

This made Jun Xiaoyao increasingly aware of the Supreme cultivator’s supreme might.

Remember, this Yuan Tian Supreme demonic corpse possessed only one ten-thousandth of its former power.

From this, one could infer just how terrifying a true Supreme cultivator must be.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao believed that, with his talent, becoming a Supreme cultivator was merely a matter of time.

Boom!

Another massive shockwave spread outward as Jun Xiaoyao and the Supreme demonic corpse both retreated again.

Jun Xiaoyao’s arms were numb; his chest churned with blood qi.

“I’ve never felt this before,” Jun Xiaoyao said, not discouraged, but intrigued.

Unfortunately, this Supreme demonic corpse could only stir his blood qi—it couldn’t truly make him bleed or be wounded.

Since birth, Jun Xiaoyao had never truly been injured.

Seeing this, Jiang Shengyi also intervened from the side, aiding Jun Xiaoyao.

Above the divine tower, Ji Xuan discovered a simple wooden box inside the coffin.

The box looked utterly ordinary.

Yet within the entire coffin, it was the only object present.

“That’s it!” Ji Xuan’s eyes burned with desire.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning pierced through—Ji Xuan sidestepped, his expression hardening.

“How dare you touch what the Master seeks?”

Jun Wanjie and the others darted forward.

“Damn it! Why aren’t you helping Jun Xiaoyao? Do you want him to die at the hands of the Supreme demonic corpse?” Ji Xuan’s face darkened.

“We have full faith in the Master’s strength. You won’t be taking this item away.” Jun Wanjie’s tone was cold.

Meanwhile, some remaining demonic corpses that hadn’t been fully cleared climbed up the divine tower.

Since Ji Xuan held the ancient talisman, they redirected their targets toward Jun Wanjie and the others.

“Zhangjian, Xuehuang—deal with those demonic corpses. I’ll handle Ji Xuan.” Jun Wanjie said.

“Understood!”

Jun Zhangjian and the others nodded.

Next came the great battles.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang fought the demonic corpses; Jun Wanjie blocked Ji Xuan, preventing him from taking the wooden box and fleeing.

But the main battlefield remained Jun Xiaoyao versus the Supreme demonic corpse.

If Jun Xiaoyao failed, Jun Wanjie and the others would have to rush to his aid—and Ji Xuan could then seize the wooden box.

Yet in Ji Xuan’s eyes, Jun Xiaoyao merely holding his own against the Supreme demonic corpse was already a miracle.

That Jun Xiaoyao could defeat it? Ji Xuan would never believe it—even if he died.

“Jun Wanjie, stop wasting your effort. I only need to wait until Jun Xiaoyao is defeated by the Supreme demonic corpse—then I’ll take the box.” Ji Xuan spoke confidently.

It was an open strategy, so he had no fear of stating it aloud.

“The Master’s capabilities are beyond your comprehension,” Jun Wanjie said coldly, holding absolute faith in Jun Xiaoyao.

“Hah! If Jun Xiaoyao is strong enough to defeat a Supreme demonic corpse, then I’ll stand on my head and piss!” Ji Xuan sneered, his words dripping with mockery.

"You will regret this," Jun Wanjie said with deep, piercing eyes.