Chapter 75

From the moment he saw Jun Xiaoyao suppress the Supreme Demon Corpse with his Sacred Body phenomenon, Ji Xuan sensed something was amiss.

Now, seeing the Demon Corpse utterly annihilated by Jun Xiaoyao, his face turned as pale as paper.

It felt like being thrown into a freezing pool during the dead of winter, his whole body trembling.

He had always planned to seize the wooden box and immediately escape using a Grand Teleportation Talisman.

But Jun Wanjie stubbornly clung to him, preventing him from breaking free.

“Ji Xuan, weren’t you saying that if the Young Master defeated the Supreme Demon Corpse, you’d stand on your head and piss? Come on, I’m watching.” Jun Wanjie sneered mockingly.

Hearing this, Ji Xuan’s face turned green with humiliation, his cheeks burning with shame.

“Damn it, I must get that wooden box!” Ji Xuan gritted his teeth, his expression twisted with fury.

Jun Xiaoyao’s displayed abilities were nearly shattering his Dao heart.

Who else could possibly eliminate a Supreme Demon Corpse?

Though many factors contributed to it.

But the outcome was undeniable.

If he could obtain what was inside the wooden box, Ji Xuan might still have a chance to contend with Jun Xiaoyao in the future.

But if he failed, Ji Xuan would spend his entire life living under Jun Xiaoyao’s shadow.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuan’s expression hardened, and he immediately activated a forbidden technique of the Ji Clan.

Instantly, his body erupted in blood, his vital energy burned, his realm surged upward, and finally reached the peak of Guiyi Realm.

“Get out of my way!”

Ji Xuan’s aura surged violently, and his right arm fused with the Saint-King’s bone slammed a punch toward Jun Wanjie.

Even Jun Wanjie, caught off guard, was instantly thrown back.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang only then reacted, but it was already too late to reach him.

Seizing the opportunity, Ji Xuan snatched the wooden box in one hand.

“Ha! The greatest opportunity within this Supreme Relic is mine! Jun Xiaoyao, next time we meet, prepare to be astonished!”

Ji Xuan let out a loud laugh and prepared to activate his Grand Teleportation Talisman to escape.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao’s expression carried a faint, mocking sneer.

“To deliver utter despair just as you’re filled with hope—surely that taste is exquisite,” Jun Xiaoyao murmured with a cold smile.

He directly activated the Yuan Huang Dao Sword within his divine palace at his third eye.

A brilliant divine light shot forth from his brow, suffused with Daoic principles.

From within the light, a radiant chain of cosmic order flew out, transforming into a golden short sword, no more than an inch long, hurtling straight toward Ji Xuan.

It was the Yuan Huang Dao Sword!

The Yuan Huang Dao Sword—one of the Five Divine Scriptures, famed alongside the Lu Xian Sword Art.

Though Jun Xiaoyao’s current use of it could never match the terrifying power of Yuan Tian the Supreme, it was still no trivial matter.

As the short sword surged forward, Daoic principles spread, and the surrounding void seemed to tear apart with piercing shrieks.

It was too sudden—no one anticipated it.

Ji Xuan didn’t anticipate it either.

And the Yuan Huang Dao Sword moved too swiftly.

Ji Xuan had no time to summon any protective artifact.

Puch!

In the span of a mere instant, Ji Xuan felt a searing, tearing pain.

He saw, horrified, his own right arm flying away.

“No!” Ji Xuan roared, eyes bulging with rage.

Jun Xiaoyao’s demonic wings extended behind him as his figure darted forward, his hand reaching out—he seized the Saint-King’s arm, the wooden box, and the ancient talisman all at once.

All of this occurred within a fleeting instant.

No one had expected Jun Xiaoyao to have hidden such a move!

Outside.

This scene was also reflected by the Observing Heaven Mirror, laid bare before all eyes.

“Is that… one of the Five Divine Scriptures—the Yuan Huang Dao Sword?”

“How is that possible? Isn’t that Yuan Tian the Supreme’s secret art? Rumor says it’s been lost for ages!”

“Maybe Jun Clan’s Divine Son obtained it as a relic within the secret place?”

“Holy shit, the Ji Clan’s Young Saint just had his Saint-King’s arm severed!”

Many cultivators cried out in shock.

Earlier, due to the gray mist obscuring their view, they hadn’t witnessed the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and Ji Xuan.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao had severed Ji Xuan’s greatest asset—the Saint-King’s arm—with nothing but the Yuan Huang Dao Sword in a single strike.

Absolutely brutal!

“Damn it, what are your Jun Clan’s Divine Son trying to do?”

In the sky, Ji Bangyin’s face turned livid.

He had just boasted that Ji Xuan was well-prepared and utterly secure within the relic.

He had even calmly and smugly told Jun Zhantian that he should be worried about Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, his own prodigy had lost an arm—Ji Bangyin was consumed by rage, unable to remain composed.

“Hmph, don’t worry, my grandson isn’t some monster—he won’t kill Ji Xuan,” Jun Zhantian grunted.

Just as he finished speaking,

the Observing Heaven Mirror revealed Jun Xiaoyao activating the Yuan Huang Dao Sword again—this time aimed at Ji Xuan’s head.

Clearly, he intended to kill Ji Xuan.

“Ah… this…” Jun Zhantian looked up, speechless at the heavens, pretending not to see.

Ji Xuan frantically activated his Grand Teleportation Talisman; the surrounding void rippled, and his figure vanished instantly.

Inside the relic, Jun Xiaoyao watched Ji Xuan’s empty spot and shrugged indifferently.

Whether Ji Xuan lived or died no longer mattered to him.

After all, Ji Xuan’s Dao heart was utterly shattered—he posed no threat whatsoever in the future.

And more importantly, he had already obtained the most crucial things.

The Saint-King’s arm bone, the wooden box, the ancient talisman.

Especially the wooden box—Jun Xiaoyao found it deeply intriguing.

“What exactly is the great opportunity Ji Xuan was so obsessed with?” Jun Xiaoyao examined the wooden box.

But he did not open it immediately.

Jun Xiaoyao knew the relic’s interior was surely fully exposed by the Observing Heaven Mirror.

He understood the principle: never flaunt wealth.

Though his identity deterred most from daring to target him,

other immortal factions might still take notice.

If this opportunity proved too alluring, it would attract countless demons and monsters.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately stored all these items within his space artifact.

Jiang Sheng raised no objections.

In truth, suppressing the Supreme Demon Corpse was almost entirely Jun Xiaoyao’s doing; she had merely assisted.

Thus, the opportunity rightfully belonged to Jun Xiaoyao.

As for the other three Sequence cultivators—Jun Xuehuang and the rest—they had no thoughts of claiming it.

“Everyone, let’s leave. This relic expedition has ended perfectly,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, his mood pleasant.

Four ancient dragon bones, one Supreme Ancestral Dragon bone, the wooden box, the Saint-King’s arm bone—and he’d even tamed a mount along the way.

More than perfect—this was utterly perfect.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others exited the relic’s depths and reunited with Jun Linglong and the Nine-Headed Lion.

The prodigies and cultivators from other major factions also withdrew one by one.

Yet, the moment Jun Xiaoyao and the others stepped out of the Supreme Relic,

two immense auras rose simultaneously.

One from Ji Bangyin of the Ji Clan.

One from an elder of the Azure Dragon lineage of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

“Looks like there’s a bit of trouble,” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back, a faint, elusive smile curling at his lips, speaking with calm composure.