Chapter 833: Confronting the Quasi-Supreme, the eight directions are shaken, alarming the old antiques deep within the Imperial City

In the distance, magic power surged as a middle-aged man in brocade robes stepped through the void.

He was a manager of the Cai clan named Cai Ji, with a cultivation base at the Quasi-Supreme Realm.

The true bigwigs of the Cai clan were all deep within the Imperial City or stationed at the border; they had no time to stay in the clan.

Seeing the bloody scene before him and the pathetic state of Cai Song, Cai Ji's expression turned cold.

"Jun Xiaoyao, this is the Primordial Imperial City, not the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain."

"In the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, your Jun clan can cover the sky with one hand, but here, it is better to follow the rules," Cai Ji said coldly.

Although Jun Xiaoyao had killed a descendant of the Border-Guard lineage, he could not easily make a move against him.

There was only one reason.

That was Jun Jun Wu Hui!

After all, Jun Jun Wu Hui also held great prestige here at the border.

However, Jun Jun Wu Hui's recent disappearance had stirred up quite a storm.

"Clan Uncle, that Jun Xiaoyao is wantonly slaughtering people of our Border-Guard lineage; you must uphold justice for me!"

Cai Song cried out as he reached Cai Ji's side.

"Enough! Crying and wailing, what kind of decorum is this!" Cai Ji shouted.

Even he found it hard to watch.

However, regarding Cai Song, the Saint Protector Xing, and the mysterious lord behind him, Cai Ji was indeed aware.

He had been turning a blind eye to it.

After all, even he was shocked by the background of that mysterious lord.

It could be said that if they could truly cling to that lord's thigh, their Cai clan would indeed have the possibility of becoming even more prosperous.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you have already killed the person; let us each take a step back. As for the Pang and Hong clans, I will handle them. How about that?" Cai Ji said.

"Hand him over," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

He did not show the slightest respect for Cai Ji just because he was a Quasi-Supreme.

"Yu Chanjuan is to be offered to that lord; it is impossible to hand her over," Cai Song objected.

The arrival of Cai Ji, a Quasi-Supreme powerhouse, allowed Cai Song to regain his composure, and he became fearless.

No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, he could only show off at the Nine Stages of Saint Communion.

A powerhouse at the Seventh Realm of the Supreme was not someone a Saint Realm cultivator could provoke.

"It seems you really want to die."

Cold light erupted in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes as he struck again, suppressing Cai Song.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you have gone too far," Cai Ji said lightly.

The Great Saint Realm was indeed very strong.

But before him, a Quasi-Supreme, what waves could he possibly make?

Cai Ji slapped out, the might of the Quasi-Supreme vast and sweeping away.

Jun Xiaoyao suppressed Cai Song with one hand while simultaneously unleashing the power of two hundred and sixty Sumeru worlds within his body, his Saint Body Qi and blood surging as he struck at Cai Ji.

"What! The Jun clan's Divine Son has actually attacked the Quasi-Supreme Cai Ji!"

All the heaven's pride experts were as if petrified.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that a Great Saint would dare to attack a Quasi-Supreme.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot..." Just as Cai Ji finished saying this, he immediately felt a boundless, terrifying pressure crushing down.

It was as if world after world was rolling over him.

The power of two hundred and sixty Sumeru worlds was terrifying to the extreme.

The void was crushed, and all sorts of chaotic Qi and spatial turbulence were diffusing.

It even triggered the defenses of the Primordial Imperial City, with many ancient defensive Dao patterns appearing.

Boom!

A terrifying collision erupted with ten thousand acres of magic power waves; Jun Xiaoyao and Cai Ji were both shaken back almost simultaneously.

But while being shaken back, Jun Xiaoyao pointed a finger.

"No!"

The fearlessness on Cai Song's face instantly turned into despair.

Puchi!

A single finger strike!

Cai Song, dead!

"Jun Xiaoyao, you!" Cai Ji's expression froze, completely unable to believe it.

The expressions of everyone around were the same as his.

Eyes widened, mouths agape, souls trembling, scalps tingling!

That was a Quasi-Supreme, a bigwig who had stepped into the Seventh Realm of the Supreme.

To actually fight Jun Xiaoyao to a draw—what was this?

Even the reincarnated Buddha Son, the Yanmo Heavenly Son, and other supreme taboo heaven's pride experts found it difficult to remain calm upon seeing this scene.

In all fairness, if they used some trump cards, they could also resist a Quasi-Supreme for a few moves.

But the problem was, Jun Xiaoyao had struck casually, not unleashing a true trump card or great divine ability.

The gap here was huge.

"Your name is Cai Ji? You really are a 'Cai Ji' (weakling/chicken)," Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

This Cai Ji was considered weak even among Quasi-Supremes.

He probably hadn't been on the foreign battlefield much.

"Junior, you are arrogant!"

Cai Ji was furious.

He was a Quasi-Supreme, yet this junior at the Great Saint Realm had killed Cai Song right under his nose.

And he had even traded a palm strike with him.

However, what shocked Cai Ji was that Jun Xiaoyao's divine power was simply as vast as the universe.

Perhaps the physical strength of some Supreme powerhouses was not even as good as Jun Xiaoyao's.

Let alone him, a Quasi-Supreme.

"Today, I will replace Jun Jun Wu Hui and educate you," Cai Ji said coldly.

He naturally couldn't kill Jun Xiaoyao; the consequences would be too terrifying.

But teaching him a lesson was possible.

Who knew that upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao's expression suddenly turned cold, and he shouted: "What are you? Do you have the qualifications to educate me on behalf of my father?"

Jun Jun Wu Hui was not someone a small Cai clan Quasi-Supreme could compare to.

Boom!

The two exchanged another move, and what made everyone's jaws drop was...

Even though Cai Ji had moved seriously, he still couldn't suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

"He really is a 'Cai Ji' (chicken)!" Yu Yunshang laughed.

And at the same time, deep within the Primordial Imperial City.

Inside a certain spatial fault.

Some old antiques with high seniority were sitting cross-legged, cultivating.

Suddenly, these old antiques opened their eyes one after another, waking from their cultivation.

"What is going on? The Imperial City's defensive array patterns have been activated?"

"There is the aura of a Supreme-level battle!"

"Could it be that a foreign Supreme has infiltrated the Imperial City?"

"Eh, that aura, it's someone from the Cai clan!" an old antique said.

In the crowd, an old man in green robes had his expression change.

He was an ancestor of the Cai clan named Cai Chong.

"It's that brat Cai Ji—no, his opponent, that aura..."

As if sensing something, Cai Chong's expression went from confusion to shock.

"Damn it, don't tell me they provoked that family?" Cai Chong hurriedly stood up.

At this border, there were quite a few old Border-Guard remnants who were aligned with that family.

"Fellow Daoist Cai Chong, what is it?"

An old man in blue robes and an old woman in red robes stepped forward.

They were ancestors of the Pang and Hong clans.

The three clans were relatively close.

"Something happened." Cai Chong didn't look back and left the space.

The ancestors of the other two clans also exchanged glances, suspicious, and followed.

At about the same time.

In another space, there was a tall tower.

Sitting on the tower was an old man in hemp robes.

His body was wrapped in chaos Qi, breathing incessantly, and the space rippled with countless waves.

This was clearly a terrifying powerhouse at the Seventh Realm of the Supreme, the Chaos Dao Venerable level!

But what was most eye-catching was that there were four terrifying claw marks on the old man's forehead.

Those were permanent scars left from his battle with a top powerhouse of the foreign Wicked Dragon lineage.

Because of the four scars on his forehead, people in the Primordial Imperial City and the border called him Scar Ba Ba Siye.

Scar Ba Ba Siye was a border remnant with extremely high seniority and status.

Several generations of his ancestors had died on the foreign battlefield, tragically, leaving only him behind.

This kind of sacrifice gave Scar Ba Ba Siye extremely high prestige in the Primordial Imperial City and the border.

He was almost a veteran figure of the Border-Guard lineage.

Even some ancestors of the Border-Guard families had to respectfully bow when they saw him.

At this moment, Scar Ba Ba Siye, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his old eyes.

There was a trace of shock in his eyes.

"That aura, it is the bloodline of my benefactor!"

Scar Ba Ba Siye stood up, his body's chaos Qi rolling, surging like a tide.

But, as if sensing something, a trace of unprecedented anger appeared in his eyes.

"Damn it, my benefactor has guarded the border for many years, his prestige shaking the foreign lands, yet his bloodline is being suppressed in the Imperial City!"

"Who did it? I'll peel their skin off!"

Scar Ba Ba Siye roared.

This feeling was like a blood-iron general guarding the border for the country, going through fire and water.

Yet his offspring were being bullied.

How could one not be angry?

Scar Ba Ba Siye tore through the void and left, carrying monstrous anger!