Chapter 87

Above the heavens, a golden chariot was pulled by nine-headed lions.

Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white robes, stood upon it, hands behind his back, sleeves fluttering like a god ruling heaven and earth.

At this moment, Bai Yuer and the people of the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with immense excitement and fervor, as if gazing upon a supreme savior.

Beyond the three layers of snow upon his body, who in all the world dares wear white?

Jun Xiaoyao is their god.

“How is this possible? How could the Jun family possibly have come?”

The rulers of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise kingdoms all turned slightly pale.

Though they were saints of the highest rank, facing the colossal Jun family still stirred within them a sense of dread.

Not even supreme sovereigns dared to provoke the Jun family.

Now, though they had not seen any saint from the Jun family arrive, Jun Xiaoyao alone carried sufficient intimidating power.

Jun Xiaoyao was not a saint, yet his intimidation surpassed that of a saint!

For to oppose Jun Xiaoyao was essentially to oppose the Jun family.

Who in the ancient world dared provoke the Jun family?

“Divine Son!”

Bai Yuer and others gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, their hearts brimming with joy.

“The Divine Son has finally arrived,” murmured the Vermilion Kingdom’s ruler, secretly exhaling in relief.

Originally, the Vermilion Kingdom’s ruler had harbored a slight resentment toward submitting to Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, that resentment vanished completely.

In the end, it was Jun Xiaoyao who would save the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom.

Jun Xiaoyao lowered his gaze slightly, looking down at the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s army, reduced to merely tens of thousands.

He waved his hand lightly.

The Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain immediately obeyed, transforming into four torrents that pierced through all, charging toward the three kingdoms’ million-strong allied army.

It was unimaginable that an army of only forty thousand could charge against a million.

Yet the outcome was astonishing.

The million-strong army could not halt the assault of the four units.

Before the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, the allied forces were utterly powerless.

After only a few charges back and forth, over a hundred thousand soldiers of the three kingdoms’ alliance had perished!

This was terrifying, chilling to the bone!

“The Jun family’s Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain are too strong!”

“Demons—they are demons!”

“Run, run!”

Soldiers from all sides trembled in fear; the million-strong army shattered into chaos.

Meanwhile, the surviving soldiers of the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom let out cathartic roars and began to counterattack.

“This…”

Above the heavens, the rulers of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise kingdoms stared in stunned silence.

Even they had not anticipated the Jun family’s army being this powerful.

Only forty thousand men had instantly shattered their million-strong force.

“Divine Son of the Jun family, what do you intend?” asked the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler, voice heavy.

“What do I intend? Simple…” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Then he raised his brows, his eyes surging with cold fury: “Either retreat… or I exterminate your nine clans.”

His words fell like thunder from a clear sky.

All million present were stunned.

Shouldn’t such words come from emperors like the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler?

Yet now, spoken by Jun Xiaoyao, no one felt the slightest discord.

The status of the Jun family’s Divine Son was not comparable to that of a mere kingdom’s emperor.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you—” The Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler’s face flushed crimson and pale, his saintly aura bursting uncontrollably.

“I stand right here. Dare you strike?”

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve, stepped across the heavens, and stood opposite the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler.

Though only at the Cultivation Realm of Guiyi, he showed no fear before the Saint Realm Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler.

Indeed, his aura made it seem as if Jun Xiaoyao were the sovereign, and the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler his subject.

“Is this the might of the Jun family’s Divine Son?”

Below, every single person of the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom trembled with excitement at this sight.

In Bai Yuer’s crimson eyes burned intense worship and fervor.

“Jun Xiaoyao, don’t push too far—we are acting under the Young Master’s orders,” the ruler of the Azure Dragon Kingdom said heavily.

He dared not face the Jun family himself, so he invoked the Young Master lurking behind him.

“Oh?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze sharpened.

He had long suspected someone stood behind the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom.

Now it was confirmed.

And whoever could command the rulers of the three kingdoms so thoroughly must have an astonishing identity and origin.

Yet how could Jun Xiaoyao fear them?

No matter how great their identity or origin, could they match him in battle?

“Whoever stands behind you—I will not tolerate their wrath!” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed with cold light.

He raised his hand, two fingers forming a sword.

Vast sword qi erupted, overwhelming sword intent surged!

A brilliant, world-shining blade of light, accompanied by countless celestial and divine shadows, swept downward from Jun Xiaoyao’s hand!

The blade’s brilliance was astonishing!

It was the first technique of the Killing Immortal Sword Art: Immortal’s Fall.

BOOM!

A ten-thousand-zhang blade of light crashed from the heavens into the million-strong army!

Instantly, blood sprayed, countless screams erupted.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were obliterated by a single strike!

The three kingdoms’ alliance, already shaken by the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, shattered instantly and fled in all directions!

Seeing this, the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler burned with rage, barely restraining himself from attacking.

But remembering the consequences of striking Jun Xiaoyao, he forced himself to hold back.

“Retreat!” The Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler’s eyes flickered with struggle, but he gave the order.

If they delayed further, how many of the million would remain?

And he dared not confront Jun Xiaoyao—he could only retreat and leave the decision to that Young Master.

If that Young Master himself intervened, the ruler of the Azure Dragon Kingdom would no longer bear the Jun family’s wrath.

Hearing the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s ruler order retreat, the White Tiger and Black Tortoise Kingdoms’ rulers also withdrew.

Within moments, the million-strong army dwindled to barely sixty thousand, fleeing like beaten dogs.

In little more than a breath, the once-mighty three kingdoms’ alliance vanished from sight.

Jun Xiaoyao watched the retreat of the Azure Dragon Kingdom’s rulers but did not press further.

For the rulers of the three kingdoms were not the most important.

The most important figure was the Young Master behind them.

What was his purpose in uniting the four ancient kingdoms?

Was he merely seeking to claim them as his own forces?

Precisely because he wished to uncover this mystery, Jun Xiaoyao chose to cast a long line and lure the big fish.

The surviving generals and soldiers of the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom wore expressions of relief and joy.

They gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, their eyes filled with deep gratitude.

Without Jun Xiaoyao, the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom would have either been destroyed or forced into submission.

Above, the Vermilion Kingdom’s ruler bowed deeply to Jun Xiaoyao: “Thank you, Divine Son. Had you not come, the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom would have perished today.”

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand slightly: “The Vermilion Ancient Kingdom is my force—I would never let it perish.”

“Divine Son,” Bai Yuer also bowed deeply to Jun Xiaoyao.

“Hmm. Don’t celebrate too soon—your enemy’s Young Master won’t let this slide,” Jun Xiaoyao said.