Chapter 984

The Immortal-Demon Map, as a mark of a celestial artifact, naturally possesses undeniable power.

But the Divine Weeping Battle Spear is no ordinary weapon.

Its status as the weapon of the First Generation War God is proof enough of its value.

Jun Xiaoyao vaguely sensed that this Divine Weeping Battle Spear might be connected to the secret of the Six Destroyer Kings.

A demonic weapon of this caliber cannot be easily destroyed—even when confronted with the mark of a celestial artifact.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao swung the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, its razor-sharp blade carving cracks through empty space.

The dark-gold spear aura carried an unmatched demonic might, capable of cleaving through heaven itself.

BOOM!

As if a thousand great stars exploded simultaneously, the magical energy ripples caused the entire Purple Gold Ancient Hall to tremble violently!

Within this explosion,

Ji Qingyi’s slender body shuddered; the counterforce sent blood spurting from her lips, staining her white veil.

Even Ji Qingyi, who always planned with flawless precision, revealed a flicker of shock.

Her earlier display of weakness was meant to lull her opponent into complacency, then crush them outright with the mark of the Immortal-Demon Map.

She hadn’t expected to kill the Chaos Body outright, but at least she could injure it and buy time to retreat.

Who could have imagined the opponent possessed such a supreme demonic weapon?

“Weapons are never the core—it’s the one who wields them that matters.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was low, rich with a husky resonance.

The mark of the celestial artifact is indeed powerful, but its strength depends on who wields it.

If Jun Xiaoyao himself activated it, its power would be even greater.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seized the opportunity, using the Divine Weeping Battle Spear to resist the Immortal-Demon Map’s crushing pressure.

Simultaneously, he extended one hand and pressed down toward Ji Qingyi.

Finally, he gripped Ji Qingyi’s snow-white neck—like a swan’s—with his bare hand.

The scene froze.

“It’s over,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Ji Qingyi’s eyes darkened as she retracted the mark of the Immortal-Demon Map into her body.

Jun Xiaoyao also retracted the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

A slight squeeze of his fingers could shatter Ji Qingyi’s throat and obliterate her Primordial Spirit.

In short, Ji Qingyi’s life and death rested entirely in Jun Xiaoyao’s hands!

“I lost,” Ji Qingyi said calmly.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao did not release his grip.

This woman, Ji Qingyi, was far too calculating.

Her earlier Immortal-Demon Map strike could have severely injured an ordinary Seed-level prodigy if mishandled.

Only Jun Xiaoyao, with absolute confidence in his own strength, could handle such sudden threats.

“Why keep that bloodstained veil?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s other hand tore off Ji Qingyi’s veil.

Instantly, a face of unparalleled beauty emerged—one that dimmed heaven and earth.

Her face glowed like the full moon, her eyes held autumnal ripples, her lips were crimson pearls, her features carved from snow and jade.

Such beauty was rare in this world.

No wonder she wore the veil—anywhere she went, men would be left dazed.

Now, with blood staining her lips, she looked even more heartbreakingly lovely, evoking pity.

A normal man might have hesitated to strike.

Beneath his ghost mask, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze never changed.

This was not the first time he had seen Ji Qingyi’s true face.

Back on the seventy-second barrier of the Ancient Path, Ji Qingyi had appeared before.

She had even unveiled herself, saying her beauty had been seen by no one but Jun Xiaoyao.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, he felt nothing toward Ji Qingyi.

Neither affection nor aversion.

Though in his past life, such a woman would have been called a scheming vixen.

But as long as she didn’t scheme against or provoke him, Jun Xiaoyao had no reason to kill her—it would be meaningless.

Rather, Ji Qingyi herself had piqued his interest.

This interest was like that of a man who sees a rare creature—he wanted to study it.

What secrets did Ji Qingyi still hide?

“Will you kill me?” Ji Qingyi asked.

Her tone remained as cold and calm as ever, as if unaware of her predicament.

“Do you think I should?”

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, his fingers gripping Ji Qingyi’s snow-white chin, his body pressing close.

He could faintly feel the soft, supple curves of her slender form.

This caused Ji Qingyi’s pale face to flush slightly.

A hint of shame and irritation.

No matter how deep her schemes, how cunning her mind,

She was still a woman.

And Ji Qingyi had boundaries.

She never used her beauty or body as leverage.

In her eyes, nearly all men were filthy, foolish, and base.

That was why she wore the veil—to prevent those lustful, shameless, utterly vulgar men from catching a glimpse of her face.

Even Ji Dao Yi had never seen her true face, nor dared approach within three feet of her.

He had ultimately died, bitter and humiliated, in Ji Qingyi’s hands.

Among all men, only Jun Xiaoyao had made her pause, made her look at him differently.

In her eyes, other men were clay-made flesh; Jun Xiaoyao was water-made flesh.

Too bad, such a man she had begun to admire was gone.

“If you spare me, I’ll tell you a piece of information,” Ji Qingyi said, blinking her eyes.

“Oh? What information?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

“First, promise to let me go,” Ji Qingyi said.

“That depends on whether your information is valuable,” Jun Xiaoyao replied.

Ji Qingyi fell silent for a moment, then said: “You are one of the Six Destroyer Kings. You’re too great a threat to the Immortal Realm—you’re on the Execution Guard’s kill list.”

“They’ve brought the Ancient Ninth Killing Array specifically to hunt you down.”

Ji Qingyi’s words surprised Jun Xiaoyao, yet made perfect sense.

He knew the Immortal Realm would send forces to hunt him.

What surprised him was that they’d deployed the Ancient Ninth Killing Array.

That was the ninth most terrifying offensive array passed down from the Ancient Era.

The protective array of the Jun Clan was the Ancient Third Killing Array—its power was utterly terrifying.

As for the first and second arrays, legends claimed they were completely lost.

Though the Ancient Ninth Killing Array could not compare to the Ancient Third, it was still immensely powerful.

Sending such an array to hunt a young prodigy was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—gross overkill.

“Is this information enough?” Ji Qingyi asked.

She didn’t care if revealing this would disrupt their plans.

As long as she escaped and survived, that was all that mattered.

As long as I can free myself and save my own life, that’s enough.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, raising his hand, chaotic energy swirling around his fingers.

Then he traced a line across Ji Qingyi’s porcelain cheek, leaving a mark.

Then, it brushed across Ji Qingyi’s porcelain-smooth cheek, leaving a trail.

Ji Qingyi’s body trembled.

A mark, impossible to erase, now marred her face.

For any woman—especially one of supreme beauty—it was unbearable.

“This mark contains chaotic energy and cosmic rules. Only I can remove it. Remember that.”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled, releasing his grip on Ji Qingyi’s snow-white neck.

This was a warning—to keep her from being reckless, from thinking she could outmaneuver everyone.

It was also psychological pressure applied to Ji Qingyi.

Dealing with a woman like Ji Qingyi required no subtlety—break her, then conquer her.

With a woman like Ji Qingyi, there’s no need for roundabout ways—break her down until she cries, then conquer her.

Ji Qingyi’s full bosom rose and fell as she cast a long look at Jun Xiaoyao, then donned another veil to conceal the blemishes on her face.

She turned and flew away.

She had firmly memorized it in her heart.

It was impossible not to remember.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Ji Qingyi depart, unbothered.

He felt Ji Qingyi must be hiding secrets behind her back.

He could investigate later, once he returned to the Immortal Realm.

“Then, next is…”

Jun Xiaoyao turned and looked toward the Pool of Laws.

“The Pool of Laws, the Blood Elixir of Ten Thousand Spirits, and… the Divine Demon Ant.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes gleamed.

Had he just struck it rich?