Chapter 988: Immortal Realm Prodigies Launch a Siege, the Overconfident and Weak Long Yaoer

“Guests have arrived?” the Little Demon-Magic Ant puzzled, then its antennae trembled.

It had also sensed some qi signatures.

They were cultivators from the Immortal Realm.

“What are your plans next? If you intend to return to the Immortal Realm, never reveal my identity.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

The Little Demon-Magic Ant hesitated slightly.

It had slept for so long—it truly wanted to return to the Immortal Realm.

But then it thought of Jun Xiaoyao’s monstrous talent, and how he had helped it comprehend the Divine Demon Great Strength Technique.

The Little Demon-Magic Ant became torn.

This was clearly a great elder, a massive, thick leg to cling to.

And he was also the Divine Son of the Jun Clan.

If it clung tightly to this leg, it would always have hope of survival, no matter what calamities the Immortal Realm threw its way.

Moreover, there were almost no traces of Demon-Magic Ants left in the Immortal Realm now.

Even if Xiao Yi returned, it would find no companions.

After a moment of hesitation, it said: “Can I follow you?”

“Oh?”

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the Little Demon-Magic Ant.

To be honest, he wasn’t surprised.

Rather, it fit perfectly into his plans.

“But I’m returning to the Alien Realm.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Perfect—I’ll go to the Alien Realm too. As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll win a hundred battles. To defeat an enemy, you must first understand them.”

The Little Demon-Magic Ant clenched its tiny fists.

Its father had died at the hands of Alien Realm elites.

Several of its older brothers and sisters had either died or gone missing in battles against Alien Realm prodigies.

The entire family had been wiped out because of the Alien Realm.

This hatred was carved into its bones and blood.

The Little Demon-Magic Ant also wanted to go to the Alien Realm—to deeply understand the enemy’s nature and tactics.

“Very well. Follow me. You can pretend to be my captive and battle servant—it’ll be a bit of a hardship for you.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“No problem. This little hardship means nothing.” Xiao Yi was resolute.

Afterwards, Xiao Yi climbed onto Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulder.

Jun Xiaoyao then pulled out the Ghost Mask and slowly placed it over his face.

He immediately shot out of the Purple-Gold Ancient City.

“Wait.”

The Little Demon-Magic Ant said, then formed a secret seal with its hands.

Instantly, the entire ancient city, sheathed in Divine-Trace Purple Gold, shrank rapidly.

It became a miniature city, no larger than a palm, which the Demon-Magic Ant swallowed into its body.

This too was a treasure.

Jun Xiaoyao strolled slowly through the void from the heart of the Graveyard Forest.

In the distance, a dense sound of rushing wind approached.

They were Immortal Realm prodigies, each with formidable qi signatures.

“Found him! The Alien Realm’s Chaos Body!”

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao appear, the Immortal Realm prodigies locked their gazes onto him.

Yet upon sensing Jun Xiaoyao’s qi, their expressions all subtly changed.

Jun Xiaoyao had not deliberately released any qi.

But the faint traces of chaos energy leaking from him were causing the void to crack faintly.

“Kill!”

No words, no hesitation.

Over a hundred Immortal Realm prodigies struck simultaneously.

Each unleashed their ultimate techniques, divine arts, and top-tier forbidden methods, forming a devastating flood of power that surged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Even a young supreme would tread carefully facing such a torrent of power.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression beneath the mask remained calm.

He had no intention of slaughtering these Immortal Realm cultivators, so he merely activated his defensive measures.

Around Jun Xiaoyao, layers of divine rings manifested.

Each ring that appeared seemed to seal off all magic power, rendering all techniques powerless against him.

If the deceased Mo Jie Imperial Prince were here, he would have been furious enough to spit blood.

That was his Mo Jie Imperial Clan’s innate divine technique: the Immunity Divine Ring.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao had copied it.

The Divine Warrior’s Codex inherently possessed the ability to deconstruct and deduce other techniques.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao himself already possessed the ability to nullify magic power.

Back then, however, he didn’t know how to apply it precisely—he could only activate the power blindly.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao could manifest his magic power immunity as Immunity Divine Rings.

Fifteen layers of magic power immunity rings surrounded Jun Xiaoyao.

Making him appear like an invincible Vajra King, untouched by all arts.

This surpassed Mo Jie’s original ten rings by five.

The brilliant torrent of magic power surged toward Jun Xiaoyao, each layer of Immunity Divine Rings weakening it further.

In the end, the torrent never even pierced the fifteen layers—it was completely spent.

“How is this possible!”

All the Immortal Realm prodigies were stunned.

“It’s the Mo Jie Imperial Clan’s Immunity Divine Ring!”

Some prodigies with deeper knowledge couldn’t help exclaiming.

“Which imperial clan does this Alien Realm Chaos Body belong to?” Many Immortal Realm prodigies were utterly confused.

Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back and continued walking, showing no intention to attack these Immortal Realm cultivators.

After all, he himself was from the Immortal Realm—he wouldn’t slaughter without cause.

Of course, if he encountered enemies from hostile factions, Jun Xiaoyao would not be so merciful.

“Attack again!”

A group of prodigies, seeing this, charged once more.

“Enough.”

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward.

A thunderous boom echoed, as if a divine king trod the heavens.

Waves of chaos rippled outward, flinging the surrounding prodigies back, each spitting blood and suffering injuries.

Jun Xiaoyao had held back.

Otherwise, those hundred Immortal Realm prodigies would have been instantly pulverized into pulp.

And at that moment—

In the distance, dragon qi spread wildly as a graceful figure arrived, surging with torrential purple blood qi.

Her long purple hair flowed like silk in the wind.

A pure white long robe fluttered loudly around her.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her proud purple-gold phoenix eyes gleaming, her long, snow-white, luminous legs dazzling.

Who else but Long Yaoer?

“The Tyrant has arrived!”

Seeing Long Yaoer’s arrival, the Immortal Realm prodigies’ morale instantly lifted.

Long Yaoer had also undergone the Immortal-level Blessing.

Her current cultivation base was at the Precursor Supreme level.

Combined with her Cangtian Tyrant Body and the Golden Ancient Dragon bloodline of the Grand Void Ancient Dragon Clan,

Long Yaoer’s strength could rival a full Supreme.

Moreover, she had cultivated the Book of Life, granting her formidable recovery ability.

Thus, during this time, Long Yaoer had carved out a great reputation along the Frontier.

The Tyrant Body’s might echoed throughout the Frontier.

Of course, many believed this was only because the Saint Body was absent.

If the Saint Body were present, there would be no room for the Tyrant Body.

“You are the Alien Realm’s Chaos Body.”

Long Yaoer gazed at Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao wore a ghost mask, his white robe drifting faintly in the chaotic qi.

She never would have imagined that the one standing across from her.

Was Jun Xiaoyao, who had once haunted her with endless nightmares.

“I will use my Alien Chaotic Body to vindicate the Heavenly Overlord Body!”

Long Yaoer let out a sharp cry and lunged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

In the prior struggle between Sacred Body and Overlord Body, she was utterly defeated, even tarnishing the reputation of the Heavenly Overlord Body.

Now, she sought to subdue the Alien Chaotic Body and restore the glory of the Heavenly Overlord Body.

Watching Long Yaoer charge toward him, Jun Xiaoyao slowly shook his head.

Is this what they call “weak but obsessed”?

Truly, weak and still eager to play.

Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of holding back against Long Yaoer.

He had already said before.

If Long Yaoer dared provoke him again, he wouldn’t mind making her experience what it truly meant to become a bitch.

He also needed a punching bag to test the power of the Divine Demon Great Strength Technique.

As Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, phantom shadows of divine and demonic beings, along with runes of the ultimate limit of force, manifested.

Chaotic blood qi surged to the heavens, its vast, roaring power cracking the sky of the frontier.

“This is…!”

Even Long Yaoer was stunned—what kind of power was this?

That force even overshadowed her dragon clan’s might.

BOOM!

Jun Xiaoyao slammed his palm forward, as if overturning the ancient heavens!

Long Yaoer hastily activated both her Golden Ancient Dragon and Overlord Body bloodlines.

Purple blood surged skyward, dragon qi shook the heavens.

She unleashed a single Overlord Fist, shattering the void.

CRASH!

With the colossal impact, Long Yaoer spat purple blood and was flung backward.

The combination of Golden Ancient Dragon blood and the Heavenly Overlord Body still could not overcome the Chaotic Body augmented by the Divine Demon Great Strength Technique.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his palm, five fingers grasping the void, forming chains of chaotic qi that lashed violently against Long Yaoer’s slender body!

“Ah!”

A cry of pain echoed, and a whip mark instantly appeared on Long Yaoer’s snow-white frame.

Hearing that cry, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze beneath the mask suddenly grew strange.

Though it was a cry of pain, it carried a faint, almost imperceptible hint of pleasure.

Was Long Yaoer addicted to being abused???