Chapter 989

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was strange.

Who would have thought that Long Yaoer, such a dominant and tyrannical Empress of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan,

had been trained into this masochistic disposition?

Or put another way, only Jun Xiaoyao could train and subdue this little she-dragon.

“You…”

Long Yaoer herself realized her reaction, clenched her pearl-white teeth against her crimson lips, and a flush of shame and fury bloomed on her snow-white, jade-like face.

It was all Jun Xiaoyao’s fault!

Jun Xiaoyao had abused her repeatedly, awakening strange traits within her.

Of course, she did not yet know that the chaotic body before her was Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao continued his assault, suppressing her with the Divine and Demonic Great Power Technique while lashing her with Chaotic Chains.

Even though Long Yaoer bore the dual bloodline traits of the Golden Ancient Dragon and the Heavenly Tyrant Body,

before Jun Xiaoyao at this moment, she was still stretched thin, utterly powerless to resist.

Her delicate body bore numerous wounds.

Jun Xiaoyao struck with the Chaotic Great Hand Seal, reinforced by the Divine and Demonic Great Power Technique.

Long Yaoer felt as if a god-king’s palm was crushing down, suppressing even this realm of heaven and earth, while the Dao roared thunderously.

The Chaotic Body inherently suppresses the Dao; even divine rule chains shattered inch by inch.

This was an ultimate manifestation of power.

Long Yaoer spat blood profusely, her inner strength utterly drained, crushed to the extreme.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao slammed her into the ground with a single palm, cratering the earth.

Even more astonishingly, purple light surged across Long Yaoer’s body, and she rapidly shrank.

In an instant, she reverted to the form of a little girl.

This left the celestial realm prodigies utterly stunned.

Is this even possible?

“I… how could this be?”

Long Yaoer herself was frozen in disbelief.

She had been reverted to her original form!

Her long legs were gone, her chest had shrunk—she was once again that ferociously cute little she-dragon.

Long Yaoer couldn’t accept it and screamed.

What she found most unbearable was that her voice had also reverted to a childish, squeaky tone.

This shattered Long Yaoer’s psyche.

It was reverse growth—she’d been thrown back to square one!

Shhh!

The Chaotic Chain pierced through space, streaking down from midair and snapping around Long Yaoer’s slender, jade-like neck.

“Kneel!”

Jun Xiaoyao’s deep, resonant voice rang out.

Long Yaoer collapsed onto all fours—the classic scene played out once more.

In the Saint Body vs. Tyrant Body battle, she had been humiliated this way before.

Now, she was brought down again by the Chaotic Body.

The invincible tyrant had fallen once more.

Long Yaoer wanted to cry; one defeat after another had unbalanced her Dao heart.

And just as luck would have it, another high-pitched voice sounded again.

“Are modern dragon clans really this weak?”

Long Yaoer looked over—and fainted from rage.

It was a tiny purple-gold ant, perched on Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulder, mocking her.

Even an ant was mocking her!

“Wait—that’s… Divine and Demonic Ant!”

Some celestial realm prodigies stared closely and gasped in shock.

Divine and Demonic Ant—one of the ancient fiends of the celestial realm.

How could it be on the shoulder of this alien Chaotic Body?

“I’ve subdued the Divine and Demonic Ant.”

Jun Xiaoyao said casually, then tugged the Chaotic Chain.

Long Yaoer’s tiny body crawled along the ground like a little female dog, with not a shred of dignity left of the Void Ancient Dragon Empress.

She felt again the overwhelming shame.

Yet within that shame, there was a intoxicating sense of decadence.

Had this man not been an alien Chaotic Body, Long Yaoer might have truly believed Jun Xiaoyao had returned.

At that moment, several powerful auras appeared in the distance.

“Stop!”

A handsome man clad in a white crane cloak, silver hair flowing, appeared—it was Yu Hua Wang.

Seeing Yu Hua Wang, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze turned cold, yet carried a flicker of complexity.

He did not harbor much hatred for Yu Hua Wang’s betrayal.

He had anticipated it long ago.

He was merely disappointed.

Yu Hua Wang stared at Jun Xiaoyao, momentarily stunned, then quickly recovered.

Though he bore a slight resemblance to the figure in his memory,

merely being a Chaotic Body was enough to shatter all baseless speculation.

Across the other horizon, a pale-skinned young lord materialized.

“The White Bone Young Master of Sacred Spirit Island has arrived!”

Seeing him appear, many celestial realm prodigies grew even more excited.

He was no mere contemporary supreme taboo prodigy—he was a true seed-level figure of Sacred Spirit Island.

The Sacred Spirits of Sacred Spirit Island are born from various Dao golds, stone embryos, and origin stones, nurtured by the essence of heaven and earth.

This White Bone Young Master was rumored to be a Sacred Spirit Origin fused with the bones of a prodigious genius, giving birth to a supreme anomaly.

That was why he was called the White Bone Young Master.

At this moment, the White Bone Young Master’s shadowed gaze fixed on Jun Xiaoyao, his expression grave, radiating a predatory hunger.

“If I could feast on Chaotic essence blood, I would undergo a qualitative transformation,” the White Bone Young Master thought, burning with desire.

He was already a Sacred Spirit Origin; if infused with Chaotic essence blood, his ascension to Emperor was certain.

Thus, hunting the Chaotic Body was not merely about honor—it was tied to his own transformation.

Sensing the White Bone Young Master’s gaze, Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

He had no affection whatsoever for Sacred Spirit Island.

He had previously slain their young prodigy, Mo Jinyu.

“Heh, this place is indeed lively.”

Across another stretch of sky,

rolling demonic energy surged, engulfing the heavens, turning them into a pitch-black nightfall.

A black-clad man emerged.

His black hair hung to his heels; his eyes were utterly black, like black holes, devoid of any sclera.

The Yin Wang lineage—Sheng Yan Luo!

He was a seed-level figure of the Yin Wang lineage, immensely powerful.

“Today, the Chaotic Body shall surely die!”

Sheng Yan Luo’s tone was arrogant, but he had every right to be.

Possessing the unique Yan Luo cultivation body, he had swept all before him in his era, undefeated.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Sheng Yan Luo.

For the Yin Wang lineage, Jun Xiaoyao would show no mercy.

During the Jun Clan’s Immortal War, the Yin Wang lineage had interfered—he harbored only the intent to exterminate them.

“Who else? Come out now.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze, deep and piercing, turned toward the distance.

Several figures emerged once more.

It was Ling Yuan and Gu Di Zi.

And other disciples from several celestial sects: Cang Li, Yao Qing, Xing Lu.

The Celestial Court faction had arrived!

The moment Ling Yuan saw Jun Xiaoyao, her phoenix eyes flickered with surprise.

Her breath even paused for an instant.

Although that figure wore a ghost mask and was wreathed in chaos,

there was still a sense of eerie familiarity.

It was as if… it were him.

But reason told Ling Yuan that this was impossible.

Merely the Chaos Body alone was enough to rule it out.

No matter how much Jun Xiaoyao had changed, he could never have transformed from the Ancient Holy Body into the Chaos Body.

Moreover, the heavenly crown descending from above had already sealed the outcome: in this battle against heaven, heaven had won, and Jun Xiaoyao was dead.

After a moment of daze, Ling Yuan snapped back to awareness.

“It’s wrong—it’s not him, and it can’t be him…” Ling Yuan whispered to herself.

Yet she inexplicably felt a dull ache in the hollow space within her heart.

At this moment, the entire Heaven Burial Forest brimmed with deadly energy.

The Immortal Court lineage, the King of the Netherworld lineage, as well as the Feathered King, White Bone Young Master, and others.

So many prodigies were gathering to crush the Chaos Body.

This would surely be a great battle!