Chapter 992: Unstoppable, Slaying Seed-Level Prodigies—Who Are You Really?

The entire Heaven Burial Forest was filled with violent energy, a fluctuation beyond description!

Jun Xiaoyao was like a fully unleashed Chaotic War God.

In his left hand, the Great Luo Sword Embryo; in his right, the Divine Weeping War Spear; behind him, Chaotic Creation unfolded; his entire body burned with Supreme Divine Blood!

“Kill!”

A shocking killing cry erupted from Jun Xiaoyao’s mouth, ringing sharply, shaking heaven and earth, making the stars tremble, and causing the myriad realms to quake!

BOOM!

Vast divine energy swept across the cosmos, shaking down stars from the celestial dome, turning them into a meteor shower!

In the void, massive fissures spread everywhere, chaotic spatial currents surging around.

“Fall back!”

A group of Immortal Realm prodigies nearby turned pale with horror and hastily retreated.

But many were still swallowed whole by the spatial rifts.

In this clash of ultimate techniques,

weaker ones like Cang Li, Yao Qing, and Xing Lu, heirs of immortal lineages, screamed in agony.

They had not the slightest resistance—their bodies were torn apart in the flood of colliding magic power.

Even their Primordial Spirits perished, reduced to nothingness!

Yu Hua Wang’s body shuddered violently, retreating a thousand zhang, spitting blood that stained his white crane robe.

Gu Emperor’s Son also reeled back; even the Fuxi Dragon Stele imprint was pushed back, shaking his chest so violently he coughed up blood repeatedly.

“Damn it, this Chaotic Body…”

Blood streamed down Gu Emperor’s Son’s chin, making him look disheveled.

He felt he was cursed by fate.

In the Ultimate Ancient Path and the Divine Ruins World, he had been crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, on the Frontier Battlefield, he was again being dominated by this alien Chaotic Body.

How could a single word “ Can ” describe it?

Ling Yuan, White Bone Young Master, and Holy Yama were slightly better off.

Ling Yuan, blessed by the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor, had only sustained minor injuries—a trail of blood trickled from her lips.

White Bone Young Master and Holy Yama, after all, were Seed-Level Prodigies.

Yet even they were badly wounded, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

“Even this encirclement can’t defeat him?”

Holy Yama suddenly felt a bad premonition.

And at that moment,

a hazy Chaotic figure tore through the void.

A dark-golden great spear slashed through the boundless sky, descending straight upon Holy Yama!

“How dare you!”

Holy Yama was enraged.

They had come to encircle and exterminate the Chaotic Body.

Yet now, they were being hunted by a single Chaotic Body.

If this spread, how humiliating would it be?

BOOM!

Holy Yama channeled the power of the Yama Hand imprint and clashed with the Divine Weeping War Spear.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes blazed with Chaotic divine light, empowered by the Fourth Supreme Technique.

Coupled with the Divine Demon Great Strength Art,

his power surged violently!

SPLURT!

One swing of the spear—Holy Yama’s arm, adorned with the Yama Hand imprint, was severed clean!

Blood sprayed across the heavens!

Simultaneously, a brilliant sword light suddenly shot from behind the void, piercing straight through Holy Yama’s chest.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, like a Divine King treading the earth, landing on Holy Yama’s chest.

CRACK!

Holy Yama’s body shattered under that single step.

The blade light of the Great Luo Sword Embryo slashed out, utterly annihilating Holy Yama’s Primordial Spirit—he couldn’t even escape!

Holy Yama, Seed-Level scion of the Ming Wang lineage, fell!

The sight sent a chill through the hearts of the Immortal Realm prodigies.

Seed-Level Supremes were slain as easily as insects.

This alien Chaotic Body was terrifying indeed!

“Retreat!”

Seeing this, Gu Emperor’s Son frowned deeply and withdrew immediately.

He was precisely such a man—calculating and shrewd.

If the encirclement succeeded, he would be the first to charge, seeking glory.

But if the situation turned dire, Gu Emperor’s Son would be the first to flee.

Seeing him retreat, Yu Hua Wang also vanished swiftly.

Ling Yuan’s beautiful eyes flickered; she glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, then retreated as well.

White Bone Young Master, seeing this, cursed inwardly.

His plan to seize Chaotic Essence Blood and Chaotic Origin had failed.

He too moved to retreat—but suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao’s figure flashed toward him.

“Why?!”

White Bone Young Master’s eye twitched.

Why had this alien Chaotic Body singled him out?

Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of wasting words on White Bone Young Master.

He had never held any fondness for the Shengling Island lineage.

Jun Xiaoyao’s body was wrapped in Supreme Divine Blood, blazing like divine flames, enhancing every attribute.

He swung the Divine Weeping War Spear as if the primordial War God of the alien realm had appeared—his aura of annihilation shook the eight directions.

Even when they had encircled him, they couldn’t defeat him.

Now, in one-on-one combat, White Bone Young Master stood no chance.

One swing—the spear pierced through White Bone Young Master’s body, his Primordial Spirit obliterated, dead beyond revival.

He glanced around and saw most of the Immortal Realm prodigies had already fled.

Even Long Yaoer had slipped away secretly.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

When he returned to the Immortal Realm, Long Yaoer’s fate as a little female dog was unavoidable.

As for Gu Emperor’s Son and Yu Hua Wang,

Jun Xiaoyao could have pursued them.

But he chose not to.

The reason was simple.

He intended to judge them upon his return to the Immortal Realm.

When they saw their carefully plotted enemy,

not only alive and well, but stronger than ever, even having earned great merit,

what would Gu Emperor’s Son feel then?

Killing the body is not enough—killing the spirit is Jun Xiaoyao’s standard.

Simply killing Gu Emperor’s Son would be far too merciful.

“Next, to the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.”

Jun Xiaoyao set his next target.

Then, as if sensing something, he chuckled lightly and paid it no mind.

After Jun Xiaoyao departed,

the entire Heaven Burial Forest lay in ruins.

After some time, a slender figure in green robes appeared in the void.

It was Ji Qingyi.

She gazed at the devastated Heaven Burial Forest and the corpses of Holy Yama and others.

Her autumn-water eyes darkened with gravity and thought.

“Indeed, they still couldn’t defeat him.”

“Who is he? Could it really be him? But how is that possible? It makes no sense.”

“Even an Emperor cannot fully conceal his karmic traces, let alone deceive the Dao—how could he possibly do this?”

"But if he isn't, then his bearing and mannerisms are simply too similar."

Ji Qingyi strained her mind to ponder.

No matter how hard she thought, she could never imagine Jun Xiaoyao was a transmigrator.

Born with the innate Void Destiny Body.

Coupled with Jun Xiaoyao’s intricate schemes in the Divine Ruins World, even the cleverest Ji Qingyi could never fully deduce it.

One could say, before Jun Xiaoyao—whose wit rivals the gods—

Ji Qingyi’s intelligence was merely average.

Yet she had already suspected a possible link between the Alien Chaos Body and Jun Xiaoyao.

That alone made her far superior to others.

After all, those people wouldn’t even consider such an absurd notion.

"Regardless of whether he’s truly him, his strength is undeniably formidable."

"Qingyi is curious—when he clashes with the Immortal Realm Chaos Body, who will prevail?"

Ji Qingyi’s deep pupils turned as she walked away.

The scar Jun Xiaoyao had left on her face still throbbed faintly.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao stepped through empty space.

Suddenly, he halted.

Behind him, a figure of unparalleled grace appeared.

It was Ling Yuan—returned!

"Who are you really?"

Ling Yuan’s luminous, brilliant eyes fixed on Jun Xiaoyao’s back.

Her gaze carried, faintly, a thread of tension, apprehension, and anticipation.