With Gu Yuan's strength, dealing with the early-stage Saint, the Old Man of Huangquan, was quite easy.

After just a few moves, the Old Man of Huangquan was cut down by Gu Yuan.

Until his death, the Old Man of Huangquan never saw the true form of Jun Xiaoyao, which can be said to be a death without closure.

The Eastern Xuan Ancestor and others also stepped in to assist.

With their strength, the Saints of the three major sects were no match for them and were killed one by one.

After the leading Saint was slain, the remaining cultivators from the three major sects were already terrified, completely losing their will to fight, and fled in panic.

However, Gu Yuan did not give them a chance to escape.

Generally speaking, powerful Saints disdain slaughtering those below their rank, as it lowers their own status.

But Gu Yuan was different.

Seeing the destruction of the War Demon Hall, he was filled with rage, and as he swung his blade, it was like harvesting wheat, causing waves of cultivators from the three major sects to fall.

When a powerful Saint is enraged, it is no joke.

Soon, the battle came to an end.

By the Dead Sea, the ground was soaked in blood, as if it had turned into a vast expanse of crimson earth.

Countless corpses piled up, forming mountains of bones.

Many cultivators from the three major sects, even in death, had their expressions frozen in terror and despair.

This time, the allied forces of the three major sects were completely annihilated!

In the future, there would be no more Huangquan Valley, Shura Sect, or Heavenly Calamity Sect on the Senluo Continent.

After resolving everything, the master of the War Demon Hall and others immediately approached Gu Yuan, cupping their hands in gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Seventh Generation Hall Master, for your assistance!"

All the surviving cultivators of the War Demon Hall were very excited, their eyes shining.

They had originally thought they would surely die today.

But the outcome was a complete turnaround.

"No need to thank me; if you must thank someone, thank the Young Master. With the Young Master here, I can face the Fallen Son without fear and help you," Gu Yuan said.

He was very clear that without Jun Xiaoyao backing him up, even if he acted today, he would still face revenge from the Fallen Son in the future.

"Thank you for your great kindness, Young Master. The War Demon Hall will never forget!" the master of the War Demon Hall said, bowing with a group of cultivators towards the golden carriage.

Finally, the curtain was lifted by Su Ziqiong.

Jun Xiaoyao walked out calmly.

Surrounded by celestial light, he appeared transcendent and sacred, his appearance and demeanor needing no further description.

"Indeed, it was not wrong..." Some celestial prodigies around felt a strong shock in their hearts.

This ruthless figure from the Jun family had truly descended to the lower realm.

The miracles created by Jun Xiaoyao in the celestial realm were well-known to all present.

It was precisely for this reason that they held such awe for Jun Xiaoyao.

The expressions of the master of the War Demon Hall and others became even more respectful.

Jun Xiaoyao's image and demeanor represented that he must also hold an extremely noble status in the celestial realm.

He was not one of those second-rate prodigies from the celestial realm who came down to act like a big shot.

"Is that inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique one of your War Demon Hall's prodigies?" Jun Xiaoyao asked directly.

The reason he intervened in this matter was not only to help Gu Yuan.

There was also a more important reason, which was naturally for his own benefit.

So he asked directly.

"Replying to the Young Master, that inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique is indeed a prodigy of our War Demon Hall, but he has already fallen," the master of the War Demon Hall replied.

"Does he have any relatives?" Jun Xiaoyao asked again.

He did not believe that a child of destiny would fall so easily.

"He has a younger sister, Yan Qingying, here."

The master of the War Demon Hall gestured for Yan Qingying to step forward.

Dressed in a black long dress, she accentuated her already slender figure even more.

Though she was blind, she could still discern sounds and locations, and she bowed gracefully in Jun Xiaoyao's direction.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was deep as he looked at Yan Qingying.

"Indeed..." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

He then said, "This is not a place for conversation; let's change locations."

Everyone present nodded, but the master of the War Demon Hall hesitated and said, "Young Master, if the Fallen Son comes..."

The people of the War Demon Hall were still somewhat afraid of the Fallen Son, after all, he was a top young supreme in the celestial realm.

"Just release the news that this Son intends to take his peaches on the way. If he dares to come, this Son won't mind letting the Fallen God Palace lose a successor."

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeve, his tone indifferent, as he sat back in the carriage.

Upon hearing this, the celestial prodigies around gasped in shock.

There were hardly a few who dared to look down on the Fallen Son like this in the entire celestial realm.

They once again witnessed Jun Xiaoyao's dominance.

After Jun Xiaoyao left with his entourage, news from this place spread like wings, reaching most of the Senluo Continent in just a few days.

The earlier siege of the War Demon Hall by the three major sects had already been widely discussed.

Yet, just a few days later, news of the annihilation of the allied forces of the three major sects emerged.

This dramatic turn of events was impossible to ignore.

What astonished the cultivators of the Senluo Continent was not Gu Yuan, the seventh generation master of the War Demon Hall.

But rather, the mysterious celestial prodigy who looked down on the Fallen Son.

Later, some celestial prodigies revealed that the identity of this mysterious prodigy was that of the Jun family's Son from the ancient times, a being of extraordinary status and overwhelming strength compared to his peers.

Some celestial prodigies even described Jun Xiaoyao as a young emperor.

This caused the entire Senluo Continent to nearly erupt.

For those in the lower realm, Saints were almost the ultimate existence.

To them, an emperor was like a deity from myth and legend.

And now, those celestial prodigies were saying that the Jun family Son was a young divine being.

How could this not astonish people?

The focus of the celestial prodigies was on the Fallen Son.

The Fallen Son was also a proud and aloof individual.

They were very curious about how the Fallen Son would react to Jun Xiaoyao's disdain.

Would there be a clash of powers?

As the entire Senluo Continent fell into a state of uproar.

In a certain hall, the Fallen Son, sitting on a throne of bones, slammed the armrest fiercely.

"Damn it, a Jun family Son has appeared out of nowhere!"

The Fallen Son was enveloped in black mist, his aura erupting with a chilling intent.

If it were other prodigies intervening, the Fallen Son wouldn't care at all; he could easily crush them.

But the one intervening was the Jun family Son.

In terms of identity and strength, few could match the Fallen Son in the celestial realm.

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Not only that, but Jun Xiaoyao's status was even above his.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao was the core successor of the three supreme powers: the ancient Jun family, the ancient Jiang family, and the Sacred Spirit Academy.

The Fallen Son only had the Fallen God Palace behind him.

"Young Master, why don't we act secretly..." a figure in a black robe, exuding a holy aura, suggested.

The Fallen Son shook his head coldly, saying, "It's useless. Jun Xiaoyao also has protectors. To put it another way, if you all attempt to assassinate him and the Jun family finds out..."

The Fallen Son dared not think of the consequences.

If he fell due to a rivalry among peers, the Jun family might not find a reason to retaliate.

But if a Saint were to assassinate Jun Xiaoyao...

That would be a cautionary tale from the Underworld Heaven.

Although the Fallen God Palace was much stronger than the Underworld Heaven, it could not face the pressure from two ancient families and one supreme academy at the same time.

"Jun Xiaoyao may be strong, but I, the Fallen Son, am not weak either. Let me see just how much true ability this so-called divine Jun family Son possesses!"

The Fallen Son stood up, his black and white wings fluttering behind him.

Chill and killing intent spread throughout the area!

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