The clash of techniques between the two erupted into a vast wave in the void!

The surging magical power filled the entire ancient battle platform!

Amidst such astonishing fluctuations, a figure was once again sent flying.

It was the Fallen Son!

For the third time, he was struck back by Jun Xiaoyao.

And this time, it was worse than the previous two; he was drenched in blood, and his body showed signs of cracking.

He spat out blood wildly, as if it were free.

This strike also dispersed the black mist surrounding the Fallen Son.

A body covered in demonic runes appeared, adorned with strange symbols.

The Fallen Son's face was revealed, handsome yet extremely pale, resembling a vampire.

"How is this possible? How could your strength be this formidable?" the Fallen Son couldn't help but roar.

He could no longer maintain his composure.

Jun Xiaoyao's physical power was simply too abnormal.

Seeing the Fallen Son lose his cool, many celestial prodigies around couldn't help but swallow hard.

Only Jun's divine son could possibly beat the Fallen Son to this extent.

"Weren't you saying before that the rumors about me were all exaggerated? Are you experiencing it firsthand now?"

Jun Xiaoyao looked down from above, surveying the Fallen Son.

His aura was steady, his white robes immaculate; he seemed completely unfazed by the battle, transcending to the utmost degree.

The female cultivators around were all wide-eyed, displaying expressions of infatuation.

Jun Xiaoyao's charm at this moment was overwhelming.

His white robes billowed, his demeanor unparalleled, every gesture overshadowing the Fallen Son.

Even Yan Qingying, with her obsidian-like deep eyes, couldn't help but feel a moment of daze.

Despite her cold and domineering personality, like a female warlord, she couldn't help but feel her heart tremble upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao's grace.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the Fallen Son's expression darkened.

Now he understood that the information about Jun Xiaoyao was not mere exaggeration.

His strength was indeed terrifying!

Jun Xiaoyao struck again, unleashing a military tactic while coldly saying, "This body shouldn't belong to you, let me guess, is it an ancient freak's body that the Fallen God Palace found for you?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words caused the Fallen Son's expression to change once more.

The Fallen Son launched an attack, invoking his ultimate technique, the Yanluo Seal, and coldly shouted, "In the end, the world only remembers the victors. As long as one can grow stronger, the means are irrelevant."

This statement was almost an indirect admission of Jun Xiaoyao's guess.

"As expected..." Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly.

His fist was not something just anyone could withstand.

Ordinary prodigies couldn't even endure a full-force punch from him; their bodies would explode outright.

Yet the Fallen Son's body had managed to hold on for so long.

Moreover, under his full-force punch, it merely cracked without completely shattering.

This was enough to indicate the extraordinary nature of this body.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't believe that the Fallen Son's original body could be this strong.

The only possibility was that this body was not his.

Furthermore, the Fallen God Palace, as one of the sources of the demonic path, possessed various strange divine abilities and secret techniques.

It wasn't too surprising to have replaced it with an ancient freak's body.

"So that's how it is, the Fallen Son's body is actually that of an ancient freak!"

The celestial prodigies of the realm were extremely shocked upon learning the truth.

They finally understood why the Fallen Son could take on three opponents simultaneously, facing the heirs of three immortal powers.

An ancient freak's body was enough to elevate the Fallen Son's strength far beyond that of ordinary contemporaries.

However, this led to an even more shocking revelation.

Jun Xiaoyao had actually managed to crack the ancient freak's body, bringing it to the brink of collapse.

What did this signify?

It meant that Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was already stronger than that of the ancient freak!

Realizing this, gasps of cold air filled the surroundings.

Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was terrifying!

"Truly worthy of being the Young Master!" Yi Yu exclaimed, exhilarated.

Su Ziqiong also displayed an extreme fervor of admiration, her infatuation nearly overflowing from her eyes.

At this moment, many celestial prodigies recalled the ancient freak from the ancestral dragon's nest, Princess Longji, who seemed to be destined to battle Jun Xiaoyao.

Initially, many believed that Princess Longji, possessing ancient royal blood and being a descendant of the dragon clan, would surely have the physical strength to contend with Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, seeing the Fallen Son's body on the verge of destruction at Jun Xiaoyao's hands, they began to pray for Princess Longji.

Hoping she would be safe when facing Jun Xiaoyao later.

On the ancient battle platform, the winds and clouds surged.

With his true nature exposed, the Fallen Son became even more reckless, fully unleashing his power.

He silently recited incantations, pushing his magical power to the limit.

Around him, endless dark runes manifested, and countless demonic shadows appeared, making him look like a lord of hell.

"Is that the Dark Hell King Sutra of the Fallen God Palace?" some celestial prodigies exclaimed.

The Dark Hell King Sutra was the supreme law of the Fallen God Palace, mysterious and powerful.

At this moment, the Fallen Son activated the Dark Hell King Sutra.

Around him, countless Yanluo evil spirits and hellish Rakshasa shadows emerged.

The entire ancient battlefield seemed to transform into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs in an instant.

"Jun Xiaoyao, even if you know my secret, it won't matter. I will completely end your undefeated legend here!"

At this moment, the Fallen Son resembled a king of hell, his eyes swirling with a sea of blood.

"I also look forward to the day someone can defeat me, but unfortunately, you are not worthy."

Jun Xiaoyao slightly shook his head and directly summoned the image of the Primordial Sacred Body, with ten thousand saints bowing in reverence!

Golden light radiated, magical energy surged, and countless saintly figures appeared.

The Fallen Son's Dark Hell King Sutra leaned towards darkness and the bizarre.

Jun Xiaoyao's Primordial Sacred Body image was the most effective counter to such dark and strange forces.

As the image of ten thousand saints bowing emerged, many cultivators from the Senluo Continent couldn't help but be overwhelmed by that aura, kneeling on the ground, their faces filled with horror, as if they had encountered a true deity.

"My heavens, saints, all of them are saints!"

"Those saints are bowing to the Jun family's divine son!"

All the cultivators from the Senluo Continent felt their scalps tingle, goosebumps rising.

In the lower realms, the strongest were merely saints.

Yet now, countless saintly figures were bowing to Jun Xiaoyao.

The shock of this was unimaginable!

Boom!

As the sacred body image emerged, ten thousand bowed in submission!

The myriad saintly shadows pressed down, and the evil spirits and Rakshasa shadows let out piercing screams before beginning to dissolve like spring snow.

The Fallen Son's expression also changed dramatically.

His techniques were completely suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao struck, channeling the power of seventy pieces of Great Luo Immortal Bones, the celestial light surging, the might astonishing.

With one hand, he struck out, directly piercing through the void, suppressing the Fallen Son.

The Fallen Son spat out blood.

Even though his body was that of an ancient freak, he could no longer withstand it and began to collapse.

His entire body shattered into pieces, leaving only some bones and tendons connected.

"Lord Fallen Son!"

Outside the ancient battle platform, two black-robed saints changed color, hurriedly rushing out, but were blocked by the Dao patterns surrounding the ancient battle platform, unable to enter.

Their expressions were grim as they looked at the pale and twisted expression of the Fallen Son inside the ancient battle platform, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.

This ancient battle platform was originally set up by the Fallen Son to stimulate his potential while preventing Jun Xiaoyao from having a way out.

Now, however, it had sealed off his own escape route.

The Fallen Son had truly dug his own grave this time.

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