The Fallen Son of God revealed all his trump cards, and it could be said that he had exerted one hundred percent of his strength.

Yet, he still could not inflict even the slightest injury on Jun Xiaoyao.

This was utterly despairing.

The Fallen Son of God could not even hope to contend with Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if he could just wound Jun Xiaoyao, it would at least provide some psychological balance.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao had not sustained a single scratch, which was truly disheartening.

The power levels of the two were simply not on the same scale; Jun Xiaoyao was crushing him throughout the entire confrontation.

Anyone with clear eyes could see that the Fallen Son of God was doomed, and the outcome was destined to be defeat.

The might of the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist surged like a tidal wave, as if it wanted to pull a person into the cycle of reincarnation and grind them to dust.

The surrounding space was torn apart by six swirling vortices of reincarnation.

In the midst of this assault, the Fallen Son of God's body was once again shattered, blood splattering everywhere, leaving him in a state of utter disarray and misery.

At this moment, a trace of panic finally appeared in the Fallen Son of God's eyes.

Indeed.

As the top disciple of the Fallen God Palace, who had never known fear, the Fallen Son of God was finally afraid!

It was hard to imagine that the cold and cruel Fallen Son of God would show such an expression.

Seeing the indifference in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, the Fallen Son of God felt a sinking sensation in his heart.

He knew that Jun Xiaoyao harbored murderous intent towards him.

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you really dare to kill me?" the Fallen Son of God could not help but roar.

"That question makes you seem foolish. What is there for me to fear?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered coldly.

"I am a disciple of the Fallen God Palace. If you truly kill me, the Fallen God Palace will not let it go easily." The Fallen Son of God had no choice but to bring up his background.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head and laughed mockingly.

This tactic of resorting to one's background when unable to win was truly foolish.

Such threats might work on others.

But to Jun Xiaoyao, it was laughable.

Was there really a need to fear the Fallen God Palace?

At least, Jun Xiaoyao felt there was no need.

He struck again, completely crushing the Fallen Son of God.

The Fallen Son of God wanted to summon some protective treasures, but he despairingly discovered that this ancient battle platform actually restricted his abilities.

Any means of cheating could not be used.

"Ahhh..." The Fallen Son of God could not help but let out a furious roar, his gray-white hair flying wildly, filled with grief and rage to the point of nearly spitting blood.

He truly hated it!

It was as if he had dug his own grave!

"Jun family's Son, stop!" The two black-robed saints could not help but shout.

They could not intervene in the battle and could only anxiously watch from the sidelines.

"You are being unreasonable!" Dong Xuan Old Ancestor and Gu Yuan also reprimanded, unleashing their saint-level cultivation to confront the two black-robed saints.

Jun Xiaoyao had completely crushed the Fallen Son of God, who had lost all power to resist.

However, Jun Xiaoyao spared the Fallen Son of God's life, not directly killing him.

"What's going on? Could it be that Jun family's Son is going to show mercy?" Some celestial domain prodigies were puzzled.

"You're overthinking it. Given Jun family's Son's usual style, is he that kind of person?" Other prodigies shook their heads.

The Fallen Son of God clearly understood that Jun Xiaoyao would not let him go.

But now, he had been spared a breath.

At this moment, the Dao patterns in the void surrounding the ancient battle platform began to dissipate.

Because the victor and the vanquished had been determined.

"Young Master!" The two black-robed saints could not help but take action.

But they were blocked by Dong Xuan Old Ancestor and Gu Yuan.

Yan Qingying transformed into a shadow, darting towards the ancient battle platform.

"I leave it to you. His life, you shall end it." Jun Xiaoyao directly tossed the Fallen Son of God, who had been beaten into a dead dog, to Yan Qingying.

The death of Yan Qingying's brother, Yan Fei, could actually be attributed to the Fallen Son of God.

The Fallen Son of God was Yan Qingying's obsession.

If this obsession was not resolved, it would affect Yan Qingying's Dao heart.

Jun Xiaoyao did not want his follower's Dao heart to suffer any cracks.

Thus, he spared the Fallen Son of God's life, allowing Yan Qingying to resolve it and end the obsession.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you..." Blood gushed from the Fallen Son of God's mouth, but his expression was filled with grief and anger.

If he were killed by Jun Xiaoyao, it would be a tragedy, but at least it wouldn't be a loss of face.

After all, the one who killed him was the strongest prodigy of the celestial domain.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao was going to let a girl from the lower realm end his life.

This was an utter humiliation for the Fallen Son of God!

"When you casually issued the order that led to my brother's death, you probably never imagined you would end up like this, right?"

Yan Qingying's eyes were as cold and deep as the night stars.

"If it weren't for Jun Xiaoyao intervening, I would have obtained everything long ago!" The Fallen Son of God's eyes were bloodshot.

He did not plead for mercy, knowing it was impossible.

"Then die! Pay for my brother's life!" Yan Qingying made her move.

A pitch-black devouring vortex appeared, swirling like a dark grinding wheel, shattering everything.

"What? That girl is the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique!?"

Upon seeing Yan Qingying make her move, countless people around gasped in shock.

Some celestial domain prodigies also fully understood why Jun Xiaoyao had taken such actions.

Because he wanted to completely subdue the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique!

"Sigh, I finally understand the gap between myself and Jun family's Son."

"Jun family's Son is not only extraordinarily powerful but also exceptionally wise, having long prepared to subdue the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique."

"In comparison, the Fallen Son of God's defeat is not unjust." Many prodigies sighed.

The Fallen Son of God's shattered body was drawn into the devouring vortex.

Even the true spirits within the divine palace could not escape the fate of being devoured.

The pain was a thousand times worse than being executed by a thousand cuts.

In the end, the Fallen Son of God was completely consumed.

His flesh and essence transformed into pure energy, which was refined by Yan Qingying.

Her aura began to surge, reaching the Unification Realm.

At the same time, behind Yan Qingying, energy began to gather, transforming into a pair of black and white wings.

"Those are... the Wings of the Fallen!" The crowd exclaimed in shock.

Wasn't that the special physique of the Fallen Son of God?

How did it appear on Yan Qingying?

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao was not particularly surprised.

As the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique, Yan Qingying's reliance could not possibly be limited to just that technique.

It was likely that her physique was somewhat special, making her suitable for absorbing various energy attributes, which is why she was chosen as the inheritor.

At this moment, Yan Qingying, dressed in a black long dress, her figure slender, with a pair of black and white Wings of the Fallen unfurled behind her, circulating the energies of Yin and Yang.

At first glance, she resembled a stunning fallen angel.

She had already begun to exhibit the appearance and aura of a young supreme being.

It was believed that it would not be long before Yan Qingying caught up with the younger generation of the celestial domain, becoming a capable follower of Jun Xiaoyao.

"Qingying, thank you for your great kindness, I will be loyal to you for all eternity!"

Yan Qingying knelt on one knee before Jun Xiaoyao, her eyes as dark as night stars, filled with determination.

At the same time, there was a hint of admiration hidden deep within her gaze.

Jun Xiaoyao's every move suppressed the Fallen Son of God, avenging her brother.

What kind of man could one not love?

Yan Qingying was likely to become Jun Xiaoyao's devoted follower.

Meanwhile, the two black-robed saints felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

The high-ranking figures of the Fallen God Palace in the celestial domain were truly about to be enraged.

At the same time.

In theRugged Celestial Realm, the location of the Fallen God Palace, a supreme roar echoed.

"Who is it?!"

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