From the very beginning, the Fallen Feather Saint Son arrived in Baiwang City.

No one could have anticipated the current situation.

Among the thoughts of this group of burial soil beings, the most likely outcome was that the Fallen Feather Saint Son would crush Jun Xiaoyao.

At the very least, he should maintain an advantage.

After all, the prestige of the Ten Little Kings was deeply ingrained in the minds of every burial soil being.

The Ten Little Kings represented unparalleled talent and unmatched strength.

But now, reality had dealt a harsh slap to the burial soil beings.

It turned out that the so-called unmatched talent was merely relative.

What were the Ten Little Kings? They were simply individuals who had not encountered someone stronger.

And now, a person who could overpower those at the level of the Ten Little Kings had appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao's fist, moving with lightning speed, struck fiercely at the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son was so frightened that his soul nearly fled, shrieking, "Human race, do you really dare to kill me!"

"Foolish!"

Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of wasting words and did not stop his movements.

With a thunderous sound, Jun Xiaoyao's fist light, carrying a hundred billion pounds of divine power, smashed down on the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

The result was beyond words; the Fallen Feather Saint Son's body was shattered into pieces, directly exploding apart.

His head flew off, and the expression on his face was one of utter terror.

He swore that even the top-ranked figure among the Ten Little Kings, the Ancient Overlord of the Underworld Palace, had never given him such a sense of despair.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son felt as if he was not facing a peer but a reincarnated emperor.

As Jun Xiaoyao threw his punch, he also activated the power of his primordial spirit in his mind, sending out a chain of order that coalesced into a golden short sword, directly stabbing into the Fallen Feather Saint Son's mind.

As the Primordial Emperor Sword emerged, it annihilated the Fallen Feather Saint Son's divine palace within his mind, along with his primordial spirit.

This scene unfolded in the blink of an eye.

Even Blood Ling and Tian You, the two Fallen Feather clan saints, did not have time to intervene.

Because the prestige of the Fallen Feather clan was deeply rooted in their minds.

No being dared to kill a member of the Fallen Feather clan in the Yin Ming Domain, let alone the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

This was almost an ironclad rule.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's appearance shattered this rule.

What did it matter if the Fallen Feather Saint Son was present? He could be killed just the same.

"You little brat, how bold!"

Blood Ling and Tian You, the two Fallen Feather clan saints, felt their heads buzz with anger surging through their insides.

Their strongest prodigy of the Fallen Feather clan had been killed in just a few moves, and right before their eyes.

The beings around Baiwang City widened their eyes and gaped in shock.

"My goodness, he really killed the Fallen Feather Saint Son?"

"Is he insane? Does he really not care about his life?"

In their view, even if Jun Xiaoyao had the ability to kill the Fallen Feather Saint Son, he should not have gone so far.

One should always leave a way out for future encounters.

But they did not know that Jun Xiaoyao's character was one of supreme arrogance, doing as he pleased.

If he wanted to kill, he would do so.

Without a hint of hesitation.

The head of the Cang family and others felt their scalps tingle upon witnessing the fall of the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

Jun Xiaoyao's actions undoubtedly severed any chance of reconciliation with the Fallen Feather clan.

Their Cang family could also become a target for the Fallen Feather clan's wrath.

However, the Cang sisters showed no fear; they supported whatever Jun Xiaoyao chose to do.

"You little brat, die!"

Blood Ling and Tian You both took action.

They disregarded their status and any sense of propriety.

They had to ensure Jun Xiaoyao's death; otherwise, the Fallen Feather Saint Son would have died in vain, and the Fallen Feather clan's prestige would plummet.

Seeing this scene, the beings present shook their heads slightly.

The outcome was already determined.

With both saints disregarding their status, what more was there to say?

Was there any result other than death?

"Head of the family!" Cang Yue and Cang Xue called out anxiously.

The head of the Cang family gritted his teeth and decided to intervene.

Boom!

The head of the Cang family flashed and entered the fray, standing in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmm, are you Cang family going to rebel?" Blood Ling and Tian You's gazes turned icy.

The head of the Cang family gritted his teeth inwardly.

The reason he intervened was that the Cang sisters had previously told him about Jun Xiaoyao's background.

He came from the Ancient Jun family.

As the head of the Cang family, he was also a saint and had some insight; he naturally understood what the Jun family represented.

More than a decade ago, that war that engulfed the entire ancient burial soil and even the burial realm was sparked by the Jun family, wasn't it?

Such a terrifying force, even the Fallen Feather clan could not compare.

If they could form an alliance, it would be immensely beneficial for the Cang family.

This was also why the head of the Cang family dared to take a gamble.

He was betting!

"Oh?" Seeing the head of the Cang family take action, Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat surprised.

It seemed the Cang family was not foolish.

Although he did not need the Cang family to intervene, their actions at this moment pleased him.

"It seems your Cang family has lived too long and wishes to seek your own destruction." Blood Ling's eyes flashed with a blood-red light.

"My lord, let us help you eliminate the Cang family!"

At that moment, the head of the Gongming family stepped forward, a cruel smile on his face.

"And us."

The strong members of the Iron Bone clan and the Qinggui clan also stepped forward in unison.

"You..." The head of the Cang family turned pale with anger.

These three major forces clearly intended to kick them while they were down and then divide the Cang family among themselves.

"A bunch of fools!"

Jun Xiaoyao sneered coldly and waved his hand.

In an instant, three figures stood before Jun Xiaoyao.

As these three figures appeared, the entire atmosphere became chaotic, and a tremendous pressure erupted.

These three figures radiated a cold metallic sheen, tall in stature, their bodies marked with numerous intricate and profound patterns, exuding an ancient power.

"This is... a puppet?"

As the three puppets appeared, everyone present was momentarily stunned.

But when they sensed the aura emanating from these three puppets, their expressions shifted from shock to deep horror.

Because these three puppets were all exuding the fluctuations of the Great Saint level.

These three were actually Great Saint-level puppets!

This was terrifying beyond measure, sending chills down their spines!

Great Saint-level puppets were exceedingly rare; even among immortal forces, few could produce them.

Let alone Great Saints, even puppets at the Saint and Saint King levels were scarce in the Immortal Domain.

Blood Ling and Tian You were utterly horrified, their souls nearly fleeing, their eyes nearly popping out.

The anger and ferocity on their faces instantly transformed into panic and disbelief!

"Go!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was indifferent, like the arrival of death itself, a reaper demanding lives.

The three Great Saint-level puppets moved in an instant.

One puppet charged toward Blood Ling and Tian You.

The remaining two targeted the Gongming family and the other two major forces.

What followed was a massacre!

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