Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled and slowly opened.

A figure she had been longing for day and night appeared before her.

Still dressed in white as snow, standing with hands behind his back.

The tall and somewhat slender silhouette, in Yan Qingying's eyes, was as majestic as a mountain, unwavering like a belief.

"Young... Master..." Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, unable to believe it, as if she were in a dream.

"Are you alright? The Young Master is here to help you." Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around but spoke calmly.

He was inherently protective of those close to him.

As long as it involved someone related to him, even if they committed heinous crimes, Jun Xiaoyao would stand by them to the end.

Moreover, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's methods of killing were perfectly normal.

If one must kill, then so be it. What of it?

"Young Master..."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's gaze became slightly blurred.

She understood in her heart that although Jun Xiaoyao appeared cold and indifferent, he was extremely aloof.

But he was fiercely protective of those around him.

This made Yan Qingying feel a surge of emotion, her heart fluttering.

However, on the other side, the emotions of Himiko and Miao Wuxin were not so pleasant.

Both women wore expressions of shock.

Because just moments ago, Jun Xiaoyao had appeared as if he had flashed into existence.

Thus, the extreme attacks from Himiko, Miao Wuxin, and Yan Qingying had all simultaneously struck at Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet, that terrifying wave of magical power seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Not even a corner of Jun Xiaoyao was disturbed.

"It's... the Jun Family's Divine Son!"

"The Jun Family's Divine Son has appeared!"

A group of onlookers, initially stunned, could not help but exclaim in surprise.

Astonishment!

Extreme astonishment!

No one had expected that just a few months after the opening of the Immortal Ancient World, Jun Xiaoyao would actually enter it.

But what shocked them the most was Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation level.

These onlookers found it hard to see through him.

They could only sense a vague pressure, like a great mountain, weighing down on their hearts.

"Impossible! The Jun Family's Divine Son was only at the Celestial Realm when he entered the burial ground. How is it that now, with my Void God Realm cultivation, I still can't see through him?"

The surrounding talents were all questioning their lives.

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was coldly assessing Himiko and Miao Wuxin.

Leiming Yuan, who had rushed over, saw Himiko and the others and shook his head secretly.

He knew that with Jun Xiaoyao's temperament, blood was likely to be shed by the Soul-Disrupting Cliff today.

"Holy Sect, Little Western Heaven..." Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Little Western Heaven was incredibly low-key yet very mysterious.

As for the Holy Sect, Jun Xiaoyao did not know much about it, but he had heard the elders in his clan speak of it.

This sect had deep roots, even spanning multiple immortal domains.

They believed in the legendary Ancient Quran Lord.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao did not believe in such divine matters.

So-called gods were merely powerful individuals.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao was given enough time to grow stronger, what gods, Buddhas, or true lords could he not kill?

"Jun Xiaoyao..."

Himiko and Miao Wuxin's expressions were more serious than ever.

Not only because Jun Xiaoyao had suddenly appeared.

But also because the aura emanating from Jun Xiaoyao at this moment made them feel a sense of oppression.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao did not actively release his aura, those with lower cultivation levels could not fully sense it.

They could only feel that Jun Xiaoyao's aura was unfathomable, bringing them immense pressure.

"This Divine Son asks you, do you know how to write the word 'death'?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head, his tone indifferent.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you to appear, but your follower possesses the Devouring God Demon Technique and has committed countless murders. She bears great sins." Himiko spoke coldly.

After all, she was the Holy Maiden of the Holy Sect and had a status to uphold; she could not be easily intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, there was still a Holy Son of the Holy Sect within the Immortal Ancient World.

The Holy Son's strength had reached the True God Realm, rivaling the likes of Wang Teng and Long Aotian.

Himiko did not believe that Jun Xiaoyao was unafraid.

"Great sins?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

He found it quite ridiculous.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I once advised her to abandon the Devouring God Demon Technique, but she refused, so it has come to this." Miao Wuxin clasped her hands together and shook her head.

"Abandon her demonic technique? Who do you think you are to have the right to make this Divine Son's people abandon their demonic techniques?" Jun Xiaoyao's expression was cold.

"You..." Miao Wuxin's face froze, feeling extremely awkward.

As the Buddhist maiden of Little Western Heaven, it was her first time being treated with such disdain.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are after all a Divine Son of an ancient family. Can't you at least be reasonable?" Himiko said with righteous indignation.

Such a so-called saint stood on a moral high ground, casually criticizing, belittling, and judging others.

And thus, they took pride in believing themselves to be noble, pure, and remarkable.

Yet, ironically, such saints often had many fools to flatter and agree with them.

"That's right! Even if you are the Jun Family's Divine Son, you must be reasonable!"

"The Devouring God Demon Technique should not reappear in the world. The Holy Maiden is not wrong!"

The hundreds of supporters of Himiko spoke in unison, condemning Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao showed no expression, as if he were not angry at all.

But those familiar with Jun Xiaoyao knew that his expressionless demeanor was the most terrifying.

"Oh, since that's the case, then this Divine Son also possesses the Devouring God Demon Technique. Shouldn't you all kill this Divine Son as well?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

This question left the surroundings in dead silence.

Kill Jun Xiaoyao?

Are they crazy?

Not to mention whether they had the ability to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if they had the ability, very few would dare to lay a hand on Jun Xiaoyao, unless they were mad.

None of the talents present considered themselves mad, so none would take such a foolish action.

"The Divine Son does not need to commit murder with the Devouring God Demon Technique; naturally, he can be treated leniently." Himiko's expression was somewhat unnatural, but she still spoke.

Clearly, she was wary of Jun Xiaoyao's strength and status, yet she still sought to find a reason to justify herself.

"Heh, then you are mistaken..." A strange light flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

For some reason, Himiko and Miao Wuxin felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

"Who told you that this Divine Son would not commit murder? Now, let me show you what true slaughter is!"

As Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell, his right hand suddenly raised, and a terrifying storm of magical power surged forth, accompanied by rolling ghostly energy!

"Gate of Hell, open!"

Jun Xiaoyao shouted coldly, like a demon king enraged across the three thousand realms!

The rolling ghostly energy surged and transformed in the void into a towering gate of hell, a thousand feet high.

This ultimate technique was the pinnacle move from the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique.

With supreme power, it opened the gate of hell, summoning countless hellish demons!

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao only had thirty thousand dragon elephant particles transformed into primordial elephant particles.

So it was impossible to fully open the gate of hell.

But even if it was just a crack, thousands upon thousands of evil spirits and Rakshasas surged forth!

Like a rolling black tide, they rushed toward Himiko, Miao Wuxin, and the hundreds of talents.

"No, what is this!"

"Don't come near me... Ah!"

A scene of bloodshed, a scene of slaughter!

Hundreds of talents were torn to shreds amidst the tide of thousands of evil spirits and Rakshasas!

Blood rained down, severed limbs scattered, and entrails splattered everywhere, creating an incredibly gruesome scene!

The entire spectacle resembled the depths of the eighteen layers of hell!

Those distant onlookers turned pale, trembling in fear.

At this moment, the snow-white-clad Jun Xiaoyao in their eyes was no longer the transcendent divine son but had transformed into a true demon king!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.