Who would have thought that this siege against the Jun family would ultimately become their own grave?

In this place, no one could withstand the killing prowess of Jun Xiaoyao.

After Jun Xiaoyao casually eliminated Ao Guang, Princess Long Ji also fulfilled her wish by dismembering Ao Luan into a thousand pieces.

Not a metaphor, but a true dismemberment.

After avenging her grievances, a trace of gloom in Princess Long Ji's heart dissipated, and her thoughts became clear.

Her gaze towards Jun Xiaoyao was extremely complex.

If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't directly killed Ao Guang, perhaps Ao Guang would have had a chance to take Ao Luan and escape.

Then her revenge might have truly been impossible to achieve.

"Thank you... Master..."

Princess Long Ji's tone was somewhat unnatural, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed slightly as he nodded lightly.

In fact, Princess Long Ji had no idea that this entire scheme had been set up by Jun Xiaoyao from the very beginning.

Whether it was Bai Mei'er or Ao Luan, they were merely pawns.

But it didn't matter; with Ao Luan's fall, Bai Mei'er would be utterly devoted to Jun Xiaoyao.

This secret would forever remain unknown to Princess Long Ji.

Jun Xiaoyao surveyed the surroundings again, feeling too lazy to deal with each one individually.

He directly activated the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison technique, summoning the Gate of Hell.

Jun Xiaoyao had already mastered the Ten Thousand Yuan Elephant Micro-particles.

Thus, this time, the Gate of Hell was fully opened.

Various terrifying beings such as great Shura, great demons, and great Rakshasas emerged, as if hell had descended upon the mortal realm.

All the talented individuals opposing the Jun family were plunged into unparalleled terror and despair.

Death was merely a matter of moments, whether sooner or later.

The other two young kings of the Immortal Ancient era, the Little Witch God and the Heavenly Eye Saint Son, also let out unwilling roars and fought back desperately.

The Heavenly Eye Saint Son had killed one of the Jun family's ranks.

The Ancient Witch Clan had also clashed with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao would not show mercy to either of these clans.

In the end, these two young kings of the Immortal Ancient era could only fall in grief and anger, completely powerless against Jun Xiaoyao.

Among the four young kings of the Immortal Ancient era, only Li Qiushui remained.

Seeing this scene, Li Qiushui felt a bit emotional, grateful that she had befriended Jiang Shengyi and chosen the right side.

Otherwise, she too would have faced disaster.

In addition to the Immortal Ancient races, the Ancient Royal Clan had also been nearly wiped out.

The Qilin Prince was ultimately killed by Jun Lingcang with a powerful strike, leaving no trace behind.

Long Bi Chi of the Ancestral Dragon Nest also had no power to resist.

In fact, when Long Aotian fled in panic, Long Bi Chi's will had already completely collapsed.

Even in death, she could not escape the shadow of Jun Xiaoyao.

The remaining talented individuals of the Ancient Royal Clan also perished in the onslaught of the beings from the Gate of Hell.

The Holy Son of the Holy Church was also directly killed, with no chance of survival.

From the Northern Land Wang family, aside from the fleeing Wang Teng, the other participating talents of the Wang family also perished.

The talents of the Fallen God Palace were similarly annihilated.

As for the Ancient Royal Clan, they were even more so, completely reduced to cannon fodder, torn apart by the beings within the Gate of Hell.

Only Bai Mei'er remained unscathed.

Additionally, Yan Rumeng from the Demon God Palace was as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Yan Rumeng, causing her delicate body to tremble, as if her soul had been frozen.

Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze and did not make a move.

Firstly, Yan Rumeng was perceptive enough not to intervene in this battle against the king slayers.

Secondly, there was another force and will within Yan Rumeng's body.

Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat curious about what the one from the Demon God Palace was up to.

He didn't mind playing along with her.

After the massacre concluded, the entire Xuantian Mountain Range fell silent.

As far as the eye could see, the Xuantian Mountain Range was riddled with holes, transformed into a basin.

The ground was crisscrossed with cracks, and blood and corpses littered the area.

This battle was a total annihilation, with all beings perishing except for Wang Teng and Long Aotian.

The scene was bloody and shocking.

"The Jun family's divine son has single-handedly turned the tide," some watching talents murmured in disbelief.

Originally, this battle against the king slayers was extremely unfavorable for the Jun family.

Even with the assistance of the Jiang family and other forces, they could have faced a disastrous defeat.

But this battle was completely turned around due to Jun Xiaoyao's intervention.

To put it bluntly, even if the Jun family had only Jun Xiaoyao, the king slayers would still be unable to do anything to him.

Jun Xiaoyao alone could stabilize the world!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in the void.

Beneath him lay countless bones and remains!

Jun Xiaoyao alone made all directions bow down, all sides submit!

Jun Xiaoyao surveyed the surroundings, and all the onlooking talents dared not meet his gaze.

Even ancient freaks like Ji Chang Kong and Ye Nan Tian could not help but avert their eyes, not daring to look directly at Jun Xiaoyao.

It was as if Jun Xiaoyao was the only king in heaven and earth!

After surveying the area, Jun Xiaoyao spoke with supreme authority, "Looking across the nine heavens and ten lands, only my Jun family can claim the throne!"

"The wrath of the Jun family is something no one can bear!"

These two sentences rendered the heavens and earth speechless.

The ranks of the Jun family were all filled with boiling blood, as if every drop of blood was ignited.

Looking across the nine heavens and ten lands, only my Jun family can claim the throne!

What a magnificent spirit this is, and how many dare to speak like this?

But Jun Xiaoyao dared!

"I, Jun Lingcang, will forever follow the divine son and protect the undying prestige of my Jun family!" Jun Lingcang bowed respectfully.

"I, Jun Wushuang, will always follow the divine son, allowing my Jun family to dominate the nine heavens!" Jun Wushuang also bowed.

Others like Jun Mulan, Jun Wanjie, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Xiyu, and Jun Zhangjian also showed fervent expressions and bowed.

"Haha, the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, my Jun family does not laugh, willing to follow the divine son to sweep the imperial path and raise the name of my Jun family!" Jun Mo Xiao laughed boldly.

The current generation of the Jun family has produced a true dragon, and even he, as an "elder," could not help but admire them deeply.

The prestige of the Jun family surged because of Jun Xiaoyao.

It is easy to imagine that if this matter were to spread completely, the reputation of the Jun family would soar.

"In this era of great contention, with prodigies emerging, but... isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" Ji Chang Kong sighed, feeling a faint sense of helplessness.

After enduring to reach an era of great contention with opportunities to prove their path, a terrifying anomaly like Jun Xiaoyao emerged.

"This person will undoubtedly monopolize half of the prosperity of this era of great contention, sigh..." Ye Nan Tian, the ancient freak of the Ye family, also sighed deeply.

In this life, who can compete with the Jun family's divine son?

Aside from the talents of the Jun family, the talents and ancient freaks of other forces felt somewhat powerless.

Jun Xiaoyao was like a mountain, pressing down on all the talents.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao was alive, all talents in this era could only aspire to be second.

However, Jun Xiaoyao himself appeared indifferent.

He did not think that what he had done was particularly remarkable.

Rather, it was just the most ordinary of matters.

"Finally over, but... it hasn't truly ended..." Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He seemed to foresee that an even greater storm was yet to come.

"An immortal battle? My Jun family has never feared anything..."

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly looking beyond the Immortal Ancient world, seeing the fury of those opposing forces.

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