"That... that aura is, celestial energy?"

Wang Teng and Long Aotian both widened their eyes, their pupils bulging.

They fixed their gaze on the strand of celestial energy entwined around Jun Xiaoyao, their hearts churning with shock.

Celestial energy!

It was not just a description, but a genuine strand of celestial energy!

"How is this possible? Wasn't it said that only those extraordinary talents who have gained immense opportunities on the Emperor's Path can condense celestial energy? Why have you condensed it now?"

Even with Wang Teng's deep and composed character, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The power of a strand of celestial energy is incredibly terrifying.

On the Emperor's Path, a talent who has condensed a strand of celestial energy can often crush other talents, becoming a minor giant among them.

Yet now, before the Emperor's Path has even opened, Jun Xiaoyao has already condensed a strand of celestial energy.

Doesn't this mean that Jun Xiaoyao has already become a giant-like existence before even stepping onto the Emperor's Path?

This was something Wang Teng and the others could not accept.

If outsiders were to learn that Jun Xiaoyao had already condensed celestial energy, it would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar!

Long Aotian's eyes also flickered with shock, his expression cold and fierce.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength had repeatedly exceeded his expectations.

"You know nothing about power," Jun Xiaoyao said, his gaze filled with mockery and pity.

If he were in Long Aotian or Wang Teng's position, encountering an opponent like himself, he would also feel despair.

"Let's attack together; Jun Xiaoyao must die!" Long Aotian roared.

Clad in the Emperor Dragon armor, his strength had temporarily reached the Dao God realm, and he unleashed the great powers of the Ancient Void Dragon clan.

"Ancient Void Dragon Fist!"

Long Aotian threw a punch, Dao patterns intertwining, transforming into a vast fist light, as if the roar of an ancient dragon echoed, shaking the void!

Wang Teng also revealed his trump card.

He knew that if he didn't act now, he might not even have the chance to do so.

"Slash My Ming Dao Technique!"

Wang Teng wielded a golden holy sword, using his true heart as the sword, a torrent of golden sword light surged forth, carrying a terrifying will to slash and prove the Dao!

Both of them unleashed their trump cards, joining forces at this moment.

Even the previous Prince of the Underworld, faced with this desperate struggle from the two, might suffer severe injuries.

But Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as calm as a placid lake.

He activated the Great Luo Immortal Body, enhancing it with a strand of physical celestial energy.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao didn't even need to unleash any great powers.

He simply pushed forward with one palm!

Strands of Dao patterns manifested in the void, and the strand of physical celestial energy on him trembled slightly.

Instantly, Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind became even more ferocious, causing violent ripples in the void.

Bang!

Jun Xiaoyao's palm pressed down, empowered by both the Great Luo Immortal Body and the physical celestial energy.

This palm was simply a hundred times stronger than any great power!

Boom!

Wang Teng and Long Aotian were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, their bodies making cracking sounds as their bones shattered, and they spat out blood mixed with internal organs.

With one palm, both Wang Teng and Long Aotian were severely injured!

Thud!

The two crashed heavily to the ground.

Long Aotian's Emperor Dragon armor was covered in cracks.

Wang Teng also coughed up blood, his face extremely pale.

Despair!

Even with Long Aotian and Wang Teng's proud natures, at this moment, their hearts were filled with utter despair.

Jun Xiaoyao was simply too strong to be human!

"Why, why does this world have a monster like Jun Xiaoyao?" Wang Teng was at a loss.

He himself was already considered a monster, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, he was nothing.

"You do not deserve the title of Young Emperor," Jun Xiaoyao said, a chain of order bursting forth from his brow, transforming into a golden short sword that slashed toward Wang Teng's primordial spirit.

Pfft!

Wang Teng's entire body fell backward, his primordial spirit cleaved apart by the Primordial Emperor Sword.

Only then did Jun Xiaoyao retract his gaze, looking indifferently at Long Aotian.

"Now it's your turn."

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, the physical celestial energy wrapping around his arm.

With the enhancement of the physical celestial energy, Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength had already broken through the limit of a hundred billion pounds!

With this punch, even a towering mountain would be reduced to dust!

"Hehe... Jun Xiaoyao, do you really think you are destined by heaven?"

Long Aotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted with malice, and a hint of sinister madness flickered in his eyes.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at him indifferently.

"I, Long Aotian, am the master of destiny!"

As Long Aotian's words fell, the pitch-black dragon-shaped ring on his finger suddenly emitted a strange black light.

Then, a terrifying aura surged into the sky.

It was as if the gates of hell had opened, and endless gusts of dark wind surged forth.

The pitch-black soul power condensed in mid-air, eventually transforming into a tall demonic figure covered in black dragon scales.

A terrifying aura radiated from it, and the faint pressure it emitted was even stronger than that of an ordinary supreme being.

It was even stronger than one of the Demon Kings, Li Xin!

"This is..." Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, his expression still calm.

"As long as you kill this person, I will grant all your wishes!" Long Aotian's gaze was filled with overwhelming hatred as he coldly looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Rest assured, you are fated to meet me; your enemies are but ants before me," the demonic figure with black dragon scales said in a flat voice.

"This aura is completely out of place with the Nine Heavens Celestial Domain. Could it be the remnant of a supreme being left by a powerful entity from another realm?" Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

"Heh, you are quite perceptive. I am from another realm, the fallen Dragon Clan, the Evil Dragon Emperor!" the demonic figure said.

"I see." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

It must be the remnant of this Evil Dragon Emperor that resided in the pitch-black Evil Dragon Ring, which was then picked up by Long Aotian.

One must admit, Long Aotian's opportunities were indeed plentiful.

"Jun Xiaoyao, prepare to die," Long Aotian's face was filled with vengeful delight.

Even if the Evil Dragon Emperor was merely a remnant, it was not something Jun Xiaoyao could withstand.

At that moment, on the other side, Wang Teng, who had originally fallen to the ground, suddenly struggled to rise.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

After standing up, Wang Teng's face still bore a trace of paleness, but the coldness in his gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao was extreme.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you have made me experience what death truly is; next, you will also taste this flavor," Wang Teng's voice was filled with extreme killing intent.

"Interesting, didn't I already sever your primordial spirit?" Jun Xiaoyao remained indifferent, curiously asking.

"Hehe..." Wang Teng smiled, and suddenly, a light surged from his brow.

Then, a broken ancient talisman floated in the air, exuding an imperial might.

"A broken imperial weapon?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze flickered slightly.

This broken ancient talisman surprisingly had the effect of protecting the primordial spirit, which was beyond Jun Xiaoyao's expectations.

Wang Teng and Long Aotian indeed had extraordinary fortunes, finding their respective opportunities even within the Bronze Immortal Palace.

But that's fine; the fattened leeks are what Jun Xiaoyao is interested in harvesting.

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