From the very beginning, the Fallen Feather Saint Son descended upon Baiwang City.

No one could have predicted the current situation.

In the minds of these Burial Soil creatures, the most likely scenario was the Fallen Feather Saint Son crushing Jun Xiaoyao.

At the very least, maintaining an advantage.

After all, the prestige of the Ten Little Kings was deeply ingrained in the minds of every Burial Soil creature.

The Ten Little Kings represented unrivaled talent, unmatched strength.

But now, reality slapped the Burial Soil creatures hard in the face.

The truth proved that so-called unmatched talent was only relative.

What were the Ten Little Kings worth, only because they hadn't encountered someone stronger.

And now, someone who could crush the celestial pride of the Ten Little Kings had appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao's fist came crashing down on the Fallen Feather Saint Son with a speed like lightning.

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

"Foolish!"

Jun Xiaoyao didn't want to waste words, nor did he stop his actions.

With a thunderous sound, Jun Xiaoyao's fierce punch, imbued with a hundred billion jin of Divine Power, smashed towards the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

The result was beyond words, the body of the Fallen Feather Saint Son was smashed into pieces, directly shattering apart.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son's head flew off, his face frozen in utter terror.

He swore, even the Ancient Tyrant Body of the Netherworld King Hall ranked at the top of the Ten Little Kings did not give him such a sense of despairing oppression.

The Fallen Feather Saint Son felt he wasn't facing a peer but a reincarnated Great Emperor.

As Jun Xiaoyao struck, his mind's Power of the Primordial Spirit surged, and an Order Divine Chain flew out, forming a golden short sword, directly stabbing into the Fallen Feather Saint Son's brain.

With the Primordial Emperor Dao Sword unleashed, it annihilated the Divine Palace within the Fallen Feather Saint Son's brain along with his Primordial Spirit.

This scene was something that happened in just a fleeting moment.

Even Xue Ling and Celestial Nether, the two Saints of the Fallen Feather Race couldn't make it in time to save him.

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

No creature dared to kill a member of the Fallen Feather Race in the Yin Nether Realm, let alone the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

This was virtually a rule carved in iron.

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

What about the Fallen Feather Saint Son? If he wanted to kill, he killed.

"You little brat, how dare you!"

Blood Ascension Saint and Celestial Nether Saint, the two Saint of the Fallen Feather Race, felt their minds buzzing with rage.

The strongest celestial pride of their Fallen Feather Race was killed instantly, and that too right before their eyes.

The surrounding creatures in Baiwang City widened their eyes in shock, their mouths agape.

"Oh my goodness, he actually killed the Fallen Feather Saint Son?"

"Is this mad? Doesn't he care for his life?"

In their view, even if Jun Xiaoyao had the ability to kill the Fallen Feather Saint Son, he shouldn't have struck the killing blow.

Leave a way out, so that we may meet again someday.

But little did they know, Jun Xiaoyao's personality was self-aggrandizing and willful.

If he wanted to kill, he would kill.

Without the least bit of hesitation.

Patriarch Cang and the others were shocked to see the Fallen Feather Saint Son fall.

Jun Xiaoyao's action was undoubtedly declaring a life and death vendetta with the Fallen Feather Race.

Even their Cang Family might become targets for the Fallen Feather Race's wrath.

The Cang sisters, however, showed no fear; they supported Jun Xiaoyao no matter what he did.

"You little brat, die!"

Blood Ascension Saint and Celestial Nether Saint both made their move.

No concern for bullying by the strong, no regard for their status.

They had to kill Jun Xiaoyao, lest the Fallen Feather Saint Son's death be in vain, and the Fallen Feather Race's prestige plummet.

Seeing this, the creatures present could only shake their heads slightly.

The outcome was determined.

With two Saints disregarding their status, what more could be said?

Other than death, is there any other result?

"Patriarch!" Cang Yue and Cangxue called anxiously.

Patriarch Cang gritted his teeth slightly, yet still made his move.

Boom!

Patriarch Cang's figure flashed as he intervened in the fight, standing in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmm, is your Cang Family rebelling?" Blood Ascension Saint and Celestial Nether Saint's gazes were icy cold.

Patriarch Cang gritted his teeth in silence.

His intervention was due to what the Cang sisters had previously told him, regarding Jun Xiaoyao's background.

He was from the Desolate Ancient Royal Family.

As a Saint himself, Patriarch Cang had some insight and naturally knew what the Jun Family signified.

A decade ago, that battle which affected the entire Ancient Burial Land and even the Burial Realm, wasn't it all due to the Jun Family?

Such a terrifying power, even the Fallen Feather Race was inferior.

If they could establish ties, the benefits for the Cang Family would be immense.

This was why Patriarch Cang dared to take the risk.

He was gambling!

"Oh?" Seeing Patriarch Cang's intervention, Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat surprised.

It seemed the Cang Family was not foolish.

Though he didn't need their help, the Cang Family's actions at this moment were quite pleasing to him.

"It seems your Cang Family has lived too long and is courting destruction." Blood Ascension Saint's eyes shot bloody beams.

"My lord, let us help you eradicate the Cang Family!"

At this moment, Patriarch Gongming stepped forward with a sinister smile.

"And us as well."

The strong ones from the Iron Bone Race and Cyan Ghost Race stepped forward in unison.

"You..." Patriarch Cang's expression turned ashen.

These three factions clearly intended to hit him when he was down, then divide the Cang Family.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Jun Xiaoyao coldly laughed, waving his hand.

Instantly, three figures stood before Jun Xiaoyao.

When these three figures appeared, the entire realm's aura became chaotic, a vast oppression spreading out.

These three figures, their bodies exuding a cold metallic luster, tall in stature, covered with intricate and ancient patterns, emanating a mysterious Secret Power.

"Are those... puppets?"

At the sight of these three puppets, those present were somewhat stunned.

But when they sensed the aura emitting from these puppets, their astonishment turned to deep terror.

Because these three puppets were exuding Great Saint Level fluctuations.

These three were actually Great Saint Realm puppets!

This was utterly terrifying, making one's scalp tingle!

Puppets at the Great Saint Level, how incredibly rare and unseen, not even Immortal Influences could produce many.

Never mind Great Saints, even Saint and Saint King Level puppets were scarce in the Immortal Realm.

Blood Ascension and Celestial Nether, the two Saints, were terrified, their eyes almost falling from their sockets.

Their expressions of fury and ferocity almost instantly changed to panic and disbelief!

"Go!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was indifferent, as if the Death God had descended, claiming lives like an Asura.

The three Great Saint Realm puppets moved instantaneously.

One puppet attacked Blood Ascension and Celestial Nether, the two Saints.

The other two went after the Gongming Family and the other three major powers.

Next came the moment of slaughter!

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