Chapter 49

The world fell into a deathly silence.

Watching Hei Tu, the Black Cloud Clan's prodigy, being killed in just two moves, all the cultivators around Nantian City swallowed hard.

Hei Tu, as a prodigy of the Black Cloud Clan, was not weak but rather very strong.

His strength could even rival that of the prodigies of major sects and the heavenly pride of Dao traditions.

Otherwise, he would not have become Jun Wanjie's follower.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao, with a mere flip of his hand, effortlessly exterminated a prodigy.

This left the cultivators who saw Jun Xiaoyao's first move with a shock in their eyes.

The divine son of the Jun family, the Zero Sequence, truly lived up to his name!

"Jun Xiaoyao!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, echoed.

It was Jun Wanjie, his hair standing on end, eyes shooting out three-foot-long lightning, showing the extreme anger in his heart.

To have his follower killed right in front of him was a blatant slap in the face.

And it was a slap that left no room for mercy.

Boom!

Jun Wanjie said no more; he could no longer tolerate it.

Whatever consequences would come later, Jun Wanjie now only wanted to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

He struck out with one hand, terrifying lightning pouring out, transforming into ten thousand rays of lightning, the power so formidable that it made one's heart tremble.

This was a powerful lightning martial art, the Eight Desolations Thunder Palm.

With Jun Wanjie's Thunder Tribulation Body, a single palm strike would leave any Divine Bridge Realm prodigy either dead or injured.

"Be careful, Divine Son!"

Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but warn.

Although he knew Jun Xiaoyao was strong, Jun Wanjie was not weak either.

Previously, he and Jun Linglong had both failed to block Jun Wanjie's single move.

However, just as Jun Zhangjian spoke, he choked, his pupils slowly widening.

Jun Xiaoyao clenched his five fingers into a fist and casually punched out, without any trace of force, but it seemed to unleash a dragon's roar!

A true dragon's shadow coiled around his fist, exploding out!

It was the Dragon Fist, a divine art from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

At the same time, within his body, seventy thousand giant elephant particles, imbued with seven hundred million pounds of divine power, poured out with this punch!

The dual power叠加, the shockwave seemed to want to push across ten thousand miles of the sky!

Boom!

Terrifying magical power ripples spread out, like a small nuclear bomb exploding, making the entire Nantian City tremble three times.

Under the gaze of everyone, a figure was sent flying backward from the core of the collision, like a broken kite, blood splattering the sky!

It was Jun Wanjie!

His body flew backward, his arm that had thrown the punch twisted in a strange way, clearly broken.

His face was pale, his eyes looking at Jun Xiaoyao with unprecedented shock!

Many things, if not experienced personally, are impossible to truly understand the despair!

Jun Wanjie finally understood the despair that Ye Xingyun and Long Haotian had felt.

It was as if he was not facing a person at all.

But a young emperor!

"Jun Xiaoyao, your strength..." Jun Wanjie stopped his retreat, his pupils trembling.

Not just him, but everyone in Nantian City was stunned.

Jun Zhangjian was dumbfounded!

He knew Jun Xiaoyao was not afraid of Jun Wanjie, but he didn't expect such a crushing dominance.

"Divine Son, truly has an invincible posture..." Jun Xuehuang sighed.

"Master..." Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes were filled with admiration and adoration.

This was her master, invincible in this world!

"I don't believe it, let's go again!"

No matter what, Jun Wanjie, who had risen from the bottom, had a more resilient character than the likes of Ye Xingyun.

He clearly would not admit defeat so easily.

Lightning wrapped around Jun Wanjie's body, and his broken arm made a crackling sound, then it was restored.

"Truly worthy of the Thunder Tribulation Body, rumored to be tempered by heavenly tribulations, making the physical body incredibly strong!"

Seeing Jun Wanjie's arm restored, many cultivators' eyes flickered.

The Thunder Tribulation Body ranked in the top three hundred among the three thousand constitutions, with its own extraordinary qualities.

"So what if the physical body is strong? It was still shattered by the Jun family's divine son's punch. Compared to the Ancient Holy Body, the Thunder Tribulation Body is just trash!"

Many female cultivators pouted, disdainfully.

At this moment, they had already become Jun Xiaoyao's die-hard fans.

How many young prodigies in the entire Vast Heaven Immortal Domain could match his looks and strength?

At this moment, Jun Wanjie stood in the sky, lightning surrounding him.

His gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao no longer held any trace of contempt.

"I cultivate the Supreme Law, possess the Thunder Tribulation Body, and should enforce the will of heaven, controlling the ten thousand lightning tribulations!"

"Eight Thunder Prohibitions, Desolate Thunder Deity!"

Jun Wanjie let out a long howl, countless rays of lightning bursting out, intertwining in the air.

Black tribulation clouds rolled, as if a thunder deity had manifested, a scene that shook the hearts of all.

"Enforcing the will of heaven, how laughable!" Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm.

"Even heaven must bow before this divine son, let alone you!"

Jun Xiaoyao's black hair fluttered, his cold words filled with boundless dominance.

He activated the golden spirit sea of the Ancient Holy Body, a mighty magical power surging out, faintly forming a golden divine elephant that suppressed the ancient times.

The Divine Elephant Hell Suppressing Technique was pushed to its limit.

At the same time, his left hand formed the War Technique, and ten thousand divine weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, and more—condensed in the air, carrying a sound that could shatter the heavens.

In his right hand, he used the dragon aura to manifest a vivid true dragon shadow, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's divine art, the True Dragon Heaven Trapping Technique, extracted from the dragon essence.

Both techniques unleashed, the true dragon shadow burst into the sky, colliding with the lightning deity in the black tribulation clouds, causing the heavens to split and the earth to crack!

The ten thousand divine weapons charged at Jun Wanjie.

"How could this be..."

Before Jun Wanjie could react, he was hit.

Even with his full defense, he still suffered a severe impact, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, bones and tendons broken.

Jun Xiaoyao summoned the Demon Wings, moving through the air at incredible speed, instantly landing above Jun Wanjie, imbued with divine power, his foot descending like a divine king's step.

Boom!

A bone-chilling sound echoed.

His foot landed directly on Jun Wanjie's chest.

The two figures fell like meteors.

Accompanied by a thunderous boom.

Jun Wanjie's body crashed heavily to the ground, while Jun Xiaoyao's foot remained on his chest, his other hand resting behind his back.

His clothes fluttered, not a speck of dust on them.

The contrast was too great, making people feel as if it were unreal.

The fifth sequence of the Jun family, now under Jun Xiaoyao's foot, unable to move.

Was Jun Wanjie weak?

Absolutely not, everyone had seen the might of Jun Wanjie just now.

So there was only one conclusion.

Jun Xiaoyao was too strong.

And many people noticed that Jun Xiaoyao had not used his full strength.

He hadn't even activated his Supreme Bone or the Holy Body's phenomena.

"Jun Xiaoyao, take your foot off!" Jun Wanjie's face turned liver-colored, roaring in anger, unable to remain calm.

Boom!

Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao stomped down again, causing Jun Wanjie to spit blood, his chest bones shattering.

"Wouldn't it be better to just be a good fifth sequence, instead of being so blind?" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"I haven't lost, just give me time..." Jun Wanjie's expression was fierce, unwilling to admit defeat.

"I have no interest in a defeated opponent. Even if I give you ten thousand years, you will only see my back, until you can no longer see it..."

Jun Xiaoyao's words were truly heart-wrenching.

Jun Wanjie's face turned red and blue, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his Dao heart nearly shattered from anger!