Chapter 208
The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Son Of God became more and more intense in the entire Senluo Continent.
Everyone was looking forward to this great battle.
Several days later, the Fallen Son Of God finally announced that he would fight with Jun Xiaoyao in the Black Mountain.
The Black Mountain was the same as the Death Sea. They were both dangerous places in the Senluo Continent, filled with all kinds of demonic beasts and primordial species.
It was rumored that there was a blood-stained ancient battle platform in the depths of the Black Mountain.
As long as anyone stepped in and fought, they wouldn't be disturbed by the outside world.
Even Saints wouldn't be able to interfere with the battle.
As long as the two sides entered, unless one side was completely defeated or died, the ancient battle platform wouldn't let them out.
It could be said that the Fallen Son Of God chose such a location because he was determined to fight with all his might.
Although Jun Xiaoyao was strong, he wasn't weak either.
If he started to be afraid before the battle, what was the point of fighting?
The Fallen Son Of God's actions were to cut off his own path of retreat.
Only by fighting with his back against the wall could he unleash his greatest potential.
If the Fallen Son Of God won this battle, the benefits he would obtain would be endless.
"This Fallen Son Of God is quite bold."
After hearing this news, Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent.
He knew that the Fallen Son Of God's actions were to extinguish the fear and fear in his heart, completely cutting off his path of retreat.
If he didn't reach the Extreme Realm, he would die.
"Young Master, this Fallen Son Of God wants to harm you. Why don't you let me go?" Yi Yu said from the side.
Everyone knew that the Fallen Son Of God wanted to step on Jun Xiaoyao in this battle.
No one knew what kind of method he would use.
Yi Yu was loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and was willing to take risks for Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head and said, "The Fallen Son Of God's target is me. He will only fight with me."
Although Yi Yu's strength was comparable to the successor of an Immortal Force, and he was strong enough to compete with these young geniuses of the Immortal Realm.
However, the Fallen Son Of God obviously would not lower himself to fight with Jun Xiaoyao's entourage.
"Spread the news that this Son Of God will keep the appointment," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.
Along the way, he had fought countless battles, big and small.
If this Fallen God Child could really give him a pleasant surprise, that would be a fortunate thing.
After all, it was too invincible and boring.
The news of Jun Xiaoyao's appointment was like a fuse that had been lit, causing the entire Senluo Continent to explode.
Cultivators from various factions rushed to the Black Mountain.
Many geniuses of the Immortal Realm also made their move. They could not wait to witness this great battle between the young Supremes of the Immortal Realm.
In an instant, the desolate Black Mountain, which was originally deserted, became extremely lively.
Flying ancient beasts flashed across the sky, floating airships swept across the sky, and ferocious beasts pulled carriages on the ground. They were all geniuses and important figures of various factions.
In just a few days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people.
Even the demonic beasts and Archaic Remains had no choice but to retreat to the deepest part of the Black Mountain.
After a few days of waiting.
In the distant sky, black clouds suddenly swept over.
Nine white skeletal warhorses pulled a carriage across the sky.
On the side, two black-robed figures flashed across the void and followed.
"He's here. The Fallen Son Of God is here!" Everyone was in an uproar.
This young Supremacy who had descended from the Immortal Realm was extremely powerful from the moment he appeared.
He commanded the three factions to destroy the Battle Demon Hall. His demonic aura was overwhelming.
"Is he not here yet? Do I have to wait for him?" The Fallen Son Of God's cold voice came from the carriage. He seemed to be a little impatient.
A few hours later.
A golden light flickered in the distant sky. The nine-headed lion pulled a golden carriage and walked across the sky.
Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Old Ancestor Dongxuan, and the others were on the side.
Yan Qingying, the Battle Demon Hall Master, and the cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall had also followed.
The source of the Battle Demon Hall's tragedy was the Fallen Son Of God's order.
Therefore, they wanted to witness the end of the Fallen Son Of God with their own eyes.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrive, the Fallen Son Of God stepped out of the carriage.
He was surrounded by a black mist, and his face was blurry.
His grayish-white hair was very long, reaching his feet. There was a pair of black and white wings on his back, surrounded by Yin and Yang Qi.
His eyes seemed to reflect the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It was extremely terrifying.
As soon as the Fallen Son Of God appeared, he emitted a dark and cold aura that was suffocating.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you're finally here. Are you ready to pay the price for your actions today?" The Fallen Son Of God said coldly.
Jun Xiaoyao also walked out of the carriage.
He and the Fallen Son Of God were like two extremes.
The Fallen Son Of God was like the God of Death from Hell, emitting a cold and murderous aura.
Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was wearing a white robe and shrouded in an immortal aura, like a banished immortal.
Many female cultivators of the Chenluo Continent were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance.
"The only price I, the Son Of God, have to pay is probably wasting some time," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
These words made the Fallen Son Of God's expression turn even darker.
As for the cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall, they all looked at Fallen Shenzi with extreme hatred.
If it weren't for the Fallen Son Of God, the Battle Demon Palace wouldn't have suffered such a calamity.
Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The Fallen Son Of God also noticed Yan Qingying. After all, her aura was too special. It was different from the others.
"So it's really her?" The Fallen Son Of God thought to himself.
He had previously guessed that the true successor of the God-Devouring Demonic Technique might not be Yan Fei.
Now, he was sure that Yan Fei's sister was the true successor of the God-Devouring Demonic Technique.
"When I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still won't be able to escape from my grasp," The Fallen Son Of God said in a cold voice.
"Why does a dead person have so much nonsense to say?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.
It was true that villains died because they talked too much.
"Humph …"
The Fallen Son Of God did not say anything further. He headed deep into the Black Mountain.
Jun Xiaoyao did the same.
Not long after, they arrived deep inside the Black Mountain. The rest of the cultivators who were watching the show followed them.
Deep inside the Black Mountain, there was an ancient dust-covered arena.
The entire arena was stained with blood, as if it was left by a peerless genius in the past.
The Ancient Battle Arena was filled with an ancient aura. The surrounding space was filled with intertwining Dao runes.
If someone were to step into the arena, it would only end when one of them died.
Jun Xiaoyao casually stepped onto the arena without hesitation.
The Fallen Son Of God could see the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
However, his heart was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao.
After all, he had heard about Jun Xiaoyao's legendary deeds in the Immortal Realm.
It was impossible to say that he did not care at all.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.
"You are thinking too much. Who can make me, the Fallen Son Of God, feel scared?"
The Fallen Son Of God no longer hesitated and stepped onto the Ancient Battle Arena.
However, he didn't know that this single step could be the difference between life and death.
A single step, Yellow Springs!