Chapter 56: Fist of Annihilation Against the Ancient Relics
The ancient relic of the unified realm was not something even Ji Xuan could handle easily.
Let alone for Jun Xiaoyao, who was at a lower level of cultivation.
Although Ji Bangyin did not say anything mocking or derogatory, his words were laced with a sense of watching a show.
Jun Zhantian's old face showed no change, and he even smiled.
He was well aware of Jun Xiaoyao's strength.
Outside the Supreme Secret Vault, as he watched the rushing Demon Ape, Jun Xiaoyao's face, which was as elegant as a celestial being, showed no signs of disturbance.
With a wave of his hand, an endless golden spiritual sea surged within him.
The majestic golden mana surged like an ocean, vast and overwhelming.
In the void, the mana condensed into weapons like swords, spears, halberds, axes, and hooks.
This was the Jun family's martial arts divine ability, the Weapon Assault Technique.
"Go!"
Jun Xiaoyao pushed forward with one hand, and countless divine weapons transformed into a golden torrent, charging towards the Demon Ape.
Seeing this, the Demon Ape let out a roar to the heavens, its black aura surging violently, condensing into a black armor on its surface.
Boom!
A thunderous collision erupted as the Weapon Assault Technique shattered the Demon Ape's black armor, yet it did not inflict significant damage to its flesh.
"Truly worthy of being an ancient relic." Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.
The Demon Ape, noticing this, unleashed a black horn from its forehead, which emitted dark runes, transforming into a beam of annihilation aimed directly at Jun Xiaoyao.
From all directions, some cultivators who had rushed to this place raised their eyes to look.
Ji Xuan, Xiao Chen, and the hidden Wu Mingyue also cast their gazes in concern.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as calm as water.
He once again unleashed the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique.
A pitch-black phantom of the Underworld God spread out from his body.
This was the strongest defense in the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique, the Underworld God Guardian!
Bang!
The dark beam struck the Underworld God Guardian, creating ripples but failing to break through the defense.
Even the ferocious Demon Ape, with its blood-red eyes, was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting that this human, whose cultivation was even lower than its own, could withstand its ultimate divine ability.
Jun Xiaoyao extended his demon wings behind him, accelerating to flash in front of the Demon Ape in an instant.
He formed a seal with his hands, and a magnificent figure that reached the heavens and descended to the underworld manifested between heaven and earth.
A terrifying might that suppressed the universe, sun, moon, and the world surged from Jun Xiaoyao!
He stood amidst the emperor's phantom, as if he were the son of a deity who ruled over heaven and earth!
With the Human King Seal unleashed, he suppressed the universe!
Boom!
Like an ancient divine mountain pressing down, Jun Xiaoyao struck with a seal, directly slamming the Demon Ape to the ground, causing its skin to split and blood to flow.
The Demon Ape let out an angry roar, but Jun Xiaoyao struck down with another punch.
The vast punch wind seemed to form a spatial storm, shaking the eight directions!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With three punches, this fearsome ancient relic was completely silenced.
The entire scene fell silent!
A dead silence!
This moment was truly shocking to behold!
Jun Xiaoyao appeared ethereal and elegant, like an immortal untouched by the mundane world.
Yet when he struck, he was so violent that he turned an ancient relic into a meat patty with three punches.
Ji Xuan's gaze was more serious than ever.
Xiao Chen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness and a hint of faint fear!
Jun Xiaoyao was too strong.
Xiao Chen had thought that after years of cultivation, he had completely caught up to Jun Xiaoyao.
But now it seemed that Jun Xiaoyao's strength still left him feeling a sense of despair.
And hidden in the shadows, Wu Mingyue's clear eyes also reflected shock.
There was truth in the saying that a renowned figure is not without merit.
In the void above the Taihuang Forest.
Ji Bangyin wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
Jun Zhantian stroked his beard and chuckled, "Ah, my grandson is good at everything, except he doesn't know how to be low-key."
Hearing this, Ji Bangyin's face stiffened, feeling as if there was a thorn in his throat, uncomfortable all over.
Fortunately, Ji Xuan's performance was also commendable; otherwise, Ji Bangyin would truly have no face to stay here.
"In this great era of contention, it seems that the Jun family's divine son is the only one on stage," an elder from the Jiang family sighed.
He meant no offense, after all, Jun Xiaoyao was also Jiang Rou's son, making him half a member of the Jiang family.
"Hmph, the outcome is not yet determined; it's too early to say such things," an elder from the Canglong lineage said indifferently.
At this moment, near the Supreme Secret Vault, at the Dragon's Nest of the Ancestral Dragon.
The Nine-Headed Lion Clan and the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow lineage were also rushing from another direction of the Taihuang Forest.
In an instant, outside the Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Realm, powerful figures gathered, and the atmosphere became tense.
Dragon Bi Chi noticed Jun Xiaoyao at first glance.
This was not intentional.
It was because as long as Jun Xiaoyao stood there, it was as if he were at the center of the universe, drawing everyone's gaze involuntarily.
"You are Jun Xiaoyao?" Dragon Bi Chi's gaze fell on him, asking casually.
"And you are...?" Jun Xiaoyao replied, looking at her with indifference.
He could tell that the woman before him had dragon horns, clearly a prodigy from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
"I am Dragon Bi Chi from the Canglong lineage of the Ancestral Dragon Nest," she said with a hint of pride.
Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao's expression turned slightly strange.
After a long pause, he said, "Hmm, what a fragrant name you have..."
Dragon Bi Chi looked at him in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind his words.
In another direction, a golden divine light illuminated the heavens.
A majestic golden lion strode through the air, shaking the sky.
Its most distinctive feature was its nine heads, with blood surging like a tide.
When all nine heads roared simultaneously, it was like thunder shaking the heavens, exuding an overwhelming aura.
"That's the young supreme of the Nine-Headed Lion Clan!" Many human cultivators turned pale and exclaimed.
The Nine-Headed Lion Clan was undoubtedly an extremely powerful ancient race.
It was said that long ago, the Nine-Headed Lions wreaked havoc, and no one could stop them until a Buddha Emperor intervened, taming them as mounts and guardian deities.
In more recent times, although the Nine-Headed Lion Clan was scarce in number, they had a supreme being known as the Nine Spirits Primordial Sage, who established the clan's reputation.
If not for their extremely low numbers, they would undoubtedly rank among the ancient royal families.
"Could this young supreme be a descendant of the Nine Spirits Primordial Sage?" a human prodigy expressed wariness.
The Nine-Headed Lion looked at Jun Xiaoyao and spoke human words, "Indeed, young supreme of the human race, your strength is impressive; you are qualified to follow this king."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the sky, a sudden gust of demonic wind arose, and a massive black bird blotted out the sun as it approached.
Its wings resembled clouds hanging from the sky, and its eyes were like two blood moons floating.
Wherever it passed, a bloody aura enveloped the area, causing many human cultivators to turn pale.
The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow Clan was another ancient race known for its ferocity.
"The human race doesn't even have the qualifications to be followers; they only deserve to be blood food..."
The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow spoke, its gaze fixed on Jun Xiaoyao, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow Clan was extremely vicious, relishing the flesh and blood of humans.
And Jun Xiaoyao's ancient sacred body was like a potent human tonic, akin to Tang Seng's flesh.
However, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow also knew that Jun Xiaoyao had protectors, so it did not dare to fantasize about devouring him.
Observing these ancient beings spouting arrogance, Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion as he spoke.
"Are all of you ancient races this brainless?"