Chapter 50: The Divine Child's Unmatched Presence
The world fell into a dead silence.
Watching the black soil that was obliterated in just two moves, all the cultivators around South Sky City swallowed hard.
As a prodigy of the Black Cloud Clan, the black soil was not only strong but exceptionally powerful.
His strength could even rival that of some great sect's prodigies and the top talents of various lineages.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to become a follower of Jun Wanjie.
Now, Jun Xiaoyao had effortlessly killed a prodigy with just a flip of his hand.
This left those who were witnessing Jun Xiaoyao's power for the first time in shock.
The Jun family's divine son, Zero Sequence, truly lived up to his reputation!
"Jun Xiaoyao!"
A furious roar erupted like thunder from a clear sky.
It was Jun Wanjie, his hair standing on end, his eyes shooting out three feet of lightning, revealing his inner fury at its peak.
His own follower was killed right before his eyes; this was a blatant slap in the face.
Moreover, it was done without any mercy.
Boom!
Jun Wanjie said no more; he could no longer endure it.
What consequences would follow could be discussed later; right now, Jun Wanjie only wanted to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.
He struck out with one hand, unleashing terrifying lightning that transformed into countless bolts, creating a powerful wave that sent chills down everyone's spine.
This was a formidable lightning martial art, the Eight Desolations Thunder Palm.
Empowered by Jun Wanjie's Thunder Tribulation Battle Body, a single palm strike could either kill or severely injure any prodigy at the Divine Bridge realm.
"Be careful, Divine Son!"
Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but call out a warning.
Though he knew Jun Xiaoyao was strong, Jun Wanjie was no weakling either.
Previously, he and Jun Linglong had been unable to withstand a single move from Jun Wanjie.
However, as soon as Jun Zhangjian spoke, he was left speechless, his pupils slowly widening.
Jun Xiaoyao clenched his fist lightly and unleashed a punch that seemed effortless, yet it resonated with the roar of a dragon!
A phantom of a true dragon coiled around his fist and exploded forth!
This was the divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the Dragon Fist.
At the same time, within him, seventy thousand giant elephant particles combined to unleash seven hundred million pounds of divine power, pouring out with this punch!
With the dual powers combined, the wave seemed ready to push the heavens back for ten thousand miles!
Boom!
The terrifying ripples of magical power spread out like a small nuclear bomb exploding, causing the entire South Sky City to tremble three times.
Under everyone's gaze, a figure was sent flying from the core of the collision, like a kite with a broken string, blood splattering across the sky!
It was none other than Jun Wanjie!
He flew backward, his punching arm twisted in an unnatural position, clearly broken.
His face was pale, and he looked at Jun Xiaoyao with unprecedented shock!
Many things, if not personally experienced but merely observed, could not convey that sense of despair!
Now, Jun Wanjie finally understood the despair that Ye Xingyun and Long Haotian had felt back then.
It was as if he was not facing a person at all.
But a young emperor!
"Jun Xiaoyao, your strength..." Jun Wanjie halted his retreat, his pupils trembling slightly.
Not just him; everyone in South Sky City was stunned.
Jun Zhangjian was dumbfounded!
He knew Jun Xiaoyao was unafraid of Jun Wanjie, but he never expected such a crushing dominance.
"Divine Son, truly an invincible presence..." Jun Xuehuang sighed.
"Young Master..." Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes brimmed with admiration and infatuation.
This was her master, destined to be unmatched in this world!
"I don't believe it, come again!"
No matter how strong Jun Wanjie was, he had risen from the bottom and had a more resolute character than Ye Xingyun and the like.
He clearly could not just admit defeat.
Jun Wanjie's body was enveloped in lightning, and the bones in his shattered arm crackled, but then his arm miraculously healed.
"Truly worthy of the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body; it is said that this physique is tempered by heavenly tribulations, making the body incredibly strong!"
Seeing Jun Wanjie's arm restored, many cultivators' eyes flickered.
The Thunder Tribulation Battle Body ranked among the top three hundred of the three thousand physiques, and it had its extraordinary qualities.
"So what if the body is strong? It was still shattered by the Jun family's divine son with a single punch. Compared to the Ancient Sacred Body, the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body is just trash!"
Many female cultivators scoffed, disdain evident in their expressions.
At this moment, they had long become die-hard fans of Jun Xiaoyao.
After all, how many young prodigies in the entire Ancient Heaven Immortal Domain could match his looks and strength?
At this moment, Jun Wanjie stood atop the heavens, surrounded by swirling lightning.
His gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao held no trace of contempt.
"I cultivate the Supreme Law, possessing the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body, and shall act as heaven's punishment, controlling all lightning tribulations!"
"Eight Thunder Bans, Ancient Thunder God!"
Jun Wanjie howled to the sky, billions of bolts of lightning erupted, intertwining in the void.
Black tribulation clouds rolled in, as if a thunder deity was manifesting, a sight that shook the heart.
"Heaven's punishment? Ridiculous!" Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.
"In front of this divine son, even heaven must bow down; what more you!"
Jun Xiaoyao's black hair billowed as he spoke coldly, exuding boundless dominance.
He activated the golden spiritual sea of the Ancient Sacred Body, surging with immense magical power, subtly condensing into a golden divine elephant that suppressed the ages.
The Divine Elephant's Prison Suppression Technique was pushed to its limits.
At the same time, his left hand performed the Weapon Destruction Technique, summoning countless divine weapons from the void, each carrying a sound that could shatter the heavens.
His right hand, however, manifested a vivid true dragon shadow using dragon energy, which was the Ancestral Dragon Nest's divine ability, the True Dragon Binding Technique.
With both techniques unleashed, the true dragon phantom surged toward the black tribulation clouds, crashing into the thunder deity within, causing the heavens to shatter and the earth to quake!
Countless divine weapons surged toward Jun Wanjie.
"How could this be..."
Jun Wanjie had yet to react before he was struck.
Even with his full defense, he was violently impacted, unable to suppress a mouthful of blood, bones shattered and tendons torn.
Jun Xiaoyao summoned the Wings of the Demon, moving through the void at incredible speed, landing above Jun Wanjie, channeling divine power, and stomped down as if a god-king had descended.
Boom!
A sound that made one's scalp tingle echoed.
His foot landed squarely on Jun Wanjie's chest.
The two figures fell like shooting stars.
Accompanied by a resounding crash.
Jun Wanjie's body slammed heavily into the ground, while Jun Xiaoyao's foot remained on Jun Wanjie's chest, one hand casually resting behind him.
His robes fluttered, untouched by dust.
The contrast was so immense that it created an unreal feeling.
The fifth sequence of the Jun family was now trampled underfoot by Jun Xiaoyao, unable to move.
Was Jun Wanjie weak?
Absolutely not; everyone had witnessed Jun Wanjie's earlier might.
Thus, only one conclusion remained.
Jun Xiaoyao was simply too strong.
Moreover, many could see that Jun Xiaoyao had not even used all his strength.
He hadn't even activated his Supreme Bone or the Sacred Body's manifestations.
"Jun Xiaoyao, take your foot off!" Jun Wanjie's face turned as red as a pig's liver, shouting in anger, unable to maintain his composure.
Boom!
Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao stomped down again, causing Jun Wanjie to spew blood, his chest bones fracturing.
"Isn't it better to honestly be your fifth sequence? Why be so blind?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.
"I'm not defeated yet; just give me time..." Jun Wanjie's expression twisted in rage, unwilling to concede.
"I'm not interested in defeated opponents. Even if you were given a hundred thousand years, you could only futilely watch my back until you can no longer see it..."
Jun Xiaoyao's words were like a dagger to the heart.
Jun Wanjie's face turned red and green, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, nearly driven to the brink of collapse!