Chapter 58: Subduing the Nine-Headed Lion

Roar!

The nine-headed lion let out a mournful howl as four of its heads were severed in an instant, leaving it severely injured.

At this moment, the remaining five heads displayed expressions of panic.

This human race is too terrifying!

If it weren't for the knowledge that Jun Xiaoyao was the divine son of an ancient family, the nine-headed lion would truly believe he was a true dragon transformed into human form.

Such terrifying physical strength is simply more powerful than these ancient races.

"Even if you are an ancient holy body, you cannot be this strong!"

The nine-headed lion roared in anger, its entire body radiating divine light.

At the severed necks of its four heads, divine mist swirled, as if new heads were about to grow.

"The vitality of the nine-headed lion lineage is too vigorous!"

Seeing the state of the nine-headed lion, many human cultivators were astonished.

But even so, such methods were still insufficient before Jun Xiaoyao.

"Do not use your limited imagination to gauge my abilities."

Jun Xiaoyao would not give the nine-headed lion a chance to recover. He struck again, not using any divine techniques, simply delivering powerful punches.

Each punch was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, breaking the bones and tendons of the nine-headed lion.

This ferocious hand-to-hand combat left everyone in shock.

"Truly worthy of being an ancient holy body, an invincible existence in close combat..." An elder from the Jiang family sighed in the void.

"Now, are you willing to be my mount?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Hmph, I am a descendant of the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint. Even if I die, I will never suffer such humiliation!"

The remaining five heads of the nine-headed lion all let out defiant roars.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jun Xiaoyao struck again.

A few breaths later, the nine-headed lion was left with only four heads.

"Don't think you can make me submit!" the nine-headed lion continued to shout.

A quarter of an hour later, the nine-headed lion was down to three heads, and it began to panic.

"Jun family divine son, if you have the ability, come back and fight another day!" The nine-headed lion's eyes flashed with fear, its tone fierce yet weak.

After a few more breaths, it was down to two heads.

For the nine-headed lion, while its heads could regenerate, if all nine were severed, it would be utterly hopeless, and even a deity could not save it.

In the end, the nine-headed lion let out a cry for mercy.

"Divine son, please stop! Don't cut off my last head! If you do, I'll be bald!"

The nine-headed lion, beaten to the point of howling, lay on the ground begging for mercy.

It was covered in blood, with only one head left, wearing a face that seemed to want to cry but had no tears.

A perfectly fine nine-headed lion had been reduced to a single-headed lion by Jun Xiaoyao.

Many cultivators witnessing this scene were left speechless.

Just moments ago, the nine-headed lion had been defiant and unyielding, but now it lay on the ground like a fat orange cat, wagging its tail and begging for mercy—a stark contrast.

"Have you surrendered?"

Jun Xiaoyao stepped on the remaining head of the nine-headed lion.

"I surrender, I surrender! Divine son, please don't kill me!" The nine-headed lion trembled, no longer possessing even a shred of the ancient royal family's dignity.

It knew that Jun Xiaoyao truly dared to kill it.

With the background of the Jun family, even the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint would find it hard to take revenge.

"Well, you can barely be my mount," Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

The nine-headed lion was extremely powerful, and its current state was solely due to the opponent being him.

For any other genius, it would be very difficult to humiliate the nine-headed lion to this extent.

"Yes..." The nine-headed lion lowered its head.

Many cultivators watching this scene felt as if a storm was surging in their hearts.

Tearing apart the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow and subduing the nine-headed lion.

To ordinary people, this seemed impossible.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao accomplished it with ease.

Long Bi Chi took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.

Now she finally understood why the ancestor had warned her like that.

"Long Haotian, you didn't die in vain..." Long Bi Chi's beautiful eyes were filled with extreme apprehension.

At the same time, she recalled the prodigy who was still in seclusion, merging with dragon essence.

"I wonder if Long Aotian, who has merged seven dragon essences along with the blood of the imperial dragon, can surpass the Jun family divine son?"

On the other side, Ji Xuan, Xiao Chen, and others had raised the danger level of Jun Xiaoyao to the extreme.

At this moment, an anomaly emerged from the great fissure in the earth, gray mist rolling and light surging.

"The Supreme Secret Vault has finally opened!"

All cultivators and ancient beings were invigorated.

Jun Xiaoyao looked over, and there was no sign of a system prompt in his mind.

"It seems I need to delve deeper into the depths of the Yuan Tian Secret Vault to sign in," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

"Let's go!"

Ji Xuan and the others, their eyes flashing, summoned their powers, enveloping themselves, and charged down.

With one action, the rest of the cultivators followed closely behind.

As for Long Bi Chi, upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, ultimately chose to give up provoking him.

"I originally came here to deal with Jun Xiaoyao and to showcase the reputation of my ancestral dragon nest, but now it seems I have indeed underestimated the situation."

"I should focus on finding the ancient dragon bones instead," Long Bi Chi thought to herself.

She had initially come primarily to trouble Jun Xiaoyao, with finding ancient dragon bones as a secondary goal.

But now, having witnessed Jun Xiaoyao's strength firsthand, Long Bi Chi consciously prioritized the search for ancient dragon bones.

Seeing Long Bi Chi obediently enter the great fissure, Jun Xiaoyao chuckled softly, "Now that's smart..."

"Let's go." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, riding the nine-headed lion, and was the first to enter the great fissure.

Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Linglong, Jun Wanjie, and Jiang Shengyi followed closely behind.

As soon as they entered the fissure, thick gray mist surged in.

It was far denser than outside.

Many cultivators who rashly entered were quickly corroded by the gray mist, losing their sanity, their eyes turning red.

This dense gray mist could not be completely isolated even by magical powers.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao casually waved his hand, slapping down several cultivators who had fallen into madness.

Soon, he cleared a path and reached the bottom of the fissure.

Looking around, a magnificent underground palace lay before him, a supreme pressure emanating from deep within.

Jun Xiaoyao released his soul power, roughly probing with his divine sense.

The entire palace seemed to be divided into inner and outer layers.

The outer layer should be accessible to most people, while the inner layer likely required the Yuan Tian Supreme Token.

"It seems that to sign in, I need to delve into the inner layer," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

At this moment, Ji Xuan had already darted toward the palace, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

"Hmm? Does he know something?" Jun Xiaoyao noticed Ji Xuan's expression, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

From Ji Xuan's demeanor, it seemed he was vaguely aware of some secrets of the Supreme Secret Vault.

"Ji Xuan, let you be my treasure-hunting mouse," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

On the other side, he also noticed that Xiao Chen was rushing toward another entrance of the palace.

Jun Xiaoyao knew that Xiao Chen was a person of fortune, and he would likely gain significant rewards within this secret vault.

Thinking of this, Jun Xiaoyao turned to Wan Jie and said, "I have something to instruct you."

"Yes, please speak, young master." Jun Wanjie cupped his hands.

Jun Xiaoyao transmitted his voice, and Jun Wanjie nodded, disappearing in a flash.

"Heh... the entire Yuan Tian Secret Vault is under my control."

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, confident and composed.