Jun Xiaoyao, if judged solely by appearance, is undoubtedly a figure akin to a celestial being, exuding an aura of immortality.
However, at this mont, Jun Xiaoyao's thods are exceedingly bloody and ruthless.
With a re gesture, he summons hellish demons, slaughtering hundreds of talented individuals.
This is no longer a battle; it is a complete massacre.
In the face of the anguished cries for rcy from those hundreds of prodigies, Jun Xiaoyao's handso face remains as cold as frost, devoid of any emotion.
Heaven and earth are indifferent; all beings are but fodder.
In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, these prodigies are like a swarm of foolish ants, not even worthy of pity.
Behind him, Yan Qingying watches this scene, her eyes showing no trace of compassion.
Instead, she feels a sense of satisfaction.
These prodigies, seduced by the Holy Maiden Himiko, ca to encircle and kill her, yet now they have beco the slaughtered pigs and dogs.
To be honest, these prodigies are not entirely irredeemable, but unfortunately, they provoked Yan Qingying.
Jun Xiaoyao does not care whether these people are good or evil; anyone who provokes him must die.
Yan Qingying's gaze finally rests on Jun Xiaoyao's back.
Although Yan Qingying is very strong-willed, being near Jun Xiaoyao gives her an inexplicable sense of security, as if she has beco a little woman.
Her obsidian-like eyes also carry a hint of affection.
Perhaps only Jun Xiaoyao can elicit such a look from Yan Qingying.
anwhile, one prodigy after another falls, lifeless.
Himiko and Miao Wuxin are still resisting; after all, their strength is quite remarkable, not re cannon fodder.
"Jun Xiaoyao, as the divine son of the Jun family, how can you use such evil techniques!" Himiko grits her silver teeth, her lips turning pale.
She feels a sense of panic, realizing that there is no escape in this situation.
Miao Wuxin is also struggling desperately, no longer the calm and dignified figure she once was.
It turns out that in the face of life and death, this little Buddhist nun from the Western Paradise is no different from an ordinary person.
Jun Xiaoyao does not respond but looks at Himiko and the others with a gaze that suggests they are simpletons.
Is there really such a foolish guardian of the faith in this world?
Without a word, Jun Xiaoyao's figure flashes, appearing directly in front of Himiko and Miao Wuxin.
At this mont, apart from their desperate struggles, the other hundreds of prodigies have all fallen, and their deaths are extrely tragic.
"Not good!"
Himiko's beautiful face changes dramatically as she hurriedly gathers all her magical power for a desperate fight.
"Heavenly Sacred Judgnt!"
The heavens surge, and holy light descends, making Himiko appear like a descending saintess, her magical power transforming into a beam of judgnt aid at Jun Xiaoyao.
Miao Wuxin also unleashes her full power; at the very least, she must find a way to escape.
"Flower-Picking Buddha's Hand!"
Miao Wuxin forms a gesture with her jade hands, unleashing a powerful Buddhist seal, a supre divine ability from the Western Paradise.
Facing the ultimate moves of the two won, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes reveal a hint of mockery.
He casually extends a finger, and terrifying thunderous power gathers, transforming in the void into a gigantic finger covered in lightning patterns, like the colossal finger of an ancient thunder emperor, crushing down.
This is the pinnacle technique of the Thunder Emperor's divine abilities, the Thunder Emperor's Finger!
With a single point, the thunder rages, causing the void to boil.
Watching from the side, Lei Mingyuan's face turns red with excitent, nearly spiraling into the sky.
"The Thunder Emperor's Finger, the top technique of the Thunder Emperor's divine abilities! I never expected to witness this ultimate skill in my lifeti!" Lei Mingyuan trembles with excitent.
For soone with his Thunder Body, this Thunder Emperor's Finger is practically tailor-made for him.
Of course, even if Jun Xiaoyao were not a Thunder Body, with his strength, the Thunder Emperor's Finger he unleashes reaches perfection, wielding imnse power.
Even if Lei Mingyuan learns this ultimate skill, the power he can unleash cannot compare to Jun Xiaoyao.
Boom!
The void trembles, thunder ripples scatter, and the entire Soul-Ending Cliff seems to be flattened.
Two figures are sent flying, spitting blood; they are Himiko and Miao Wuxin.
At this mont, they are utterly disheveled, their snow-white skin charred black from the lightning, completely losing the grace of a saintess and a Buddhist nun.
Before they can regain their senses, Jun Xiaoyao's figure appears before them as if he had teleported.
Jun Xiaoyao reaches out with both hands, gripping the delicate necks of Himiko and Miao Wuxin.
One is a high and mighty saintess, and the other is an untainted Buddhist nun.
Yet at this mont, they are like two hens, their necks grasped by Jun Xiaoyao, lifted in his hands.
Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength is already formidable; with a casual squeeze, both won turn red in the face, struggling to breathe, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.
The surrounding prodigies watching are dumbfounded.
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that the saintess of the Holy Church and the Buddhist nun of the Western Paradise could be reduced to such a state.
Not only do they resemble chickens, but they are even worse than chickens.
"Tsk tsk, truly terrifying! What saintess or Buddhist nun, in front of the Jun family's divine son, are all trash!"
"Hey, that's because the Jun family's divine son has this status and qualification. If it were you, you'd only be a sycophant."
So prodigies lant.
If they had Jun Xiaoyao's looks, status, and strength, who would want to be a sycophant?
At this mont, Himiko and Miao Wuxin are overwheld by a humiliation they have never felt before.
If they were rely defeated, that would be one thing, but being held like this strips them of all dignity.
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't go too far! I am still a saintess of the Holy Church, and the Holy Church's son is still in the Immortal Ancient World!" Himiko struggles to say.
Now, she can only threaten with the Holy Church and its son.
Jun Xiaoyao smiles and suddenly exerts force with his hand.
Himiko feels even more suffocated, blood surging from her mouth.
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't kill ..." Miao Wuxin also begins to plead for rcy.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes carry a hint of mockery.
"They say the monks of the Western Paradise see through life and death, but it seems you are still afraid of death. No worries, this divine son will not kill you..."
Jun Xiaoyao's words cause Himiko and Miao Wuxin to feel a montary relief.
But the next mont, their hearts sink completely.
"Qingying, refine them both. Your cultivation should be able to break through to the True God realm, right?" Jun Xiaoyao says.
"Yes, Young Master, Qingying will definitely achieve it!" Yan Qingying's eyes shine brightly.
These two, one a saintess and the other a Buddhist nun, possess an abundance of magical energy within them, not weaker than the previous Fallen Divine Son and others.
Yan Qingying is now at the peak of the Void God realm, and breaking through to True God is not a problem.
"No... no!" Himiko screams in despair.
She would rather be killed by Jun Xiaoyao than be refined and die from the Devouring Demon Technique.
"That is not up to you." Jun Xiaoyao's arms tremble, shattering the bones of both won, then directly tosses them to Yan Qingying.
Yan Qingying raises her hand, unleashing the Devouring Demon Technique, crushing the two won's bodies bit by bit, transforming them into the purest spiritual energy.
This scene sends chills down the spines of all the surrounding prodigies, making their hair stand on end.
Watching their own bodies being crushed and devoured bit by bit is terrifying; it is the most tragic way to die.
Jun Xiaoyao surveys the crowd with a cold gaze and speaks indifferently.
"You all must have seen this. In the future, anyone who dares to target my followers under the pretext of the Devouring Demon Technique will not only face their own refinent."
"This divine son will also eradicate their entire clan!"
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