The voice was incomparably cold and calm, and it was not very loud.
But strangely, it resounded in everyone's ears.
Hearing this voice, everyone was stunned at first, and then their minds immediately exploded!
This was especially true for those who had heard the voice before. Their gazes suddenly turned towards the source of the voice, and their expressions were filled with unprecedented shock.
He's here!
That man, he's here!
In the distant sky, a slender fairy dragon with the majestic aura of the Dragon Clan was riding on the clouds.
On the dragon's head, a slender young figure stood against the wind.
His long hair fluttered in the breeze. His handsome face carried a god-like indifference and coldness.
It was as if he was looking down at the ants from the heavens!
He stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. The celestial light around him surged, as if he was the son of the Immortal Emperor, the descendant of the Gods!
He quietly rode the dragon with the wind, but he seemed to give people the feeling that he was an immortal god descending to the world.
"It's … the Son Of God of the Jun Family, he's here!"
"How is it possible? I can't accurately sense the cultivation aura of the Son Of God of the Jun Family?"
"Oh my god, why do I feel like an immortal has arrived?"
With the appearance of Jun Xiaoyao, the whole place was in an uproar!
If there was something missing in this battle that concerned the Jun Family.
Of course, it was the core and soul of the Jun Family, the Son Of God of the Jun Family, Jun Xiaoyao.
Many people thought that Jun Xiaoyao might not come.
But now, he was here!
Jun Xiaoyao's arrival was no doubt like a bomb exploding, causing an uproar everywhere!
Many people who were familiar with him were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
"Xiaoyao …" Seeing that familiar handsome figure, Jiang Shengyi's eyes trembled. She realized that she missed someone so much.
"Brother Xiaoyao …" Jiang Luoli's eyes were also filled with deep longing.
There were also Yan Qingying, Wu Mingyue, Su Ziqiong, Hua Xiqing, and Bai Mei 'er. These women who had some sort of relationship with Jun Xiaoyao in the past were all in a daze.
In addition, even Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, and Yan Rumeng, who weren't too close to Jun Xiaoyao, were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"His aura, why does it feel like …" Ji Qing Yi's clear eyes were filled with confusion.
"Is he the Son Of God of the Jun Family?" Ji Changkong frowned.
Previously, when Ji Qing Yi had told him about it, he had not taken it seriously.
But now that he had seen it with his own eyes, his temperament and aura were indeed something.
"Am I seeing things? The Son Of God of the Jun Family is stepping on Princess Longji?"
"F * ck, that's amazing. He's really treating Princess Longji as his mount!"
Many sky-prides were stunned when they saw the Fairy Dragon, unable to believe their eyes.
"Jun … Xiao … Yao!"
If there was anyone present who hated Jun Xiaoyao the most, it would naturally be Long Aotian.
His golden dragon eyes were filled with extreme hatred and coldness.
Especially when he saw that Princess Longji had really become Jun Xiaoyao's mount, Long Aotian was so angry that he felt as if his organs were burning.
The woman that he wanted to marry as his wife ended up being Jun Xiaoyao's mount instead.
F * ck, this was a blatant humiliation and a slap in the face!
Long Aotian wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Jun Xiaoyao. Wang Teng was the same.
"It would have been better if you didn't appear. But since you've taken the initiative to appear, don't blame me." Wang Teng's eyes were extremely cold.
Not only had Jun Xiaoyao stopped his marriage with Jiang Shengyi, but he had also destroyed one of his spiritual bodies.
If he didn't defeat Jun Xiaoyao with his own hands, where would his dignity be?
On the other side, Jun Mulan and the other Sequence echelon cultivators were pleasantly surprised.
They knew that since Jun Xiaoyao had come out of seclusion, his strength must have improved greatly.
However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was unfathomable. No one could determine his exact level.
At this moment, a crow-like voice rang out.
"You're Jun Xiaoyao. How dare you provoke the people of the Demon God Palace. Kneel down and apologize!"
The person who spoke was the ancient freak of the Demon God Palace, the descendant of the Supreme Being of the Demon Dao, Wu Shuo.
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze turned to Wu Shuo indifferently.
Late-stage Celestial God cultivation was indeed extraordinary.
If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't gone into seclusion, he might have had to put in a lot of effort to deal with this.
But now …
Haha …
"What, are you so scared that you don't dare to speak?" Wu Shuo's lips curled into a cold smile.
On the other side, Yan Ru Meng, who did not participate in the battle, suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding when she looked at Jun Xiaoyao, whose aura was unfathomable.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't say a word.
He simply stretched out his palm. Countless Dao Inscriptions intertwined in the void, forming a giant palm of magic power that blotted out the sky.
As the palm stretched out, Jun Xiaoyao's true level of cultivation also completely erupted.
Countless Dao Inscriptions surrounded him. All kinds of mysterious runes flickered in the void.
"This … this aura … it's the same as Lord Grim and Prince Ming Shen …"
"Am I mistaken? The Dao God Realm?"
"The Son Of God of the Jun Family is in the Dao God Realm?!"
Countless people in all directions were stunned and petrified.
When Wu Shuo sensed the power of the Dao God's palm strike, the sneer on his face changed drastically.
"Dao God Realm? How is this possible?!"
Wu Shuo shrieked. At the same time, he transformed into his true form.
A giant crow with dark red eyes and pitch-black feathers appeared.
It was the Crow of Calamity.
He activated the Crow of Calamity's Innate Super Power. A terrifying demonic sound turned into a destructive sound wave that spread out.
However …
Jun Xiaoyao's palm of magic power pressed down, obliterating all the sound waves.
Even the Crow of Calamity was crushed in his hand.
He extended his hand into the air and clenched it all of a sudden.
The giant palm of magic power formed by Dao Inscriptions also suddenly closed!
Crack!
Blood spurted out, bones shattered, and feathers flew everywhere!
Wu Shuo's body and primordial spirit were completely crushed!
The ancient freak of the Demon God Palace, Wu Shuo, had fallen!
Dead silence!
An unprecedented dead silence!
A dead silence that felt like the end of the world!
Everyone present felt as if their souls had been sucked out. It was as if they were only left with a shell!
What did they see? A powerful ancient freak in the late-stage Heavenly God Realm was crushed to death by Jun Xiaoyao!
Jun Xiaoyao didn't even bother to say a word to Wu Shuo from the very beginning.
My Brother Jun is a man of few words!
"Crushing an ancient freak to death with a single palm. Tell me I'm dreaming …"
"I also feel like I'm dreaming. How is this possible …"
All the spectating prodigies felt as if they were in a dream.
This was an ancient freak with a powerful bloodline and a lofty status!
Yet, he was so easily killed by Jun Xiaoyao.
Yan Ru Meng was stupefied. Her flawless face lost all its color.
She had imagined all kinds of scenarios, but she didn't expect this to happen.
Jun Xiaoyao killed an ancient freak like stepping on ants!
"I want to kill you. I want to destroy you. I want to humiliate you. All of you … are you ready to bear the wrath of this Son Of God?" Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold.
Like a god, he controlled life and death!
Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!
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