Chapter 471
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"That … That aura is … Immortal Qi?"
Wang Teng and Long Aotian's eyes widened. Their eyeballs almost popped out.
They stared at the wisp of Immortal Qi wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao's body. Their hearts were in turmoil.
Immortal Qi!
It was not a description. It was a real wisp of Immortal Qi!
"How is that possible? Didn't they say that only sky-prides who had great opportunities on the Emperor Road could condense Immortal Qi? How did you manage to do it now?"
Even with Wang Teng's shrewd personality, he could not help but exclaim.
The power of a wisp of Immortal Qi was extremely terrifying.
On the Emperor Road, sky-prides who managed to condense a wisp of Immortal Qi were usually able to crush the other sky-prides. They were considered a small powerhouse on the Emperor Road.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had already condensed a wisp of Immortal Qi before the Emperor Road even opened.
Didn't that mean that Jun Xiaoyao had already become a powerhouse even before he entered the Emperor Road?
Wang Teng and the others could not accept this.
If outsiders knew that Jun Xiaoyao had already condensed Immortal Qi, it would definitely cause a huge commotion!
Long Aotian's eyes were also filled with shock. His expression was cold.
Jun Xiaoyao's strength had exceeded his imagination time and time again.
"You know nothing about strength." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with mockery and pity.
If he was in Long Aotian's or Wang Teng's shoes, he would feel despair when he met an opponent like him.
"Let's attack together. Jun Xiaoyao must die!" Long Aotian roared.
Wearing the Emperor Dragon Armor, his strength had temporarily reached the Dao God Realm. He also used the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe's great super power.
"Great Void Dragon Fist!"
Long Aotian threw a punch. Dao patterns intertwined and turned into a mighty fist light. It was as if an ancient dragon was roaring, shaking the void!
Wang Teng was also using his trump card.
He knew that if he did not use it now, he would not have the chance to do so.
"Dao Cleaving Art!"
Wang Teng held the golden sacred sword in his hand. With his heart as the sword, a mighty golden sword light swept out with a terrifying will of Dao Cleaving Art!
The two of them had used all their trump cards and joined forces.
Even the Prince of the Underworld Deity would be severely injured if he were to face the two of them.
However, Jun Xiaoyao's face was as calm as a lake.
He activated the Great Overarching Eternity Immortal Body and added a strand of Fleshly Immortal Qi.
The current Jun Xiaoyao didn't even need to use any great divine abilities.
He simply pushed out with his palm!
Wisps of Dao runes appeared in the sky. The wisp of immortal Qi in his flesh shuddered too.
Immediately, Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind became even fiercer, causing violent ripples to appear in the void.
Bang!
Jun Xiaoyao pressed down with his palm. Under the support of the immortal Daluo Celestial Body and the immortal Qi of his physical body, two extreme powers.
This palm was simply a hundred times more powerful than any great divine ability!
Boom!
Wang Teng and Long Aotian flew back like a kite with a broken string. Their bones cracked, and they spat out blood mixed with their internal organs.
Wang Teng and Long Aotian were both severely injured!
Thump!
The two of them crashed heavily to the ground.
Long Aotian's Emperor Dragon Armor was covered in cracks.
Wang Teng spat out mouthfuls of blood, his face extremely pale.
Despair!
As proud as Long Aotian and Wang Teng were, there was only despair in their hearts.
Jun Xiaoyao was so strong that he didn't even seem human!
"Why? Why would a monster like Jun Xiaoyao appear in this generation?" Wang Teng was perplexed.
He was already a monster himself, but he was nothing in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
"You don't deserve the title of young emperor." A divine chain of order shot out of Jun Xiaoyao's forehead, turning into a golden dagger that slashed at Wang Teng's primordial spirit.
Splat!
Wang Teng's entire body fell backward. His primordial spirit had been shattered by the Primitive Emperor Dao Sword.
Jun Xiaoyao finally retracted his gaze and looked indifferently at Long Aotian.
"It's your turn."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, the immortal qi of his physical body wrapping around his arm.
With the immortal qi of his physical body, Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength had broken the limit of ten billion catties!
Even a ten-thousand-zhang tall mountain would be pulverized by this punch!
"Haha … Jun Xiaoyao, do you really think you're the chosen one?"
Long Aotian wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression ferocious, and his eyes filled with a hint of madness.
"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at him calmly.
"I, Long Aotian, am the chosen one!"
As soon as Long Aotian finished speaking, the black dragon-shaped ring on his finger suddenly emitted a ball of demonic black light.
Then, a terrifying aura shot into the sky.
It was as if the gates of hell had been opened, endless chilly winds surging.
The pitch-black soul power condensed in the air, finally forming a tall demonic figure covered in black dragon scales.
A terrifying aura burst out of it. Its aura was even stronger than ordinary Nine Heavens Supremes.
It was even stronger than Demon Emperor Li Xin of the Eight Tribes of the Godly Kings!
"This is …" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained calm.
"As long as you kill this man, I'll agree to anything you ask of me!" Long Aotian glared at Jun Xiaoyao with eyes filled with hatred.
"Don't worry, you're destined to meet me. Your enemy is only an ant in front of me," the demonic figure covered in black dragon scales said calmly.
"This aura doesn't seem to fit in with the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. Could it be the lingering will of a Nine Heavens Supreme left behind by an expert from a foreign realm?" Jun Xiaoyao said thoughtfully.
"Humph, you're quite smart. I'm the Evil Dragon Emperor of the Fallen Dragon Tribe from a foreign realm!" the demonic figure said.
"I see," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
It must be the lingering will of the Evil Dragon Emperor that was residing in the pitch-black Evil Dragon Ring. Long Aotian must have found it.
He had to admit that Long Aotian was quite lucky.
"Jun Xiaoyao, prepare to die," Long Aotian was overjoyed after getting his revenge.
Even though the Evil Dragon Emperor was only left with a lingering will, Jun Xiaoyao still had no chance against him.
At this moment, on the other side, Wang Teng, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly struggled to get up.
"Mm?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with astonishment.
Wang Teng's face was still pale after he rose to his feet, but his gaze at Jun Xiaoyao was extremely cold too.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you've shown me what death is. You'll have a taste of it soon," Wang Teng's voice was filled with murderous intent.
"Interesting, didn't I already destroy your Primordial Spirit?" Jun Xiaoyao asked curiously.
"Hehe …" Wang Teng chuckled. His forehead suddenly emitted a glow.
Following it, a broken ancient talisman floated in the air with a monarch aura.
"A broken Monarch Weapon?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
The broken ancient talisman was able to protect Wang Teng's Primordial Spirit. It was beyond Jun Xiaoyao's expectation.
Wang Teng and Long Aotian were indeed quite lucky. They were able to find their own fortunate encounters in the Bronze Immortal Palace.
However, it was fine too. Jun Xiaoyao was only interested in harvesting the fattened leeks.
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