In the distance, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe walked through the void.
He was a manager of the Cai Family. His name was Cai Ji, and his cultivation was at the Quasi-Supreme Stage.
The real big shots of the Cai Family were all in the depths of the Imperial City or at the border. They had no time to stay in the family.
Seeing the bloody scene in front of him and Cai Song's miserable appearance, Cai Ji's face turned cold.
"Jun Xiaoyao, this is the original Imperial City, not the Huangtian Mystic Realm."
"In the Huangtian Mystic Realm, the Jun Family can do whatever they want. But here, it's better to behave," Cai Ji said coldly.
Although Jun Xiaoyao had killed the descendants of the gatekeepers, he couldn't make things too difficult.
There was only one reason.
That was Jun Wuhui!
After all, Jun Wuhui had a great reputation at the border.
But recently, Jun Wuhui's disappearance had caused quite a stir.
"Uncle, that Jun Xiaoyao massacred the people of the gatekeepers. You have to do something about it for me!"
Cai Song cried and came to Cai Ji's side.
"That's enough. Stop crying and wailing. What a scandal!" Cai Ji shouted.
Even he couldn't bear to watch.
But Cai Ji knew about Cai Song, Xing Shenghu, and the mysterious master behind him.
He also turned a blind eye to it.
After all, the origin of the mysterious master was shocking even to him.
It could be said that if they could really ride on the coattails of that master, the Cai Family could indeed prosper.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you've killed him. Let's both take a step back. As for the Pang Family and the Hong Family, I'll deal with them. How about that?" Cai Ji said.
"Hand her over." Jun Xiaoyao was indifferent.
He didn't have the slightest respect for Cai Ji just because he was a Quasi-Supreme Stage.
"Yu Chanjuan is to be offered to that master. We can't hand her over," Cai Song objected.
The arrival of Cai Ji, a quasi-Supreme expert, allowed Cai Song to regain his composure and become fearless.
No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, he could only display his prowess at the ninth level of the Saint Realm.
A seventh level Supreme Martial Artist was not someone a Saint Realm cultivator could afford to offend.
"It seems that you really want to die."
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes shone with a cold light as he attacked Cai Song again.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you've gone too far," Cai Ji said calmly.
The Great Saint Realm was indeed very strong.
But in front of him, a Quasi-Supreme Martial Artist, what could he do?
Cai Ji struck out with his palm, and the might of a Quasi-Supreme swept out.
Jun Xiaoyao attacked Cai Ji. At the same time, the power of the 260 Sumeru Worlds in his body exploded. His Saintly Body's blood essence surged and attacked Cai Ji.
"What? The Son Of God of the Jun Family actually attacked Supreme Cai Ji!"
All the geniuses were petrified.
If they didn't see it with their own eyes, no one would believe that a Great Saint dared to attack a Supreme Martial Artist.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot …" As soon as Cai Ji finished speaking, he immediately felt a boundless and terrifying pressure crushing toward him.
It was like a world was rolling toward him.
The power of 260 Sumeru Worlds was extremely terrifying.
The void collapsed, and all kinds of chaotic energy and spatial turbulence filled the air.
It even triggered the original Imperial City's defense, and many ancient defensive Dao patterns appeared.
Boom!
The terrifying collision burst out a huge wave of magic power. Jun Xiaoyao and Cai Ji were almost knocked back at the same time.
However, Jun Xiaoyao pointed his finger at Ye Futian as he was sent flying.
"No!"
Cai Song's fearless face instantly turned into despair.
Pfft!
Killed with one finger!
Cai Song, dead!
"Jun Xiaoyao, you!" Cai Ji's expression froze, and he couldn't believe it.
Everyone's expression was the same as his.
Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were agape, their souls were trembling, and their scalps were numb!
That was a Quasi-Supreme, a big shot who had stepped into the Seventh-Stage Supreme Martial Artist.
He actually fought to a draw with Jun Xiaoyao. What was this?
Even the reincarnated Bodhisattva Di, the Yama Emperor, and other outlawed geniuses couldn't keep calm when they saw this scene.
To be fair, if they used some trump cards, they could also resist a few moves from a Quasi-Supreme.
However, the problem was that Jun Xiaoyao just casually attacked, and he didn't use his real trump card.
The gap between them was huge.
"You're Cai Ji? What a rookie. "Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.
Cai Ji was considered weak among the Quasi-Supreme.
He probably hadn't been to the Foreign Battlefield much.
"Junior, you're too arrogant!"
Cai Ji's heart was filled with anger.
He was a Quasi-Supreme, and Jun Xiaoyao, a junior in the Great Saint Realm, killed Cai Song right under his nose.
Moreover, he even exchanged a palm with him.
However, what shocked Cai Ji was that Jun Xiaoyao's divine power was as vast as the universe.
Perhaps some Supreme-Being powerhouses' physical strength was not as good as Jun Xiaoyao's.
Not to mention a Quasi-Supreme like him.
"Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Jun Wuhui." Cai Ji said coldly.
He couldn't kill Jun Xiaoyao. The consequences would be too terrifying.
However, he could still teach him a lesson.
Unexpectedly, Jun Xiaoyao's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this. He shouted, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to teach me a lesson on behalf of my father?"
Jun Wuhui was not someone a mere Quasi-Supreme Martial Artist like him could compare to.
Boom!
The two of them exchanged another blow. What made everyone's jaws drop was …
Even if Cai Ji fought seriously, he still couldn't suppress Jun Xiaoyao.
"You're really a rookie!" Yu Yunchang laughed.
At the same time, in the deepest part of the original Imperial City.
In a certain spatial fault.
Some old antiques with high seniority were sitting cross-legged and cultivating.
Suddenly, these old antiques opened their eyes and woke up from their cultivation.
"What's going on? Has the Imperial City's defensive formation been activated?"
"There's the aura of a Supreme-Being!"
"Could it be that a Supreme-Being from another domain has sneaked into the Imperial City?"
"Eh, that aura, it's from the Cai Family!" An old antique said.
In the crowd, an old man in a green robe changed his expression.
He was an ancestor of the Cai Family named Cai Chong.
"It's that kid Cai Ji. No, his opponent, that aura …"
As if he had sensed something, Cai Chong's expression changed drastically.
"Damn it, did we offend that family?" Cai Chong hurriedly got up.
At the border, many of the guarding elders were on that family's side.
"What's wrong, Daoist Cai Chong?"
An old man in a blue robe and an old woman in a red robe came forward.
They were one of the ancestors of the Pang Family and the Hong Family.
The three families were relatively close.
"Something's wrong." Cai Chong left the space without looking back.
The Patriarchs of the other two clans exchanged glances with one another. Then, they followed suit.
At about the same time.
In another space, there was a tall tower.
An old man in a linen robe sat cross-legged on the tower.
The Primal Chaos Qi lingered around his body, endlessly swallowing and spitting out countless ripples in the air.
He was a seventh-level Supreme-Being, a terrifying expert at the Chaotic Dao Sovereign level!
But the most eye-catching thing was the four terrifying claw scars on the old man's forehead.
Those were permanent scars left behind by his battle with the top experts of the Foreign Evil Dragon bloodline.
Because of the four scars on his forehead, the people of the original Imperial City and the border all called him the Fourth Master Scar.
The Fourth Master Scar was an elder of the border with an extremely high status.
Several generations of his ancestors had died on the foreign battlefield. It was extremely tragic, and he was the only one left.
This kind of sacrifice allowed Fourth Brother Ba Si's prestige to be extremely high in the original Emperor City and the border.
He was almost an elder of the gatekeeper bloodline.
Even some of the ancestors of the gatekeeper families had to bow respectfully when they saw him.
At this moment, the Fourth Master Scar, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his old eyes.
There was a hint of shock in his eyes.
"That aura, it's the bloodline of our benefactor!"
The Fourth Master Scar stood up, and the chaotic energy around him surged like a tide.
But he seemed to have sensed something, and a hint of unprecedented anger appeared in his eyes.
"Damn it, our benefactor guarded the border for many years, and his name shook the Foreign Domain. But his bloodline was suppressed in the Imperial City!"
"Who did it? I'll skin him alive!"
The Fourth Master Scar roared angrily.
This feeling was like an iron-blooded general guarding the border for the country, and he was willing to go through fire and water.
But in the end, his son was being bullied.
How could he not be angry?
The Fourth Master Scar directly tore through the void and left with monstrous anger!
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