Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

In the distant horizon, three figures arrived.

It was Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Luoli, and Fang Han.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yang Pan and Fa Hai.

Their grudges against him were long-standing.

Cold light surged in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

Within this Ten Realms Rift, Guardians couldn’t enter, so Yang Pan and Fa Hai were by themselves.

In that case, it could be settled once and for all.

As for the reaction of Panwu Divine Dynasty and Little Western Heaven after their deaths, Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t care less.

He wouldn’t refrain from taking action against them because of their background.

Jun Xiaoyao still had to do what needed to be done, like eliminating threats completely.

Feeling the faint murder intent emanating from Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, Yang Pan and Fa Hai’s faces subtly changed.

Even though they had encountered many fortuitous opportunities in the Lower Realm and their strength had greatly increased,

the white-clothed, peerless Jun Xiaoyao still gave them an unfathomable feeling.

Jun Xiaoyao’s aura, as deep as the sea, was impenetrable, making it unclear where his limits lay.

And behind Jun Xiaoyao, Fang Han glanced subtly at Yang Pan, his eyes flickering with a strange light.

”Ants, even if they ally, are still just ants. Today, let’s end this once and for all,” Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

His entanglement with Yang Pan and others had lasted long enough; it was time to resolve it completely.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was cold as he made a move, fingers flipping, causing heaven and earth to shake and space to shatter.

”Let’s strike together!” Yang Pan shouted.

In the instant Jun Xiaoyao struck, the invincible aura emitted caused Yang Pan’s mind to tremble slightly.

He acted decisively without the slightest hesitation, calling on Fa Hai to join forces.

Fa Hai also directly attacked.

At this point, insisting on a one-on-one duel would be handing Jun Xiaoyao an easy win.

Obviously, Fa Hai understood this well, so he directly joined forces with Yang Pan.

Yang Pan held the Shang Mang Divine Spear, thrusting it as if it were a black dragon, carrying fierce sharpness.

Meanwhile, Fa Hai formed the Jieye Buddha Seal with his hand, sending it forth with surging Buddha Light and mighty sacred radiance.

”Such powerful strength; is this the top celestial pride of the Immortal Realm?”

From not far away, other Lower Realm celestial prides were astounded by Yang Pan and Fa Hai’s action.

Though their own destinies were favorable, and their strength was also top-tier among Lower Realm celestial prides, seeing the Immortal Realm celestial pride in action made them realize the disparity between the two.

Among Lower Realm celestial prides, only the Ten Heaven-Defying Sons could compete with the Immortal Realm celestial pride.

Watching these two in action, Jun Xiaoyao’s demeanor remained plainly undisturbed.

His current strength was almost invincible among those of his generation in the Immortal Realm.

Probably only those ancient freaks hidden in the shadows, or descendants of the Great Emperor, the Ancient Emperor’s young sons, could match a few moves with him.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t display any Divine Techniques, simply pushed a palm forward.

Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength erupted, divine power surging.

Seventy-three billion jin of divine power rushed forth.

The concept of this divine power was already beyond common imagination.

Even in the future, Jun Xiaoyao could have the chance for Physical Body Ascension.

Just relying on the flesh body, he could contend with Great Emperor Ancient Emperors!

Boom!

The techniques clashed among the three, Jun Xiaoyao’s strikes almost extinguishing all attack methods of Yang Pan and Fa Hai.

Jun Xiaoyao barehandedly collided with Yang Pan’s Shang Mang Divine Spear.

An overwhelming force reverberated along the spear shaft.

With a thud.

Yang Pan’s body seemed crushed by a giant hammer, spewing blood from his mouth as he tumbled backward.

His chest emitted a cracking sound, that was his ribs fracturing.

If he hadn’t worn the Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor, this single impact could’ve severely injured him.

On the other side, Fa Hai’s Jieye Buddha Seal was also directly obliterated.

He hurriedly displayed Little Western Heaven’s Supreme Body Refining Technique, Eighteen-foot Golden Body.

Mana vibrations shook, crashing against the Eighteen-foot Golden Body.

Fa Hai also spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes carrying a trace of horror.

Neither he nor Yang Pan expected Jun Xiaoyao’s strength to have surged so vastly, incomparable to before.

”Brother Xiaoyao is too incredible!” Jiang Luoli’s beautiful eyes glimmered vibrantly.

She didn’t step forward to assist because it wasn’t necessary.

Jun Xiaoyao dealing with these two was effortlessly manageable.

”Why does it seem like he has grown stronger again?”

Behind Jiang Luoli, Fang Han saw the unmatched might of Jun Xiaoyao, his expression turning extremely somber.

And the surrounding Lower Realm celestial prides were all stunned, dumbfounded.

What does it mean that there’s always a taller mountain beyond the tallest mountain?

This was a vivid example.

Yang Pan and Fa Hai, in their eyes, were already very strong.

But before Jun Xiaoyao, these two were mere juniors!

”Is this it? Even joining hands couldn’t stir any war intent from I, the Divine Son.” Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

”Jun Xiaoyao, don’t be arrogant!” Yang Pan’s eyes turned red, shouting fiercely.

Unable to tolerate such humiliation, he urged his mana.

An Ancient Sword suddenly burst from his body, emanating endless life spirit power.

His injured flesh body also began swiftly recuperating.

”Panhuang Spirit Sword.” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed.

The Panhuang Years Sword was sealed within his spatial artifact, blocking its aura.

Thus, Yang Pan couldn’t sense the Panhuang Spirit Sword.

”Today, I will slay you with this sword!”

This was Yang Pan’s first complete release of the Panhuang Spirit Sword, representing his determination to defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

Meanwhile, Fa Hai no longer held anything back; behind him emerged the phantom image of all beings worshiping.

Surging power of faith flowed.

And at the center of all beings worshiping, sat a golden Buddha phantom.

But unlike before, this golden Buddha was enveloped in blood light.

Its face was a compassionate Buddha image, but its rear also bore a face resembling that of a Hell’s Evil Ghost Demon King.

”Power of Faith, Buddha Body, Demon Heart?” Jun Xiaoyao gazed at Fa Hai.

Previously, when striking Fa Hai at the Celestial Dao Tower, he had vaguely sensed something.

Unexpectedly, now, with the power of faith’s blessing, Fa Hai had truly unlocked the Buddha Body, Demon Heart’s power.

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In the face of absolute power, these were all futile.

”Buddha Body, Demon Heart, Thousand-Handed Demon Buddha!”

Fa Hai shouted, tongue splitting like thunder.

The golden demon Buddha phantom revealed a thousand arms, striking towards Jun Xiaoyao simultaneously.

This Thousand-Handed Demon Buddha’s power was immensely strong, with a thousand hands striking at once, seemingly enough to crack the void and firmament.

And Yang Pan likewise wielded the Panhuang Spirit Sword, its sword edge glistening with radiant sword radiance, slicing through space as if cutting paper.

Facing these extreme techniques of the two, Jun Xiaoyao activated the Supreme Bone in his chest.

Dazzling divine radiance appeared, converging into a massive hand covered in Heaven’s runes, striking towards the two.

At the same time, the power of Devouring God Demon Technique was also activated.

Numerous black holes appeared in the surrounding void, erupting with suction, nullifying the power of their techniques.

Rumble!

Like a hundred thousand thunders exploding simultaneously, storms were stirred on the horizon.

In such an extremely fierce clash, Fa Hai and Yang Pan were fractured in bones and sinews, blood gushing endlessly, flying backward.

Those terrifying shockwaves didn’t even land on Jun Xiaoyao, being dissolved by the black hole vortexes of the Devouring God Demon Technique.

”Boring.” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was cold.

To him, the gap between him and these defeated opponents would only widen, never close.

”It’s over.” Jun Xiaoyao’s palm covered them like a shadow.

And just then, Fang Han suddenly moved.

He wielded a supreme treasure, the Spirit Locking Chain, swiftly binding Jiang Luoli.

At the same time, he summoned his golden finger, the Divine Sacrifice Talisman, hovering above Jiang Luoli’s head.

”Jun Xiaoyao, cease your action, if you move again, she’ll lose her life!”