Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

These three puppets are the Jiang Family’s Godslaying Puppets, each at the Great Saint Level.

It is well known that the higher the realm of a puppet, the more difficult it is to create.

If a Saint Realm puppet is considered rare in the Immortal Realm,

then a Great Saint Realm puppet is even more exceedingly scarce.

Perhaps only in Immortal Influences can a few be seen.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao acquired a rare Star-Sundering Divine Puppet in the Lower Realm.

But that Star-Sundering Divine Puppet was merely at the Saint Realm.

Yet these Godslaying Puppets from the Jiang Family are two levels higher, reaching the Great Saint Realm.

The Jiang Family’s decision to entrust three Godslaying Puppets to Jun Xiaoyao shows their regard and care for him.

”How can it be possible, three Great Saint Realm puppets, who exactly are you?”

Celestial Nether Saint and Blood Ascension Saint retreated hastily, exclaiming in astonishment.

Even their Fallen Feather Race didn’t possess puppets of Great Saint Level!

Jun Xiaoyao did not respond, merely watching everything before him with cold indifference.

Deploying the three Godslaying Puppets consumes a large amount of Immortal Origin, but fortunately, the Jiang Family had already filled them with Immortal Origin when handing them over to Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao only needed to watch the Godslaying Puppets slaughter at his leisure.

Boom!

A Godslaying Puppet smashed with a punch, its entire body glowing as tremendous mana erupted.

Indeed!

The Godslaying Puppet could actually wield mana!

This was an ability only the most advanced puppets could possess.

The Star-Sundering Divine Puppet Jun Xiaoyao had before was only formidable in its flesh body strength.

Bam!

Under the puppet’s technique, Blood Ascension Saint had almost no power to resist and was directly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

Celestial Nether Saint was terrified, completely devoid of Saint dignity.

”If you insist on being so ruthless, our Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race will not spare you!” Celestial Nether Saint roared.

Jun Xiaoyao remained silent, not even bothering to say an extra word.

There is no common language with fools.

The same fate as the Fallen Feather Race Saints befell the Gongming Family and the other two major forces.

They came with grand ambitions, seeking to profit while the Cang Family was in turmoil, hoping to carve up its resources.

But now, they had kicked the stone only to have it crush their foot.

Two Godslaying Puppets were like tigers within a flock, slaughtering the powerhouses of the three major forces mercilessly.

”No, how could such a thing happen!”

”I don’t believe it, what is this young man’s background!”

The strongmen of the three major forces cried out, their fear mingled with despair.

The previously confident Patriarch Gongming now fled like a beaten dog, regretting bitterly.

But under the Godslaying Puppets’ pursuit, no creature could hope to escape.

The Gongming Patriarch was smashed to death by a single punch from a puppet.

Witnessing this bloodshed, countless Burial Soil Creatures watching in Baiwang City were as if their souls had been extracted, leaving only empty shells standing.

They were beyond shocked.

Jun Xiaoyao’s methods were beyond anything they had anticipated.

Not only was his personal strength overwhelmingly formidable,

he even had such terrifying cards up his sleeve.

Only now did they realize that they had never truly investigated Jun Xiaoyao’s background.

As for the Cang Family’s living beings, they too were stupefied.

Seeing the massacre of the three major forces, Patriarch Cang felt immense relief, like a weight lifted from his chest.

He too was astounded at the magnitude of Jun Xiaoyao’s actions.

To produce three Great Saint Realm puppets at will, he truly is the successor of the Desolate Ancient Royal Family.

However, Patriarch Cang was mistaken to think these Godslaying Puppets were given by the Jun Family.

”Haha, little friend, you indeed have concealed depths, seems I meddled without need,” Patriarch Cang laughed with a hint of ingratiation.

”Not at all, your willingness to lend a hand is a comfort to me,” Jun Xiaoyao said, giving Patriarch Cang a deep look.

He knew well enough Patriarch Cang’s true intentions.

No more than wanting to curry favor with the Jun Family.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn’t mind; Patriarch Cang stepping up to help proved his decisiveness.

”After this, you Cang Family can take over the resources and territories of the three major forces,” Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

”Really?” Patriarch Cang beamed with joy.

The resources and territories of any of those three major forces were invaluable, comparable to the Cang Family.

The Cang Family now essentially obtained the lands and resources of three equal forces.

It was a richly rewarding transaction.

Most importantly, the Cang Family hadn’t lost a single soldier; Patriarch Cang didn’t even have to intervene, merely stepping up a bit.

Valuable.

Extremely valuable!

Watching the ecstatic Patriarch Cang, Jun Xiaoyao gently shook his head.

The resources of those three forces didn’t particularly impress Jun Xiaoyao.

As an act of charity, they mattered little.

Additionally, positioning the Cang Family as a chess piece within the Ancient Burial Land might still yield a purpose.

Jun Xiaoyao’s calculations ran deeper than anyone’s.

”Though the little friend has three Great Saint Realm puppets capable of handling the present situation, should the Quasi-Supreme Venerable of the Fallen Feather Race, or even the Burial Emperor, become enraged...” Patriarch Cang hesitated.

Evidently, he remained concerned about the Fallen Feather Race.

If the Fallen Feather Race couldn’t be dealt with,

then no amount of resources would be of use to the Cang Family.

”Rest assured, if the Fallen Feather Race isn’t foolish, someone should be coming by in a few days,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled meaningfully.

Seeing this, a chill ran through Patriarch Cang’s heart.

Could Jun Xiaoyao already be sure the Fallen Feather Race would relent?

During their conversation,

the entire world fell silent.

The three Godslaying Puppets now stood still in the void.

Not because their Immortal Origin was depleted, but because there were no more targets.

The two Saints of the Fallen Feather Race had been annihilated.

The elite of the three major forces were also completely wiped out.

Even the Saint King powerhouses hidden in the depths of the void were slain by the Godslaying Puppets.

With an indifferent expression, Jun Xiaoyao retracted the Godslaying Puppets.

To him, such slaughter was nothing remarkable.

And the entire Baiwang City, after a brief dead silence, erupted in an uproar.

”Heavens, today I witnessed an unprecedented major event!”

”One of the Ten Little Kings, the Fallen Feather Saint Son, perished, and not only him, but two saints of the Fallen Feather Race fell as well!”

”Who exactly is this young human, able to casually deploy three Great Saint Realm puppets? Even ordinary Immortal Influences don’t have such prodigious wealth!”

Jun Xiaoyao utterly shattered the perceptions of these Burial Soil Creatures.

For the first time, they saw someone act so dominantly, completely disregarding the Fallen Feather Race.

What intrigued everyone more was how the Fallen Feather Race would respond.

After all, a Saint Son and two Saints had died.

With the Fallen Feather Race’s domineering nature, there was no way they could swallow this humiliation.

The mass of Burial Soil Creatures believed a larger storm might be brewing!