SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

This destructive wave, like fate, was impossible to escape.

However, this power was under Jun Xiaoyao's control.

Within this destructive wave.

Whoever he wanted to live would live!

Whoever he wanted to die would die!

"No!"

Long Xuhuang and the others let out earth-shattering roars.

They pushed their powers to the extreme.

Long Xuhuang fully activated his ancestral dragon and divine phoenix bloodlines, unleashing a world-shaking technique.

Huang Jiuyan also let out a long howl, deploying his ultimate move.

The descendant of the Crocodile Ancestor revealed his true form, transforming into a ferocious crocodile covered in scales, also exerting his full power.

Not just them, but all those prodigies who had participated in this encirclement plan were fighting desperately to resist.

And those minor powerhouses from the Ancient Star Realm, such as Gu Yan, the War Demon Cave successor, the prince of Tianyao Divine Dynasty and others, all used their trump cards, striving to resist this world-ending wave.

But it was useless!

Jun Xiaoyao's full-power strike was terrifyingly powerful.

It should be noted that Jun Xiaoyao almost never used his full power when fighting others.

Even when dealing with Yu Fozi and others, Jun Xiaoyao had only used forty percent of his power to casually eliminate them.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao, in a state of extreme anger, unleashed his full power.

He even deployed a fusion of two Origin Dao divine techniques.

Who could withstand such power?

Not just Saints, even Saint Kings would have their bodies shattered and divine souls destroyed when facing Jun Xiaoyao's devastating attack!

The apocalyptic wave swept across the entire Desolate Heaven Battlefield like a tsunami!

Not just within the Desolate Heaven Battlefield, even those prodigies observing from outside felt a terrifying power that made their scalps tingle and bodies tremble.

"What... what kind of power is that?"

"Could it be that some ancient powerhouse was slumbering in the Desolate Heaven Battlefield?"

Some cultivators were shocked and suspicious, thinking some ancient powerhouse had awakened.

As for Supreme Elder Du Tuo, after sensing this power, he took a deep breath, his eyes hiding deep shock.

"The Divine Son of the Jun family is truly making a grand move." Du Tuo had a massive headache.

After this Desolate Heaven Battlefield ended, who knew how many prodigies would come out alive.

This move of closing the door to kill the dogs was too absolute.

At this moment, inside the Desolate Heaven Battlefield.

Jun Xiaoyao's single attack had sunk nearly half of the Desolate Heaven Battlefield.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao had used this move to directly pierce through the Hell Star.

This demonstrated the overwhelming power of this attack.

Whether it was Long Xuhuang, Huang Jiuyan, or the descendant of the Crocodile Ancestor.

Or Gu Yan, the War Demon Cave successor, the prince of Tianyao Divine Dynasty and other minor powerhouses.

None could withstand this attack.

Their bodies shattered inch by inch in the destructive wave, and no matter how they resisted, there was no way to survive.

"Jun Xiaoyao, if you kill us, aren't you afraid that the Dragon Ancestor's Nest and the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain will start an immortal war?" Long Xuhuang struggled and roared angrily.

As the Dragon Phoenix Body carefully cultivated by the two major forces, if he fell, it would surely cause massive waves.

"Don't worry, they're already waiting for you in the underworld," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"What?"

These words made many prodigies startled, their eyelids twitching involuntarily.

What did Jun Xiaoyao mean?

"What do you mean?" Long Xuhuang shouted while struggling desperately.

"The immortal war has already ended, the four Ancient Imperial Clans no longer exist..."

Jun Xiaoyao's words made the entire scene fall silent.

Many people were stunned, appearing unable to believe it.

Of course, some prodigies had vaguely received some news, but couldn't confirm it.

Now it seemed the truth was indeed so.

"No, impossible, you're trying to shake my dao heart!" Long Xuhuang shouted, unable to believe it.

How could the four Ancient Imperial Clans all be destroyed?

Huang Jiuyan and the descendant of the Crocodile Ancestor also couldn't believe it at all.

But whether they believed it or not was no longer important.

Jun Xiaoyao couldn't be bothered to waste words with them.

His divine power pushed to the extreme, the fusion of two Origin Dao divine techniques was even more powerful than Jun Xiaoyao had imagined.

By the time Jun Xiaoyao finally withdrew his hand.

The ground for ten thousand miles around had sunk.

Countless cracks extended like canyons.

As for Long Xuhuang and the others, they no longer existed, having been reduced to ashes in this attack.

Not just the three prodigies from the Ancient Imperial Clans.

Even Gu Yan, the War Demon Cave successor, the prince of Tianyao Divine Dynasty and over a hundred minor powerhouses were pulverized, completely annihilated.

And nearly a thousand powerful prodigies from the Ancient Star Realm had no chance of survival either, all exploding into bloody mist, dispersing in the void.

A blood-red wind blew across the entire Desolate Heaven Battlefield.

It was the remaining blood, floating in the air.

At this moment, all the surviving prodigies felt their spines go cold, as if their bodies were soaking in ice-cold spring water.

They realized that if Jun Xiaoyao's attack had been indiscriminate, wouldn't they already be in the underworld by now?

Thinking of this, all the prodigies felt chills throughout their bodies.

"Heavens, with just one move, just one move, three major Ancient Imperial Clan prodigies, over a hundred minor powerhouses, and nearly a thousand prodigies, all dead."

"Those hundred-plus minor powerhouses were all Saints, yet they were killed in one move by the Divine Son of the Jun family."

"Has this set a record?"

The prodigies of the Desolate Heaven Realm spoke with trembling voices, hardly believing what they had witnessed.

The news of Jun Xiaoyao killing a hundred Saints with one cauldron hadn't spread on the Emperor's Road.

But this scene before them was witnessed by all the prodigies.

Hearing may be false, but seeing is believing.

The scene unfolding before their eyes was the most shocking.

Even the deeply scheming Ji Qingyi took a deep breath.

She had already held Jun Xiaoyao in high regard.

But Jun Xiaoyao's progress in strength exceeded her expectations.

Now Ji Qingyi was grateful for her caution, fortunately not having made a move against Jiang Shengyi.

She believed that if she had really acted, she would likely be in grave danger now.

Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't show mercy just because she was a beautiful woman.

"Now, do you still doubt?" Ji Qingyi said calmly to Chen Fei beside her.

Chen Fei remained silent, her face slightly pale.

Honestly, she was also intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao's ruthless methods.

Killing a thousand prodigies with one move, including over a hundred Saint-level minor powerhouses, what kind of strength was this?

And when Jun Xiaoyao had arrived earlier, his aura had seemed even more transcendent and divine than her master's.

However, Chen Fei then bit her lip.

She believed that if her master exerted full power, he wouldn't be inferior to Jun Xiaoyao.

After eliminating his enemies with one move, Jun Xiaoyao turned his attention to Jiang Shengyi.

Jiang Shengyi was severely injured, her physical body cracked, her crystalline skin covered in fissures.

Her heart meridian had been shattered.

Such injuries would be unbearable even for a man, let alone a woman like Jiang Shengyi.

Although Jiang Shengyi possessed the Innate Dao Embryo, its strengths lay in dao comprehension, divine techniques, and magical power.

It didn't provide particularly great enhancement to the physical body.

So Jiang Shengyi's physical injuries were extremely serious.

Jun Xiaoyao took out various supreme holy pills and treasured medicines.

He even used more than one rare immortality herb, refining them into Jiang Shengyi's body.

But Jiang Shengyi's condition remained critical.

Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly, then without hesitation, formed his fingers into a sword and cut his own wrist.

Drops of golden sacred blood fell into Jiang Shengyi's cherry lips.