SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

In the distance, magical energy fluctuated as a middle-aged man in brocade robes approached, treading through the void.

He was a steward of the Cai family named Cai Ji, with cultivation at the quasi-Supreme realm.

The true powerhouses of the Cai family were all deep within the Imperial City or stationed at the border, with no time to stay within the family compound.

Seeing the bloody scene before him and Cai Song's pathetic state, Cai Ji's expression turned cold.

"Jun Xiaoyao, this is the Primordial Imperial City, not the Desolate Celestial Realm."

"In the Desolate Celestial Realm, your Jun family may rule supreme, but here, you'd better follow the rules," Cai Ji said coldly.

Although Jun Xiaoyao had killed a descendant of the Border Guardians, he couldn't be too harsh with him.

There was only one reason.

That was Jun Wuhui!

After all, Jun Wuhui had great prestige at the border.

However, Jun Wuhui's recent disappearance had caused quite a stir.

"Uncle, that Jun Xiaoyao slaughtered people from our Border Guardian lineage at will. You must seek justice for me!"

Cai Song cried as he came to Cai Ji's side.

"Enough! Crying and wailing, what kind of behavior is this!" Cai Ji scolded.

Even he could hardly bear to look at him.

However, regarding Cai Song, Star Saint Guardian, and the mysterious great figure behind him, Cai Ji was well-informed.

He had been turning a blind eye to it.

After all, even he was shocked by the background of that mysterious great figure.

It could be said that if they could truly gain the support of that great figure, their Cai family would indeed have the possibility of greater prosperity.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've already killed people. Let's each take a step back. As for the Pang and Hong families, I'll deal with them. How about that?" Cai Ji said.

"Hand over the person," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

He showed not the slightest respect to Cai Ji despite his quasi-Supreme status.

"Yu Chanjuan is to be offered to that great figure. It's impossible to hand her over," Cai Song objected.

The arrival of Cai Ji, a quasi-Supreme powerhouse, had restored Cai Song's composure, making him arrogant again.

No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, he could only show off at the ninth level of the Sage realm.

A powerhouse of the seven levels of Supreme realm was not someone a Sage realm cultivator could provoke.

"It seems you really want to die."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with cold light as he struck again to kill Cai Song.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've gone too far," Cai Ji said calmly.

The Great Sage realm was indeed powerful.

But before him, a quasi-Supreme, what waves could it make?

Cai Ji struck out with his palm, the vast might of a quasi-Supreme sweeping forth.

Jun Xiaoyao struck at Cai Song with one hand while simultaneously erupting with the power of two hundred and sixty pocket worlds from within his body. His Sacred Body's blood energy surged, crashing toward Cai Ji.

"What? The Jun family's divine son actually attacked Supreme Cai Ji!"

All the geniuses were petrified.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that a Great Sage would dare to attack a quasi-Supreme.

"Like an ant trying to stop a chariot..." Cai Ji had just said this when he immediately felt a boundless, terrifying pressure crushing down.

It was like countless worlds rolling and crushing toward him.

The power of two hundred and sixty pocket worlds was terrifying to the extreme.

The void collapsed, and various chaotic energies and spatial turbulence spread.

It even triggered the defenses of the Primordial Imperial City, causing many ancient defensive dao patterns to appear.

Boom!

The terrifying collision erupted into vast waves of magical power, causing both Jun Xiaoyao and Cai Ji to be forced back simultaneously.

But while retreating, Jun Xiaoyao pointed out with one finger.

"No!"

The arrogance on Cai Song's face instantly turned to despair.

Pfft!

One finger strike!

Cai Song, dead!

"Jun Xiaoyao, you!" Cai Ji's expression froze, completely unable to believe it.

The expressions of everyone around were the same as his.

Eyes widened, mouths agape, souls trembling, scalps tingling!

That was a quasi-Supreme, a great figure who had entered the seventh level of the Supreme realm.

Yet he fought Jun Xiaoyao to a draw. What did this mean?

Even the supreme forbidden geniuses like the Reincarnated Buddha's Son and the Yama Prince couldn't remain calm seeing this scene.

To be fair, if they used some of their trump cards, they could also resist a quasi-Supreme for a few moves.

But the problem was that Jun Xiaoyao had done it casually, without using his true trump cards or great divine abilities.

The difference was enormous.

"Your name is Cai Ji? You truly are a 'Cai Ji' (chicken)," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

This Cai Ji was considered weak among quasi-Supremes.

He probably hadn't been to the alien battlefield much.

"Arrogant youngster!"

Cai Ji was furious.

He was a quasi-Supreme, yet this Great Sage realm junior had killed Cai Song right under his nose.

And he had even matched him in a palm strike.

What shocked Cai Ji was that Jun Xiaoyao's divine power was as vast as the universe.

Perhaps even some Supreme powerhouses' physical strength couldn't match Jun Xiaoyao's.

Let alone his quasi-Supreme strength.

"Today, I will discipline you on behalf of Jun Wuhui," Cai Ji said coldly.

He certainly couldn't kill Jun Xiaoyao, as the consequences would be too terrible.

But teaching him a lesson was still possible.

However, upon hearing these words, Jun Xiaoyao's expression suddenly turned cold, and he shouted, "What are you to dare discipline me on my father's behalf?"

How could Jun Wuhui be compared to a mere quasi-Supreme from the Cai family?

Boom!

The two clashed again, and to everyone's astonishment.

Even though Cai Ji was fighting seriously, he still couldn't suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

"He really is a chicken after all!" Yu Yunshang laughed.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Primordial Imperial City.

Within a certain spatial fracture.

Some ancient elders of great seniority were sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Suddenly, these ancient elders all opened their eyes, awakening from their cultivation.

"What's happening? The city's defensive array patterns have been activated?"

"There's a Supreme-level battle aura!"

"Has an alien Supreme infiltrated the Imperial City?"

"Hmm, that aura belongs to someone from the Cai family!" an ancient elder said.

Among the crowd, an elder in blue robes changed 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 sensing something, Cai Chong's expression changed from puzzlement to alarm.

"Damn it, he couldn't have offended that family, could he?" Cai Chong hurriedly stood up.

At the border, there were many ancient guardians who sided with that family.

"Friend Cai Chong, what's wrong?"

A blue-robed elder and a red-robed elderly woman stepped forward.

They were among the ancestors of the Pang and Hong families.

The three families were relatively close.

"Something's happened," Cai Chong left the space without looking back.

The other two family ancestors exchanged glances, both puzzled, and followed.

At about the same time.

In another space, there was a tall tower.

On the tower sat an old man in hemp robes.

Chaos energy coiled around his body, inhaling and exhaling continuously, causing the space to ripple with countless waves.

This was clearly a terrifying powerhouse of the seventh level of the Supreme realm, a Chaos Dao Lord!

But most eye-catching were the four terrible claw marks on the old man's forehead.

Those were permanent scars left from his battle with a top powerhouse from the alien dragon lineage.

Because of the four scars on his forehead, people in the Primordial Imperial City and at the border called him Old Scar Four.

Old Scar Four was a highly respected elder at the border.

His ancestors for several generations had died heroically on the alien battlefield, until only he remained.

This sacrifice gave Old Scar Four extremely high prestige in the Primordial Imperial City and at the border.

He was almost an elder-level figure among the Border Guardians.

Even some ancestors of the Border Guardian families had to bow respectfully when they saw him.

At this moment, Old Scar Four, who had been meditating with closed eyes, suddenly opened his old eyes.

There was a hint of surprise in them.

"That aura belongs to my benefactor's bloodline!"

Old Scar Four stood up, chaos energy rolling around his body, surging like the tide.

But he seemed to sense something, and an unprecedented anger appeared in his eyes.

"Damn it! My benefactor has guarded the border for years, his name striking fear in the alien realm, yet his bloodline is being suppressed in the Imperial City!"

"Who did this? I'll skin them alive!"

Old Scar Four roared.

This feeling was like an iron-blooded general guarding the border for his country, braving fire and water.

But his offspring were being oppressed.

How could this not enrage anyone?

Old Scar Four directly tore through space, carrying boundless fury as he departed!