Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning-Chapter 431 - 429: Defeating the Holy Disciple, Tearing Apart Huang Tiange—What Is Your True Form?

Jun Xiaoyao stood alone against the three Celestial Prides, showing no signs of fear.

He countered the Holy Disciple with the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Techniques, forcefully shaking him back.

Then, the Ancient Emperor's Flame clashed with Huang Tiange's Divine Phoenix Undying Flame, as if the void itself would ignite.

Jun Xiaoyao's body shook once more, using Magic Immunity to dissolve Yan Rumeng's offensive.

For any other Celestial Pride, facing the inheritors of the Three Immortal Forces simultaneously would be nearly impossible.

But Jun Xiaoyao, he managed it.

Not only managed, but did so with ease, showing no signs of strain or forcing.

"Oh my, is the Jun Family's Divine Son planning to conquer the entire Immortal Ancient?" All the Celestial Prides from outside were in a daze.

Earlier, Jun Xiaoyao unleashed a massive slaughter, sweeping many Celestial Prides.

Now he stood against the Three Immortal inheritors, still holding the advantage.

"It's no wonder he's the number one among the young generation of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, having never been defeated, nor even injured." A group of people sighed in awe.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to acquire that drop of the Blood of the Fallen Immortal, to what extent would his cultivation surge?

No one could foresee.

Therefore, many present hoped Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't acquire that drop of the Blood of the Fallen Immortal.

"This person indeed is as rumored..."

After the initial engagement, the Holy Disciple and Huang Tiange both lost their expressions of contempt.

Replaced by an intense gravity.

They had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao was the number one among the young generation of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm.

The Holy Disciple and Huang Tiange were actually quite disdainful of this title.

However, now, after truly engaging with Jun Xiaoyao, they understood.

This title is no exaggeration!

The oppression from Jun Xiaoyao was overwhelming, akin to a world boss.

Even prideful as the Holy Disciple and Huang Tiange were, they now had no choice but to join forces.

"Allah above, grant me your strength to annihilate the heretic!"

The Holy Disciple began chanting.

His ability was quite peculiar, not merely mana, but mixed with the Power of Faith.

The Divine Ring behind his head emitted endless light, with a divine apparition emerging behind him.

The Holy Disciple struck with a palm, and the apparition behind him struck with a palm as well.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, unleashing a Human King Seal, with an Emperor apparition emerging behind him as well.

The Emperor collided with the divine apparition, rippling the space, and setting off massive waves in the surrounding Dao Lake.

Huang Tiange struck again, the wings behind him ablaze with Undying Fire vibrating.

Fiery feathers shot out, raining down like a torrential firestorm.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, activating the Devouring God Demon Technique.

A Devouring Vortex emerged, absorbing the firestorm into it.

Yan Rumeng bit her lip and continued to strike, the Demon Emperor Body driven to the extreme, with thousands of demon apparitions appearing around her.

"Eight Celestial Demon Techniques!"

Yan Rumeng exhibited the Supreme Divine Techniques of the Demon God Palace, with demon Qi surging, myriad demon apparitions emerged, tearing through the vastness.

Jun Xiaoyao countered the Holy Disciple with one hand, and Huang Tiange with the other.

Logically, he should have had no hand free to deal with Yan Rumeng.

But Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained composed, the Supreme Bone in his chest glowed.

Heaven's Tribulation Light burst forth, shattering countless demon apparitions along its path.

"Supreme Bone!"

Yan Rumeng's expression changed, quickly retreating defensively, her heart trembling slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao not only possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, but the Supreme Bone in his chest.

To embody both great constitutions in one was defying the heavens, his combat power far surpassing his peers among the Celestial Prides.

After repelling Yan Rumeng with Heaven's Tribulation Light, Jun Xiaoyao targeted the Holy Disciple first.

Lightning entwined around his body as he displayed the Thunder Emperor Finger.

Like the descent of the Thunder Emperor, extending a finger to crush the Holy Disciple.

"Allah above, God's light shall illuminate!"

The Holy Disciple, like a Great God of Light, released endless radiance, with the peculiar Power of Faith surging.

Golden tides swept out, violently clashing with Jun Xiaoyao's fierce techniques.

The endless mana rippled out in waves.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, the Wings of Freedom expanded, vibrating once, his form dashed with incredible speed.

He almost seemed to teleport, instantly appearing before the Holy Disciple.

He struck with an unassuming punch.

Yet this punch carried the hundred-billion divine strength of the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.

A single force dispels the myriad techniques.

Feeling the air-ripping force of the punch, the Holy Disciple formed a Golden Seal with his hand, clashing with Jun Xiaoyao's punch.

Crack!

At the moment of contact, the Holy Disciple's expression twisted in pain.

The arm he used to punch directly fractured, emitting a crackling sound as blood spat out.

Jun Xiaoyao kicked again, the speed seeming to surpass the sound barrier, producing a sharp whistle as he fiercely kicked the Holy Disciple in the chest.

Despite wearing the Golden Divine Armor, the Holy Disciple still suffered a terrifying shock.

It felt as if an Ancient Divine Elephant had crushed his chest, causing him to cough blood, mixed with pieces of his internal organs.

He was sent flying like a broken kite.

The Golden Divine Armor on his chest also showed cracks spreading, making him extremely disheveled.

"Retreat!"

The Holy Disciple's eyes showed fear, leaving with a hint of unwillingness.

He realized, with his current strength, even teaming up with Huang Tiange and others, they couldn't deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, with Jun Mulan and other sequence members waiting for an opportunity nearby, trying to seize the Blood of the Fallen Immortal from the Jun Family was nearly impossible.

The crowd's eyes widened, completely not expecting the Holy Disciple to flee at that moment.

Afterward, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pause, the Wings of Freedom vibrating, once more turning towards Huang Tiange.

Huang Tiange's expression also changed, not expecting the Holy Disciple to flee just like that.

Huang Tiange vibrated his wings, also trying to leave.

However, Jun Xiaoyao had already flashed before him.

"Phoenix-drawing Hand!"

Huang Tiange launched a hand encased in Divine Phoenix Undying Flame, its power overwhelming.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze remained cold, executing the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, smashing down ferociously.

Crack!

Huang Tiange's arm was also broken; more than that, Jun Xiaoyao's punch penetrated his chest ribs.

Huang Tiange coughed blood vigorously, numerous bones shattering within his body.

Jun Xiaoyao stretched his hand again, grabbing one of Huang Tiange's wings and tearing it ruthlessly.

"Ah!"

A severe scream echoed, Huang Tiange howled in agony, crimson blood splattering out, still wreathed in flames.

Huang Tiange managed to break free with one wing, using his remaining wing to tear through the void, even sacrificing an Escape Talisman, transforming into a swift streak of light, fleeing.

This scene rendered everyone speechless.

Especially the moment when Jun Xiaoyao tore Huang Tiange's wing, leaving everyone in shock, utterly horrified.

The mighty Huangzi of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, in Jun Xiaoyao's hands, was torn apart as if he were a mere chicken.

This left people dumbfounded, their minds feeling slightly numb.

They had seen fierce before, but never this fierce.

Seeing Huang Tiange already fleeing into the distance.

Jun Xiaoyao finally turned his gaze towards Yan Rumeng.

Yan Rumeng's immaculate face was now completely rigid.

"You still haven't answered last time's question, what exactly is your true form?" Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Yet these words, in Yan Rumeng's ears, felt like the devil's whisper!