With the addition of Jun Xiaoyao and the Eastern Xuan Ancestor, the defeat of the two major Sin Clans and the Wujixing Palace was merely a matter of time.

On the other side, Yi Yu was also pursuing the fleeing Mo Fan.

"Can the person Young Master wants to catch really escape?"

Yi Yu's expression was cold, one hand drawing the bow, the other pulling the string.

Nine fiery arrows shot out, resembling nine firebirds, locking onto Mo Fan and crashing toward him.

With the Breaking Illusion Golden Eyes, Yi Yu never missed his target.

Mo Fan turned around, activating his technique, and a dazzling starry seal condensed into existence.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

With nine consecutive explosions, the large seal shattered, and Mo Fan was also sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His expression was filled with a trace of unwilling rage.

Not only could he not defeat Jun Xiaoyao, but he couldn't even handle Jun Xiaoyao's followers!

As a prominent figure in the lower realm, he had fallen to such a state; it was truly humiliating.

"Submit and surrender!" Yi Yu raised his hand, and his magical power transformed into a giant palm, reaching out to grab Mo Fan.

At that moment, the void suddenly twisted, and a shadow flashed by.

In an instant, Mo Fan disappeared from his original spot.

"This..." Yi Yu's giant palm grasped at empty air.

He furrowed his brows, his expression darkening.

After thoroughly searching the surroundings, Yi Yu still found no trace of Mo Fan.

"Who saved him? Forget it, I should return to report to Young Master." Yi Yu said, frowning as he turned to leave.

Meanwhile, the battle was nearing its end.

With Jun Xiaoyao's forces and the people from the Xuantian Sect, there were three Saints and two Quasi-Saints.

This power was enough to sweep across an entire continent.

The Golden Horn King, Silver Horn King, and the Saint from the Wujixing Palace all fell amidst their unwilling roars.

Although they were also Saints, their strength was clearly inferior to that of the Eastern Xuan Ancestor and others.

Among Saints, there were strong and weak.

The Golden Horn King and his companions were in the early or mid-stages of being Saints.

In contrast, the Eastern Xuan Ancestor and others were at the minor perfection stage of being Saints.

The gap between them was significant.

Due to the simplistic rules of the lower realm, even if one could cultivate to become a Saint, it was challenging to reach minor perfection or major perfection.

After the leading strong ones were killed, the remaining Sin Clan members were mostly slaughtered.

A very small number managed to escape, but they posed no threat at all.

Naturally, everyone from the Wujixing Palace was completely annihilated.

The ground was littered with corpses, piled high like mountains.

Blood pooled into small rivers.

The members of the Xuantian Sect were all stained with blood, yet their expressions were filled with excitement and exhilaration.

All the female disciples of the Xuantian Sect, from the senior sister to the junior sister, looked at Jun Xiaoyao, who was enveloped in radiance, with admiration and longing.

Jun Xiaoyao stood in the void, holding the Panhuang Years Sword.

Despite the fierce battle, his white robes remained untainted.

Standing there, he resembled a transcendent sword immortal.

These female disciples of the Xuantian Sect had never seen such an extraordinary figure, and their hearts fluttered.

The leaders of the Xuantian Sect stepped forward and solemnly cupped their hands to Jun Xiaoyao, saying, "Thank you, Lord Jun, for your great kindness. Thank you, Divine Son, for your great grace. If it weren't for your timely intervention, our Xuantian Sect would have truly faced annihilation."

Looking at the remaining disciples of the Xuantian Sect, Jun Xiaoyao pondered for a moment.

He waved his hand, and large quantities of Saint Pills, precious herbs, divine sources, and weapons piled up like mountains.

All the members of the Xuantian Sect were stunned; they had never seen so many valuable items in their lives.

What was commonplace for Jun Xiaoyao was an invaluable treasure that they could only dream of.

"Divine Son, are these all for us?" The Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect's voice trembled.

These items might not be particularly precious to him, but for his disciples, they were undoubtedly a tremendous opportunity!

"The Xuantian Sect has indeed made great contributions by suppressing the Sin Clans for the Jun family over the years. Next, I will completely annihilate the Wujixing Palace, and the entire Star Continent will be under your Xuantian Sect's control," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for your great grace!" The Sect Master and others were thrilled and excited, bowing again.

Jun Xiaoyao had directly given the Xuantian Sect one of the ten lands of the lower realm!

This gift was incredibly significant!

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, who casually offered an entire realm to the Xuantian Sect, many female disciples' eyes sparkled with admiration.

This was the demeanor of a Divine Son from the Immortal Domain!

"By the way, Divine Son, I have something I must inform you about," the Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect said, his tone serious.

"What is it?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"The Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Monster Clan have colluded with the Sin Clans and may have already betrayed us," the Sect Master said.

"Oh, is that so?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

The Jun family had sent five major follower forces to the lower realm.

The Xuantian Sect, the Dayin Dynasty, the Ancient God Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan, and the Ancient Monster Clan.

Among them, the Ancient God, Ancient Demon, and Ancient Monster Clans were similar groups, akin to the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clans.

However, compared to the Ancient God Clan, the Ancient Demon Clan practiced demonic arts and had a more demonic nature.

The Ancient Monster Clan, on the other hand, contained monster bloodlines.

Jun Xiaoyao was not the least bit surprised by their betrayal.

"The consequences of betraying the Jun family are something they absolutely cannot bear," a cold glint flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

At that moment, Yi Yu also returned.

"Apologies, I have disappointed Young Master's expectations; Yi Yu was unable to capture that person," Yi Yu said, bowing his head.

"What happened?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Yi Yu then recounted the situation to Jun Xiaoyao.

"He was saved by a figure?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a contemplative expression.

"Yi Yu has failed in his duties; I ask Young Master to punish me!" Yi Yu proactively said.

"Forget it, it's not your fault," Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

Although Yi Yu's strength could easily crush Mo Fan, the fact remained that Mo Fan was the protagonist of the Star Continent. If he were captured and subdued so easily, it would be too demeaning for such a protagonist.

What Jun Xiaoyao cared about was who had saved Mo Fan.

Was it a master from the Wujixing Palace, or someone else?

"Could it be you?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze deepened, filled with speculation.

...

At the same time, in a remote forest on the Star Continent.

The void twisted, and two figures suddenly appeared.

One of them was Mo Fan.

He was panting heavily, still shaken, and as he turned to see who had saved him, he felt a powerful pressure.

A blue-clad youth stood before him, radiating starlight.

His aura was inherently incompatible with the lower realm, exuding a sense of superiority.

"Are you a genius from the Immortal Domain?" Mo Fan's expression changed.

He instinctively felt a sense of rejection and aversion toward the geniuses from the Immortal Domain.

In front of those from the Immortal Domain, they, the people of the lower realm, felt like mere ants.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you," the figure enveloped in starlight said lightly.

"You... who exactly are you?" Mo Fan asked, his face filled with wariness.

"From the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain... the Ancient Leaf Family, Ye Xingyun!"

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