At the moment when Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Son both stepped onto the ancient battle platform.

Countless runes emerged in the surrounding void, weaving a net that confined the space around them.

No one from the outside could disturb them.

Even powerful saints could not intervene in the battle.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've merely defeated a few prodigies. Do you really think you're invincible among the younger generation in the Immortal Domain? There are those who are stronger than you..."

The Fallen Son began to speak, but before he could finish, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and struck at the Fallen Son.

"Sorry, this Son has no habit of conversing with the dead."

Jun Xiaoyao's fist radiated an astonishing light, and as he unleashed his punch, shadows and cracks spread throughout the surrounding space.

The Fallen Son's expression changed, and dark energy surged around him.

He also reached out, striking back with a palm infused with overwhelming malevolence.

Boom!

After the clash, the Fallen Son was sent flying, his entire arm making a cracking sound.

He flew several hundred zhang before crashing into the barrier formed by the void runes, finally coming to a stop.

Silence...

Countless spectators from the Senluo Continent, along with some prodigies from the Immortal Domain, stared blankly at the scene before them.

This...

Something felt off.

Logically, there should have been a fierce exchange between the two, a life-and-death struggle that would dim the heavens and obscure the sun, right?

Why was it that Jun Xiaoyao simply punched and sent the Fallen Son flying?

The Fallen Son coughed twice, his face darkening to the extreme.

In his eyes, a hint of shock was deeply concealed.

Only he knew that his physical body was extraordinary, meticulously "crafted" by the Fallen God Palace.

In terms of physical strength, the Fallen Son had never feared anyone.

But now, with just a simple punch, Jun Xiaoyao had pushed him back, and even his arm was faintly trembling.

This was astonishing; it was the first time the Fallen Son felt physically overwhelmed by another prodigy of his generation.

"Hmm? This Fallen Son's body..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes glimmered with curiosity.

He had clearly noticed the peculiarities of the Fallen Son's physique.

But it didn't matter.

When it came to physical strength among his peers, if Jun Xiaoyao claimed the first spot, no one would dare claim the second.

With a casual motion, Jun Xiaoyao grasped, his mana surging, transforming into the spear of the Underworld God, piercing toward the Fallen Son.

The Fallen Son quickly adjusted his stance.

After all, he was a young supreme from the Fallen God Palace, an unparalleled talent. Although he had lost in their first encounter, it did not affect his demeanor.

"What of the Ancient Holy Body? A withered physique cannot rise again," the Fallen Son said, seemingly trying to bolster his confidence.

He struck again, his physical power surging, black malevolence coiling around his palm as he slammed it toward the spear of the Underworld God.

With a thunderous sound, the void shattered, and the Fallen Son's black-and-white wings trembled as he shot toward Jun Xiaoyao at high speed.

Jun Xiaoyao also summoned his Demon Wings and threw another punch.

The two fists collided, producing a booming sound like war drums.

The void trembled in resonance, as if unable to bear the immense force.

"This Fallen Son is impressive; he can actually trade blows with the Jun family's Son."

"After all, he is the Son of the Fallen God Palace; such performance is to be expected."

"But why do I feel like the Jun family's Son isn't taking it seriously? It's like he's playing a game."

Some prodigies from the Immortal Domain whispered among themselves.

As for Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, and others, they showed no concern for Jun Xiaoyao, their expressions calm.

On the contrary, the disciples of the Battle Demon Hall felt anxious.

They were unaware of just how strong Jun Xiaoyao truly was, so it was natural for them to worry.

"Young Master, let Qingying see your true strength," Yan Qingying said, curiosity flickering in her dark, beautiful eyes.

The person she wished to follow could not possibly be mediocre.

She wanted to see Jun Xiaoyao use his true power to completely conquer her.

On the ancient battle platform, the two exchanged blows.

Jun Xiaoyao indeed did not use his full strength; he was observing the Fallen Son's physique.

The Fallen Son's body was strange, somewhat unlike his own.

Jun Xiaoyao found this very intriguing.

As for the Fallen Son, he developed a misconception, believing his physique was sufficient to contend with Jun Xiaoyao.

"The Ancient Holy Body is nothing more than this," the Fallen Son's confidence grew stronger.

He now felt that Jun Xiaoyao's strength must have been exaggerated.

"Ha... I understand now, what is not yours will never be yours," Jun Xiaoyao's gaze deepened as he looked at the Fallen Son.

The Fallen Son's expression slightly changed, surprise filling his heart.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao saw through his physique?

But even if he did, it didn't matter; the Fallen Son believed Jun Xiaoyao could not deal with him.

"Since you understand, then there's no need to delay any longer." Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique.

Golden blood surged like a volcano, transforming into a vividly lifelike golden divine elephant.

The golden divine elephant roared toward the heavens, as if it could suppress the eight directions and ten realms.

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed a punch, releasing all his power, thirty-seven billion pounds of divine strength erupted, shattering the space ahead.

The Fallen Son also struck back, attempting to resist once more.

But this time, his expression changed completely.

A terrifying force erupted, like an ancient behemoth crushing everything.

He was sent flying, coughing up blood, his arm bones cracking from the impact.

This punch was on an entirely different level compared to the previous one, directly overwhelming him.

This not only shocked the Fallen Son but also made all the spectators around them gasp in astonishment.

"This is the true strength of the Jun family's Son when he's serious?" Many prodigies from the Immortal Domain exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Fallen Son was a formidable existence, one of the most terrifying young supremes in the Immortal Domain.

Yet now, he was being relentlessly beaten by Jun Xiaoyao.

In contrast, the Fallen Son could not inflict any harm on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are infuriating!"

The Fallen Son wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his anger boiling.

He had always been the one to dominate others, never the one being dominated.

Jun Xiaoyao was the first.

The Fallen Son struck again, manifesting the terrifying divine abilities of the Fallen God Palace.

Malevolent energy surged around him, and behind him, it seemed to coalesce into a figure resembling an eight-armed Yama.

The Fallen Son struck again, as if eight dark palm prints appeared, threatening to shatter the void itself!

"It's the divine ability of the Fallen God Palace, the Eight-Armed Yama Hand!" some prodigies from the Immortal Domain couldn't help but exclaim.

The Eight-Armed Yama Hand was a terrifying divine ability of the Fallen God Palace, with immense power.

When these eight palms struck down, even gods and Buddhas would be shattered.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao formed the Human King Seal, and an emperor's phantom appeared behind him, towering and majestic.

He formed the seal, clashing with the Fallen Son's divine ability.

One side manifested the eight-armed Yama phantom, palm prints shattering the heavens and splitting the earth!

The other side manifested the figure of the Celestial Emperor, a seal suppressing the universe!

Emperor against Yama!

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