The aura of Jun Xiaoyao at this moment is overwhelmingly powerful.

It is as if he were the creator of the universe, capable of creation with a thought and destruction with another.

What is most astonishing is that Jun Xiaoyao's aura seems to have transcended this realm.

Indeed!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao appears to exist independently beyond the heavens and the earth, detached from all, his aura ethereal and unfathomable.

"This... could it be... that Xiaoyao..." Jun Zhantian and the others felt Jun Xiaoyao's aura, their old eyes frozen in shock.

He contemplated a possibility.

This possibility sent chills down Jun Zhantian's spine.

To carve out one's own path!

This is the only way to transcend the heavens and the earth. Throughout history, countless heroes have fallen on this path.

And now, Jun Zhantian vaguely felt that his grandson had walked a road that no predecessors had successfully traversed.

Some prominent figures present also sensed something but could not be certain.

As for the ordinary prodigies, they merely felt that Jun Xiaoyao's aura had become even more ethereal and transcendent.

Boom!

The final clash between Jun Xiaoyao and Princess Longji erupted violently.

In an instant, the world fell into an eerie silence.

Only the phantom of the Azure Dragon, entangled with the phantoms of the Immortal King and the Ten Thousand Saints, collided and annihilated each other.

This strange silence lasted only a few breaths.

After a few breaths, a deafening sound finally erupted.

The magical fluctuations released nearly flattened the entire Mount Wenda!

Various peaks and ancient relics were obliterated and collapsed, turning to dust and rubble.

Amidst this collision akin to a nuclear explosion, a figure spat blood and was sent flying backward.

It was Princess Longji!

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao stood like a god king, stepping down from the heavens.

He landed heavily, his foot pressing down on Princess Longji's chest, causing her to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Silence...

A deathly silence!

Princess Longji lay on the ground, her long hair scattered, blood spilling from her mouth.

Her snow-white skin was stained with dust and blood.

And Jun Xiaoyao stood with one foot on her chest.

His expression was calm and indifferent.

Princess Longji had finally been defeated.

Not only defeated, but defeated in such a wretched and tragic manner!

No one could have imagined that the lofty Princess Longji, who commanded countless prodigies to bow in submission, would be so humiliated, trampled underfoot by Jun Xiaoyao.

She was a descendant of the ancient empress, a princess of the dragon clan!

At this moment, many young prodigies had their worldviews shattered.

Who said ancient freaks were unbeatable?

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had undoubtedly torn apart the mysterious and noble veil of the ancient freaks.

Ancient freaks are not gods; they can be defeated, and when injured, they too will bleed.

"Jun Xiaoyao... you..." Princess Longji collapsed on the ground, her face flushed with shame and anger, struggling.

She felt as if an ancient divine elephant was trampling on her.

If she were not of the dragon clan, with unparalleled physical strength, she would have been crushed to a pulp.

But most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao's foot just happened to be pressing down on her chest.

This filled Princess Longji with immense rage and a profound sense of humiliation.

"I told you, you only deserve to be beneath me. Now, let's see how you adapt to it," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.

He was already extraordinarily handsome, and this smile made him even more pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, in Princess Longji's eyes, it was the smile of a devil.

As they watched Jun Xiaoyao trampling on Princess Longji without a shred of pity, many prodigies displayed a mix of admiration and envy.

From ancient times to the present, how many prodigies had only been worthy of bowing beneath Princess Longji's pomegranate skirt?

Yet now, this unparalleled beauty was being ruthlessly trampled by Jun Xiaoyao.

The sight of such a goddess being humiliated, defiled, and cast down from her pedestal evoked a sense of both lament and pleasure.

Did you think you were untouchable?

Did you think you could look down on any man?

Yet here you are, trampled underfoot by Jun Xiaoyao, as wretched as a dog!

Some so-called goddesses just need a lesson; a couple of slaps would make them realize their true worth!

"Jun Xiaoyao, get off me!" Princess Longji bit her lip so hard it bled, feeling both shame and fury.

"Are you still dreaming?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, revealing a somewhat speechless expression.

With a thunderous sound, he unleashed his power again, pressing Princess Longji deeper into the ground.

Princess Longji spat blood once more, utterly humiliated!

"Impudence!"

The four dragon generals could not stand by and watch their princess being humiliated.

They unleashed their auras, four terrifying presences of the Saint level surged forth, pressing down on Jun Xiaoyao.

The simultaneous release of the four Saints' pressure was unimaginable.

At that moment, a high-pitched sound of a zither suddenly rang out.

In the void, numerous zither notes turned into blades, slicing toward the four dragon generals.

The four dragon generals changed color, raising their hands to defend, but were simultaneously pushed back, their eyes filled with horror.

A stunning figure emerged from the depths of the void.

She wore a large, simple gray robe that concealed her impressive figure but could not hide her beauty.

Seated in the depths of the void, she held a zither at her knees, her long hair flowing in the wind.

Her exquisite face was mostly hidden by her hair, revealing only a small portion of her radiant features.

Her deep, beautiful eyes carried a hint of weariness, as if they held the terrifying imagery of chaos reopening, of the sun's destruction and the stars' sinking.

It was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's protector, A Jiu!

"It's her! The follower of the White-Clad God King, one of the Eight Divisions of the God King, now serving as the protector of the Jun family's divine son!" some people gasped.

A Jiu's identity was now known to all.

After all, she had previously killed the third prince in front of the Panwu God Lord in the imperial capital of the Divine Dynasty.

"Do you dare to threaten the young master? Are you seeking death?"

A Jiu, who usually remained hidden in the shadows, silent and rarely seen, now revealed herself and scolded them fiercely because Jun Xiaoyao faced a bit of pressure.

This was an extreme display of favoritism.

"You..."

The four dragon generals' expressions shifted as they sensed a danger emanating from A Jiu.

They also realized that no matter how deranged Jun Xiaoyao might be, he would not kill Princess Longji on the spot.

With this thought, the four dragon generals ultimately fell silent.

Seeing A Jiu alone was enough to make the four Saint-level dragon generals hesitate, leaving the onlookers astonished.

No wonder she was once the follower of the White-Clad God King, Jun Wuhui; her strength and presence were extraordinary.

Meanwhile, on the Jun family's side, Jun Lingcang watched this scene with a bitter smile, feeling a sense of bitterness in his heart.

Previously, after being severely injured by Princess Longji's holy sword, A Jiu had not revealed herself or said a word of concern to him.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao had only faced a bit of pressure, and A Jiu couldn't help but step forward to defend him.

The contrast was stark.

In A Jiu's heart, it seemed that only Jun Xiaoyao's safety mattered most.

She cared little for anything else.

"Sigh, forget it, Xiaoyao, don't let A Jiu down," Jun Lingcang sighed inwardly.

He had completely let go of this obsession.

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