The three puppets are the God-Slaying Puppets of the Jiang family, each one at the Great Sage level.

As everyone knows, the higher the realm, the harder it is to manufacture a puppet.

If puppets at the Sage level are considered rare in the Immortal Domain, then those at the Great Sage level are even more extraordinarily rare.

Perhaps only in the ranks of the immortal powers can a few be found.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao obtained a rare Star-Cleaving Divine Puppet while in the lower realm.

However, that Star-Cleaving Divine Puppet was merely at the Sage level.

In contrast, the Jiang family's God-Slaying Puppets are two levels higher, reaching the Great Sage level.

The fact that the Jiang family could entrust three God-Slaying Puppets to Jun Xiaoyao shows their importance and care for him.

"How is this possible? Three Great Sage-level puppets! Who exactly are you?"

The two Saints, Tianyou and Xueling, hurriedly retreated, their faces filled with horror.

Even their Fallen Feather Clan does not possess Great Sage-level puppets.

Jun Xiaoyao remained silent, coldly observing everything before him.

The three God-Slaying Puppets require a massive amount of Immortal Source to operate, but fortunately, when the Jiang family handed them over to Jun Xiaoyao, they had already filled the puppets with Immortal Source.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao only needed to calmly watch as the God-Slaying Puppets wreaked havoc.

Boom!

One of the God-Slaying Puppets punched out, its entire body glowing with intricate patterns as a fierce surge of magical power erupted.

Indeed!

This God-Slaying Puppet could actually wield magical power!

This is a capability that only extremely advanced puppets possess.

The Star-Cleaving Divine Puppet that Jun Xiaoyao previously owned was merely strong in physical power.

Bang!

Saint Xueling had almost no power to resist against the God-Slaying Puppet's attack and was directly obliterated into a mist of blood.

Saint Tianyou was so frightened that his heart felt like it was about to shatter, completely losing the dignity of a Saint.

"You truly intend to go this far? Our Fallen Feather Clan's Burial Emperor will not let you off!" Saint Tianyou roared.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, too lazy to utter another word.

There is no common language with fools.

The other major powers, like the Gongming family, were in a similarly dire situation.

They had come with grand ambitions, hoping to take advantage of the chaos and divide the resources of the Cang family.

But now, they had shot themselves in the foot.

The two God-Slaying Puppets moved as if in a realm without obstacles, launching a bloody massacre against the experts of the three major powers.

"No, how can this be happening!"

"I don't believe it! What is this person's background?"

The experts from the three major powers screamed, their terror laced with despair.

The Gongming family head, who had previously been confident, was now fleeing in panic like a dog, regretting his decisions.

But under the onslaught of the God-Slaying Puppets, how could any living being escape?

The Gongming family head was smashed to pieces by a punch from a God-Slaying Puppet, meeting his end.

Watching this bloody slaughter, the countless beings from the Burial Lands observing in Baiwang City felt as if their souls had been extracted, leaving only their shells standing in place.

Shock was no longer sufficient to describe their feelings at this moment.

Jun Xiaoyao's methods had completely exceeded their expectations.

Not only was his own strength astonishingly powerful, but he also had such terrifying trump cards.

Now they realized that no one had ever bothered to investigate Jun Xiaoyao's background.

As for the beings of the Cang family, they too were stunned in place.

Watching the three major powers being slaughtered, the Cang family head felt immense satisfaction, releasing the pent-up frustration in his chest.

He was also astonished by Jun Xiaoyao's capabilities.

Three Great Sage-level puppets, to say they could be taken at will—truly worthy of being the heir of the Ancient Jun family.

However, the Cang family head was mistaken; these God-Slaying Puppets were not given by the Jun family.

"Hehe, young friend, you truly have hidden depths. It seems I have meddled too much," the Cang family head chuckled, his tone even carrying a hint of flattery.

"Not at all. The family head's concern is indeed reassuring to me," Jun Xiaoyao said, giving the Cang family head a deep look.

How could he not know the Cang family head's true intentions?

It was merely to curry favor with the Jun family.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not care; the Cang family head's willingness to help proved his resolve.

"After this, you Cang family can take over the resources and territories of these three major powers," Jun Xiaoyao casually remarked.

"Really?" The Cang family head's eyes lit up with joy.

The resources and territories of any one of these three major powers were invaluable, comparable to the Cang family.

The Cang family had essentially gained the territories and resources of three equal powers all at once.

The reward was indeed substantial.

Most importantly, the Cang family had not lost a single soldier; the Cang family head had not even had to lift a finger, merely stepping forward once.

Worth it!

So damn worth it!

Looking at the ecstatic Cang family head, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head lightly.

He truly did not care for the resources of these three major powers.

Treating them as charity was fine by him.

Moreover, he could use the Cang family as a pawn placed in the Eternal Burial Lands, which might serve some purpose.

Jun Xiaoyao's calculations were deeper than anyone else's.

"However, young friend, although you have three Great Sage-level puppets to handle the current situation, if the Fallen Feather Clan's quasi-Supreme or even the Burial Emperor becomes enraged..." The Cang family head hesitated to finish his sentence.

Clearly, he was still worried about the Fallen Feather Clan.

If they could not deal with the Fallen Feather Clan, then no amount of resources would be of any use to the Cang family.

"Rest assured, if the Fallen Feather Clan is not foolish, someone should come knocking in a few days," Jun Xiaoyao said with a knowing smile.

The Cang family head's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao was already certain that the Fallen Feather Clan would back down?

During their conversation, the entire world fell silent.

The three God-Slaying Puppets stood still in the void.

It was not because their Immortal Source had been exhausted, but because there were no longer any targets.

The two Saints of the Fallen Feather Clan had been annihilated.

All the experts from the three major powers had been completely slaughtered.

Even the Saint Kings hidden deep in the void from the three major powers had been killed by the God-Slaying Puppets.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as he retracted the God-Slaying Puppets.

In his view, this kind of slaughter was nothing at all.

After a brief silence, Baiwang City erupted into chaos.

"Heavens, today I witnessed an unprecedented major event!"

"One of the Ten Young Kings, the Fallen Feather Saint Son has fallen, and not only that, but two Saints from the Fallen Feather Clan have also perished!"

"This young human, what is his background? To casually summon three Great Sage-level puppets—no ordinary immortal power could be this extravagant!"

Jun Xiaoyao had completely shattered the perceptions of these Burial Land beings.

It was the first time they had seen someone so domineering, completely disregarding the Fallen Feather Clan.

But what intrigued everyone even more was how the Fallen Feather Clan would respond to this matter.

After all, they had lost a Saint Son and two Saints.

Given the Fallen Feather Clan's domineering nature, it was impossible for them to swallow this humiliation.

All the beings from the Burial Lands believed that an even greater storm was about to unfold!

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