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The Golden-Winged Little Roc King's words made the entire area fall silent.

In truth, everyone was very curious as to how Jun Xiaoyao had passed the fifty-level trial.

"This Divine Child can pass if I wish to. Why would I need to explain myself to a Golden Crispy Chicken like you?"

Jun Xiaoyao scoffed, too lazy to bother explaining anything.

However, these words left the crowd astonished, dumbfounded.

To actually call the Golden-Winged Little Roc King a 'Golden Crispy Chicken' was simply a blatant insult.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you!" The Golden-Winged Little Roc King was so enraged it felt like his organs were burning. The pair of wings on his back vibrated, their sword-like feathers trembling.

As a descendant of the Garuda Sacred Mountain's Golden-Winged Great Peng lineage, when had he ever suffered such humiliation.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao had just broken the Heavenly Dao Tower's record, so what?

No one knew if Jun Xiaoyao had passed through sheer strength or by some special means.

"Those who have a problem with this Divine Child, come at me together. This Divine Child doesn't have that much time to deal with you one by one." Jun Xiaoyao stood in the void, his hands clasped behind his back.

His strength had skyrocketed compared to before, and he needed a few 'punching bags' to test it out.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's arrogant tone, few dared to say he was being presumptuous. After all, Jun Xiaoyao had just broken an age-old record and was currently in the limelight.

Moreover, they were also very curious about what kind of opportunity Jun Xiaoyao had obtained on the fiftieth level, and how strong he had become.

The Golden-Winged Little Roc King's fighting spirit surged, golden light bursting from his eyes. His competitive nature made him unwilling to be inferior to others.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Jun, this humble monk is willing to meet you," Fahai also couldn't hold back and wanted to make a move.

Otherwise, he suspected a crack would appear in his state of mind.

As for Ye Xingyun, his expression flickered, but in the end, he did not make a move.

"Now is not the time to deal with him. When I descend to the lower realm and find the treasure of the Boundless Star Palace, my cultivation will soar, I will dominate all the way, and defeating Jun Xiaoyao will not be impossible."

Ye Xingyun muttered to himself.

He was clearly chickening out but insisted on finding an excuse to comfort himself.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over. The Yin-Yang Holy Son, Xia Lan, and others didn't even have the courage to meet his eyes.

Finally, his gaze landed on Ji Qingyi.

"Divine Maiden of the Ji Clan, do you not wish to fight?"

Ji Qingyi was slightly taken aback, not expecting Jun Xiaoyao to direct his words at her.

But she then said softly, "Brother Xiaoyao jests. Qingyi has no intention of contending."

Seeing that even the esteemed Holy Maiden of the Human Immortal Cult had avoided battle, many cultivators revealed astonished expressions.

Jun Xiaoyao was already beginning to show an invincible might among the younger generation of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain.

Jun Xiaoyao himself secretly shook his head, missing an opportunity to acquire a female slave... oh no, an opportunity for a sparring exchange.

"Then it's just the two of you. Come at me together," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Arrogant!"

The Golden-Winged Little Roc King could no longer hold back. He let out a long cry to the heavens, and the one hundred and eight thousand sword-feathers on his back burst forth in unison, transforming into a torrential flood!

It was as if one hundred and eight thousand golden flying swords were tearing through the sky, shattering the firmament!

Each sword-feather vibrated with a sharp sword qi that was chilling to the bone!

The might of one hundred and eight thousand sword-feathers erupting simultaneously was imaginable, causing many cultivators' faces to turn pale as they trembled.

At the same time, Fahai also made his move.

He stomped on the ground, and the earth shattered from the powerful recoil. His figure then soared into the high heavens.

Dense golden light bloomed forth, and his physique expanded, as if transforming into a golden Buddha.

"It's the Little Western Heaven's uninherited body tempering technique, the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!" some old-timers exclaimed in low voices.

This was an extremely powerful body tempering technique, comparable to a Supreme Method.

Upon reaching great mastery, one would be indestructible and immortal. Even if the primordial spirit was extinguished, the physical body would endure through the ages.

"I didn't expect that this generation's Child of Buddha from Little Western Heaven could cultivate the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body to such an extent," an old man marveled.

Regardless of anything else, just with this Sixteen-Foot Golden Body, Fahai was enough to stand firm among the top prodigies.

The Golden-Winged Little Roc King and the Child of Buddha from Little Western Heaven – either one of them was enough to stand at the pinnacle of prodigies.

But now, they were attacking simultaneously, joining forces against Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm. He raised his palm and simply slapped down.

It was a simple palm, yet it was not a simple palm.

Because this palm contained a colossal force of 3.7 billion jin!

What kind of concept was this? It had far exceeded the imagination of some cultivators.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The air produced ear-piercing sonic booms. In front of Jun Xiaoyao's palm, all the air was compressed, and the void rippled like the surface of a lake.

This was the ultimate manifestation of power!

Bang!

One palm! It was merely a single palm!

All one hundred and eight thousand sword-feathers shattered!

The terrifying air pressure and palm wind directly slammed the Golden-Winged Little Roc King viciously into the ground, embedding him deeply.

And Fahai, although he had activated the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body and his physical strength had multiplied, was still sent flying by Jun Xiaoyao's palm, continuously vomiting blood.

He finally crashed through several pavilions in the distance before barely stopping.

The cultivators present couldn't help but shiver.

Terrifying! Simply indescribable!

Jun Xiaoyao hadn't even used any special techniques, just a simple palm, and both the Little Roc King and Fahai couldn't withstand it!

"The Jun Family's Divine Child's physical strength has skyrocketed again! What technique did he cultivate?"

"Is this the terror of the Ancient Sacred Body? How many shackles has the Jun Family's Divine Child broken?"

Many prodigies and cultivators cried out in shock, unable to believe it.

Ji Qingyi's gaze was unprecedentedly solemn.

Putting everything else aside, just in terms of physical strength, ten of her combined would not be a match for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Cough, cough... Jun Xiaoyao, you..." The Golden-Winged Little Roc King coughed up blood as he climbed out of the deep pit, his gaze as ferocious as a wild beast's.

This was utterly humiliating.

What made him even more furious was that the Nine-Headed Lion chose this moment to mock him, sneering, "And you laughed at me for following Master. At least I'm Master's mount. And you? You can't even withstand a single slap from Master. Truly pathetic."

The Nine-Headed Lion's taunt almost made the Golden-Winged Little Roc King cough up blood from internal injuries.

On the other side, Fahai's Sixteen-Foot Golden Body also seemed about to crack, covered in bleeding gashes, looking very gruesome.

His expression was also extremely grim.

"This humble monk doesn't believe it!"

Fahai attacked again.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Paramita Hum!"

Fahai chanted scriptures, activating Little Western Heaven's Supreme Method, the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon True Scripture.

Instantly, Buddhist light shone everywhere. Figures of Buddhas appeared, accompanied by Heavenly Dragon Dharma Protectors, making Fahai look like a Saint Child among Buddhas.

And the Golden-Winged Little Roc King also unleashed his full power. He unleashed the powerful bloodline divine ability of the Golden-Winged Great Peng lineage.

A phantom image of a divine roc manifested in the void, tearing apart true dragons.

It was precisely the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan's bloodline divine ability, the Heavenly Roc Fights Dragon Diagram!

These could be considered their ultimate moves, released simultaneously at this moment. Even Young Supremes like Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi frowned deeply.

If it were them, they would find it somewhat difficult to receive these two ultimate moves.

However, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged. He threw a punch.

A power of reincarnation burst forth, affecting heaven and earth, as if it could shatter the myriad heavens.

Six terrifying reincarnation vortexes suppressed downwards along with Jun Xiaoyao's fist.

It was precisely the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

One punch out, heaven and earth were alarmed, all beings feared, and the universe overturned!

This punch seemed to want to lead all things to ruin. The void fractured, and the surrounding vegetation withered, instantly decaying.

"What kind of ultimate technique is this!"

The Golden-Winged Little Roc King, rarely, showed a look of terror.

Fahai's expression also changed drastically, feeling an unprecedented tremor!

Boom!

With one punch, the ground cracked for dozens of miles, and everything around turned to dust.

Fahai and the Golden-Winged Little Roc King were directly smashed deep into the earth, their life or death unknown.

Boundless shock and bone-chilling fear permeated everyone's heart.

This fist technique seemed to want to drag people into reincarnation, shattering both body and soul completely!

(End of Chapter)