From the very beginning, when Fallen Feather Holy Son arrived at Baiwang City, no one could have anticipated the current situation.
In the minds of these Burial Soil creatures, the most likely scenario was Fallen Feather Holy Son crushing Jun Xiaoyao.
At the very least, he should have maintained an advantage.
After all, the prestige of the Ten Little Kings was deeply ingrained in the minds of every Burial Soil creature.
The Ten Little Kings represented unparalleled talent and unmatched strength.
But now, reality had slapped the Burial Soil creatures hard in the face.
Facts proved that the so-called unparalleled talent was only relative.
What were the Ten Little Kings? It was just because they hadn't met anyone stronger.
And now, this person who could crush Prodigies of the Ten Little Kings' level had appeared.
Jun Xiaoyao's fist, with lightning speed, slammed fiercely towards Fallen Feather Holy Son.
Fallen Feather Holy Son was scared out of his wits, letting out a sharp shriek, "Human Race, do you really dare to kill me!"
"Ignorance!"
Jun Xiaoyao didn't want to waste words and didn't stop his movements.
With a loud boom, Jun Xiaoyao's fist, carrying tens of billions of catties of Divine Power, slammed fiercely towards Fallen Feather Holy Son.
The result was self-evident: Fallen Feather Holy Son's body was smashed into pieces, directly disintegrating.
Fallen Feather Holy Son's head flew off, his expression frozen in extreme horror.
He swore that even the ancient Overlord Body from Netherworld Palace, who ranked first among the Ten Little Kings, hadn't brought him such a desperate sense of oppression.
Fallen Feather Holy Son felt as if he wasn't facing a peer, but a Reincarnation of a Great Emperor.
As Jun Xiaoyao punched, his Primordial Spirit power was also activated, and a chain of order flew out, forming a golden short sword that directly pierced into Fallen Feather Holy Son's mind.
As soon as the Yuan Emperor Dao Sword appeared, it directly annihilated Fallen Feather Holy Son's internal divine palace, along with his Primordial Spirit.
This scene happened in just a fleeting moment.
Even Blood Ling and Heavenly Nether, the two Fallen Feather Clan Saints, didn't have time to intervene and save him.
Because the prestige of the Fallen Feather Clan was deeply ingrained in their minds.
No creature dared to kill a Fallen Feather Clan member in the Yinming Region, let alone a Fallen Feather Holy Son.
This was almost an ironclad rule.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao's appearance shattered this rule.
What about Fallen Feather Holy Son? If he wanted to kill, he killed.
"You little bastard, how dare you!"
Blood Ling and Heavenly Nether, the two Fallen Feather Clan Saints, felt their minds buzz with rage, filling their organs.
Their Fallen Feather Clan's strongest Prodigy was killed in just a few moves, and it happened right before their eyes.
The surrounding creatures in Baiwang City all widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and looked utterly horrified.
"Oh my goodness, he actually killed Fallen Feather Holy Son?"
"Is he crazy? Does he not care about his life?"
In their opinion, even if Jun Xiaoyao had the ability to kill Fallen Feather Holy Son, he shouldn't have gone for the kill.
Always leave a way out, so you can meet again in the future.
But they didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao's personality was one of supreme arrogance and acting as he pleased.
If he wanted to kill, he killed.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Cang Family Head and the others felt their scalps tingle upon seeing Fallen Feather Holy Son fall.
Jun Xiaoyao's action undoubtedly created a life-and-death feud with the Fallen Feather Clan.
Even their Cang Family might become the target of the Fallen Feather Clan's wrath.
There was no fear on the faces of the Cang Family sisters; no matter what Jun Xiaoyao did, they supported him.
"You little bastard, die!"
Both Saint Blood Ling and Saint Heavenly Nether made their moves.
They completely disregarded concepts like an elder bullying a junior or their status.
They had to make Jun Xiaoyao die, otherwise, Fallen Feather Holy Son would have died in vain, and the Fallen Feather Clan's prestige would plummet.
Seeing this scene, all the creatures present shook their heads slightly.
The outcome was already decided.
With two Saints disregarding their status and attacking, what more was there to say?
Was there any other outcome besides death?
"Family Head!" Cang Yue and Cang Xue both cried out anxiously.
Cang Family Head gritted his teeth slightly and still made his move.
Boom!
Cang Family Head's figure flashed, intervening in the battle and blocking in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
"Hmm, is your Cang Family rebelling?" Saint Blood Ling and Saint Heavenly Nether's gazes were extremely cold.
Cang Family Head secretly gritted his teeth.
The reason he acted was because the Cang Family sisters had told him about Jun Xiaoyao's origin earlier.
He came from the Ancient Jun Family.
As a Saint, Cang Family Head had some insight and naturally knew what the words Jun Family meant.
More than ten years ago, wasn't that war that swept across the entire Eternal Burial Ground, and even the Burial World, initiated because of the Jun Family?
Such a terrifying Immortal Force, even the Fallen Feather Clan, was somewhat inferior.
If they could establish some connection, it would be infinitely beneficial to the Cang Family.
This was also the reason why Cang Family Head dared to take a gamble and act.
He was gambling!
"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao was surprised to see Cang Family Head make a move.
It seemed the Cang Family wasn't stupid after all.
Although he didn't need the Cang Family to act, their actions at this moment satisfied him.
"It seems your Cang Family has lived too long and wants to bring about its own destruction." Saint Blood Ling's eyes shot out bloody light.
"My lord, let us help you destroy the Cang Family!"
At this moment, Gong Ming Family Head stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face.
"And us."
The powerhouses of the Iron Bone Clan and Green Ghoul Tribe also stepped forward together.
"You…" Cang Family Head's face turned ashen.
These three Immortal Forces clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation and then divide up the Cang Family.
"A bunch of fools!"
Jun Xiaoyao sneered and waved his hand.
Instantly, three figures stood before Jun Xiaoyao.
When these three figures appeared, the Qi of the entire world became chaotic, and a vast pressure spread out with a roar.
These three figures glowed with a cold metallic luster, were tall, and covered in numerous profound and complex patterns, carrying some ancient secret power.
"These are… Puppets?"
When these three Puppets appeared, everyone present was somewhat surprised.
But when they felt the aura emanating from these three Puppets, the surprise on their faces immediately turned into deep horror.
Because these three Puppets all emanated fluctuations of the Great Saint Realm.
These three were actually Great Saint Realm Puppets!
This was incredibly terrifying, making their scalps tingle!
Great Saint-Grade Puppets were incredibly rare and uncommon; even Immortal Forces couldn't produce many.
Let alone Great Saints, even Saint and Saint King-Grade Puppets were few in the Immortal Domain.
Saint Blood Ling and Saint Heavenly Nether were so terrified that their souls almost left their bodies, and their eyes nearly popped out.
The anger and ferocity on their faces instantly transformed into panic and disbelief!
"Go!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was indifferent, like the arrival of the God of Death, a Shura claiming lives.
The three Great Saint Realm Puppets instantly moved.
One Puppet attacked Saint Blood Ling and Saint Heavenly Nether.
The remaining two attacked the three Immortal Forces, including the Gong Ming Family.
Next, it was time for a massacre!