Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie walked out of the ancient temple with Lanlan, and the man sitting on the golden-scaled hou's back slightly upturned the corner of his mouth, looking down at him from a high position.

The eyes of all the cultivators from other worlds were focused on him.

After Jun Wuxie exited the ancient temple, he glanced at these people, said nothing, and left directly.

His behavior confused the cultivators from other worlds.

This native actually treated all of them as air, completely ignoring them, as if he didn't see them at all.

The faces of the cultivators from other worlds all showed astonishment, while the youth on the golden-scaled hou's back had a grim expression.

He felt his dignity had been challenged.

This native actually dared to ignore him like this, treating his previous words as wind blowing past his ears, without making the slightest response.

At this moment, he felt he had lost face in front of everyone.

"Native! Didn't you hear what this young master just said?" The youth behind the golden-scaled hou narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashed in his pupils, and he said coldly, "You want to leave, but have you asked whether this young master allows it?"

Jun Wuxie still ignored him, completely disregarding him, and continued to leave.

Seeing him like this, the youth on the golden-scaled hou's back only felt a tightness in his chest, a surge of anger rushing to his head, and he was about to attack directly.

"Wang Zeyu, aren't you being too overbearing?" Jian Chen, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, glanced indifferently at the youth sitting on the golden-scaled hou's back, then looked at Jun Wuxie, and said, "This fellow Daoist, we are cultivators from another world, and we are new here, so we are very unfamiliar with the environment here. Since we have met fellow Daoist, it must be fate, why don't we travel together?"

"Brother Jian Chen is right. Handsome little brother, how about we travel together and explore the opportunities in this small world? Little brother, don't refuse, or I'll be sad～"

The enchanting woman Dugu Ruyan on the eight-headed desolate serpent's back said in a sexy and bewitching voice, lightly biting her bright red lips as she winked at Jun Wuxie from afar.

Wang Zeyu, the owner of the golden-scaled hou, twitched the muscles on his face when he saw Dugu Ruyan like this, and his expression was very unsightly.

The others revealed some strange expressions.

"Since all of you fellow Daoists want to travel together, it would be impolite to refuse. How could I decline?"

Jun Wuxie agreed without much hesitation, which surprised the cultivators from other worlds.

Is this native brave, or is he overly blindly confident in himself?

"Hehe he～ What's little brother's name?"

Dugu Ruyan seemed particularly interested in him, and her bewitching eyes never left him.

"My name is Jun Wuxie."

Jun Wuxie introduced himself very generously.

Immediately, Dugu Ruyan and Jian Chen also introduced themselves one after another.

Only Wang Zeyu, sitting on the golden-scaled hou's back, had a gloomy expression and did not speak.

The golden-scaled hou seemed to feel its master's mood, and its copper-bell-like giant eyes flashed with a cold and fierce light, emitting a low roar.

Wang Zeyu smiled coldly, flipped off the golden-scaled hou's back, and said, "Since they are all protecting you, so be it. This young master is magnanimous and will spare you this time."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Lanlan beside Jun Wuxie, and he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Is this mixed-blood native dog your battle pet?"

When Lanlan heard someone say that about it, it immediately showed a fierce expression, bared its teeth at Wang Zeyu, and made a low warning sound.

Jun Wuxie looked at Wang Zeyu with a smiling face and said, "My mixed-blood native dog should have a purer bloodline than yours. You mixed-blood native, where do you get the courage to look down on my dog?"

Instantly, everyone was shocked. No one expected this native to dare to counterattack Wang Zeyu in such an insulting manner.

You must know that he is alone, while there are over a hundred of them from other worlds!

How dare he be so bold!

Wang Zeyu was so angry that the black hair on his head almost exploded. The hostility in his heart instantly boiled, and his eyes were as cold as a gaze from hell.

His pair of pupils stared fixedly at Jun Wuxie, and his eyes could not wait to tear him apart.

"Roar!"

The golden-scaled hou felt the violence in its master's heart, just like the violence in its own heart. It eagerly wanted to drink fresh blood and smell the blood that stimulated the soul.

The tall and burly golden-scaled hou walked out from behind Wang Zeyu, step by step towards Lanlan.

It was tens of meters tall, like a moving hill, with a very strong sense of oppression and a rolling aura of barbarity.

"Wang Zeyu, is your golden-scaled hou trying to bully the small?"

Dugu Ruyan on the eight-headed desolate serpent spoke with sarcasm.

"Humph! It's this native who overestimates himself. If his battle pet is not good enough, he should admit it, but he has to forcibly argue for the sake of dignity. Since that's the case, this young master will let him see what a powerful battle pet is!"

After Wang Zeyu finished speaking, he folded his arms and waited with a sneer to see a good show.

At this time, many cultivators from other worlds were watching the show with a happy mood.

Roar!

The golden-scaled hou roared, and its hill-like body pounced forward, its huge claws pressing down on Lanlan, which was many times smaller than it.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie suddenly retreated, creating space for them.

Just when everyone thought he was afraid of the golden-scaled hou and was about to sacrifice the dog-like blue battle beast, they heard a low roar, the sound waves rolling, impacting the wilderness, destroying large swaths of trees, deafening.

The battle beast, which was originally only a foot long and like a small milk dog, bloomed with brilliant ice-blue light, and in the shocking eyes of all the cultivators from other worlds, it transformed into a behemoth hundreds of meters tall.

It stood towering like a blue mountain, its cold eyes looking down at the cat-like golden-scaled hou, and with one claw, it pressed the golden-scaled hou to the ground, unable to move.

Under Lanlan's claws, the golden-scaled hou's flesh was torn open, blood dripping, staining a large area of the ground red, and it made a painful cry, struggling hard, but no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free.

The cultivators from other worlds were stunned.

Wang Zeyu's golden-scaled hou was at the early stage of the third realm of the Land Immortal, a descendant of the divine beast bloodline. Even if the bloodline was not pure, it had now evolved to the growth level of a quasi-divine beast.

Such a powerful golden-scaled hou was actually pressed to the ground and unable to move by the native's battle beast with one claw!

At this time, even Dugu Ruyan, Jian Chen, Jian Xu, Di Hui, and Zhao Wenting were shocked.

They realized that they had really underestimated this native named Jun Wuxie. His battle beast looked harmless in its usual state, like a small milk dog.

As a result, when it showed its power, it actually had such power!

Although it was impossible to see the specific realm of the blue battle beast, it could be roughly judged that it was not at the third realm of the Land Immortal level.

However, it could crush the golden-scaled hou of the ancient legend level across such a large realm, which was unbelievable.

Many cultivators from other worlds who witnessed this scene were both shocked and fearful, and at the same time, their hearts were burning.

Because it was certain that the native's battle beast was a divine beast bloodline, and it was a divine beast that had grown to the mythological realm.

If such a battle beast could be taken for one's own use, the improvement in strength would be unimaginable.

Countless cultivators in the world, so many geniuses throughout history, how many of them could possess a mythical-level battle beast?

Aww…

The golden-scaled hou's voice had already begun to weaken, and a large amount of blood flowed out of its body.

It was grabbed and pressed to the ground by Lanlan, its flesh and blood pierced by sharp claws, and its injuries were very serious.

Wang Zeyu watched this scene with a gloomy face, and the muscles on his face kept twisting.

He originally thought that his golden-scaled hou should be able to instantly press the other party's mixed-blood battle beast to the ground and kill it in the native's angry eyes.

As a result, reality was like a loud slap in the face, slapping him hard, making him feel embarrassed, angry, and even a little ashamed.

"Enough! Let it go!"

Wang Zeyu finally couldn't help it. This golden-scaled hou was a battle beast that he had obtained at a great price and with a lot of effort.

This was a descendant of a divine beast. If it continued to grow in the future and its bloodline could be evolved, it was possible to enter the mythological realm.

The value of this kind of divine beast descendant was immeasurable. How could it be damaged here?

Lanlan simply ignored Wang Zeyu, instead looking down at him with indifferent eyes.

In front of Jun Wuxie and the people around Jun Wuxie, it was soft and cute, but that didn't mean it was like that in front of enemies.

Among the bloodline of the transcendent divine beast, decisive killing was the most basic bloodline imprint. Otherwise, how could a race bloodline rise in an era and stand on the top of the heavens?

"Bastard, you dare to look at this young master like that, courting death!"

Wang Zeyu was completely angered by Lanlan's eyes and attitude, and his killing intent was boiling.

It was just a battle beast beside the native surnamed Jun, yet it dared to look down on him with such a posture and eyes!

This was outrageous, unbearable!

Wang Zeyu's face was full of killing intent, and his arms shook, and several flying swords rushed out of his body, forming a large sword fan behind him, instantly becoming larger, and the sharp sword energy rushed straight into the sky.

With a whoosh, the sword fan slashed towards Lanlan, cutting out some black marks in the void, with terrible power and dazzling golden light.

"I think the one courting death is you!"

Just when many people secretly felt sorry for the blue divine beast, thinking that it was about to die in Wang Zeyu's hands, they heard Jun Wuxie's cold voice.

He didn't want Lanlan to expose too much strength. Seeing that Wang Zeyu actually attacked Lanlan, he immediately jumped up, and the golden blood energy instantly boiled, like a golden ocean sweeping into the high sky.

The vigorous life blood energy, like a dragon, made many people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Clang…

The golden palm fingers were like a great sun hanging in the sky. The fingertips brushed over and collided with the golden sword fan slashed out by Wang Zeyu, bursting out a metal tremor and sparks sputtering.

People were shocked!

That native actually used his bare hands to directly contend with a Saint-level Grade Three magical treasure flying sword! Not only were his fingers completely unharmed, but he also sent Wang Zeyu's magical treasure flying sword flying back.

Dozens of magical treasure flying swords were sent flying back, their bodies trembling incessantly, buzzing loudly, causing Wang Zeyu to stumble back several steps, his face filled with shock.

Immediately afterward, he was both shocked and angry, feeling that his face was completely lost, his eyes becoming even more fierce.

"Native, die!"

Wang Zeyu's aura soared wildly, his hands coming together, causing those magical treasure flying swords that had been sent back to resonate and merge into one, held in his hands, and violently slashed out.

In an instant, that fused battle sword slashed out with a brilliant sword light, illuminating the surroundings of this mountain for hundreds of miles into a golden world.

The others were so shocked that they retreated one after another, freeing up enough space.

Wang Yuze actually sublimated so early.

Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold and indifferent, standing in front of Lan Lan, his entire body radiating boundless golden light, every inch of his body flowing with golden radiance, with Buddhist charm permeating out, and Sanskrit Buddhist inscriptions appearing on his skin.

Lapis Lazuli Golden Body, flawless and immaculate.

Four 卍 characters floated left and right behind him.

The brilliant sword light slashed down, almost tearing the void apart, creating a very long black line, and the overflowing sword energy instantly blasted the grass, trees, and rocks of the entire mountain into dust.

Clang!

The sword light slashed down to a position only about two meters in front of Jun Wuxie, and the four 卍 characters suddenly flashed with golden light, and a golden bell emerged, blocking the sword energy.

The bell wall collided with the sword energy, shaking out a wave-like golden energy, undulating and spreading towards the distance.

Wang Zeyu's slash was not just a single sword light, but dozens or hundreds of sword lights.

Those sword lights followed one after another, forming a shadow of sword energy in the air.

"Clang!"

The sword energy continuously slashed on the golden bell, the deafening bell sound shaking the eight desolations, and the golden sound waves swept through, causing many people present to feel their brains buzzing.

"What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to come here and spout nonsense!"

Jun Wuxie, with one hand behind his back and the [Indestructible Divine Power of Vajra] protecting his body, stepped forward against Wang Yuze's frantically slashing sword energy, approaching him.

Such a strong attitude and scene shocked everyone who witnessed this scene.

Even myth-level geniuses like Dugu Ruyan, Jian Chen, Jian Xu, Di Hui, and Zhao Wenting felt unbelievable.

This Jun Wuxie, the feeling he gave them was that his realm clearly wasn't in the Land Immortal Three Realms, even if it was equivalent to the Half-Step Land Immortal Three Realms, there was still a great realm barrier between him and Wang Yuze.

Wang Yuze was in the Myth Realm, although only the First Level, he was still a Myth after all.

Now, Wang Zeyu's sublimated and powerfully executed sword technique was actually received by the other party like this.

Without even counterattacking, he directly used his divine power to defend, making Wang Zeyu's attack unable to break through his defense.

"Impossible…"

They looked at each other, and they all saw deep shock in each other's eyes. This subverted their understanding and violated common sense.

How could anyone in the world do such a thing!

The key was that the other party's realm was still so low!

Just how terrifying was the growth of this native named Jun Wuxie's talent?

At this time, Jun Wuxie had already broken through Wang Zeyu's frantically slashing magical treasure battle sword and advanced to Wang Zeyu's front.

Wang Zeyu wanted to retreat, but Jun Wuxie's speed was even faster. Runes bloomed under his feet, the Word Formula was activated, and he instantly closed the distance to half a meter in front of him.

Pa!

A crisp and loud slap echoed across the mountain peak, reverberating in the heavens and earth, and reaching everyone's ears.

The powerhouses from another world saw that the native used his golden and brilliant palm to slap Wang Zeyu's face, sending his entire body flying out, spraying blood wildly, and even shooting out his back molars.

Wang Zeyu's body drew a long parabola in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing a deep pit into the ground, and mud splashed everywhere.

Suddenly, the entire mountain peak was silent, so quiet that there was not the slightest sound.

Wang Zeyu, as the young master of the Supreme Family, who would dare to slap him?

Now, he was actually slapped hard in the face, covered in blood, and even had his back molars knocked out.