Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: No One Can Withstand the Divine Son’s Wrath—The Allied Armies Retreat! (Second Update)

Above the firmament, a Nine-headed Lion draws a Golden War Chariot.

And Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white, stands atop it, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering as if he were a Divine being ruling the heavens and earth!

At this moment, Bai Yu’Er and the people of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country look at Jun Xiaoyao with unmatched excitement and fanaticism, as if they were gazing upon a Supreme Savior!

Other than the three layers of snow on the monarch’s body, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white!

Jun Xiaoyao is their god!

”How can this be, how could the Jun Family possibly be here?”

The Cyan Dragon Monarch, White Tiger Country Lord, and Sovereign of Xuanwu all have faces that are slightly pale.

Although they are exalted Saints, they still feel a sense of trepidation when facing the colossal Jun Family.

Not to mention the Saints, even the Supreme Venerable would be extremely wary when facing the Jun Family.

And now, even though they haven’t seen any Saints of the Jun Family arrive, the mere presence of Jun Xiaoyao is already intimidating enough.

Jun Xiaoyao isn’t a Saint, yet his deterrence is stronger than that of a Saint!

Because to oppose Jun Xiaoyao is basically to oppose the entire Jun Family.

The Desolate Ancient Royal Family, who would dare provoke them?

”Lord Divine Son!”

Bai Yu’Er and the others gaze at Jun Xiaoyao, their hearts filled with joy.

”The Divine Son has finally arrived.” In the sky, the Vermilion Bird Country Lord also secretly breathes a sigh of relief.

Originally, the Vermilion Bird Country Lord held a bit of a grudge about submitting to Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, all resentment has completely vanished.

In the end, it is up to Jun Xiaoyao to save the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country.

Jun Xiaoyao lowers his eyes slightly, gazing at the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country’s army below, which has only tens of thousands left after the slaughter.

He waves his hand slightly.

The Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Four Guards immediately receive the order, seemingly transforming into four torrents that pierce everything, charging towards the Three Kingdoms Alliance Army of a million.

Inconceivably, a mere forty-thousand-strong army is actually colliding with a million-strong force.

Yet the result is astonishing.

The million-strong army cannot withstand the charge of the four armies at all.

Before the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Four Guards, these allied troops are as fragile as paper.

After merely a few rounds of assault, tens of thousands from the Three Kingdoms Alliance have already fallen!

This is truly terrifying, making one’s blood run cold!

”The Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Four Guards of the Jun Family are too strong!”

”Devils, they are devils!”

”Run away!”

The soldiers on all sides quiver in fear, as the million-strong army collapses!

And the surviving soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country let out venting roars, beginning their counterattack.

”This...”

In the heavens, the Cyan Dragon Monarch and the others are dumbfounded.

Even they did not expect that the Jun Family’s army would be so strong.

With only forty thousand, they instantaneously crush their million-strong army.

”Jun Family’s Divine Son, what exactly do you intend?” the Cyan Dragon Monarch inquires solemnly.

”Intent? It’s simple...” Jun Xiaoyao smiles faintly.

Then he raises his brows, eyes surging with a cold sharpness: ”Either retreat, or... exterminate your entire clan!”

As the words fall, they reverberate like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

The crowd of millions is all astounded!

Such words should be spoken by an Emperor like the Cyan Dragon Monarch, shouldn’t they?

Yet now, as they come from Jun Xiaoyao’s mouth, no one feels the slightest discord.

How could Jun Family’s Divine Son’s status be compared to that of a mere country’s emperor?

”Jun Xiaoyao, you...” The Cyan Dragon Monarch’s face shifts between green and white, unable to suppress the eruption of his Saint’s aura.

”I, the Divine Son, stand right here. Dare you make a move?”

Jun Xiaoyao flicks his sleeve, stepping upon the heavens, standing opposite the Cyan Dragon Monarch.

With merely Unity Realm cultivation, yet facing the Saint Realm Cyan Dragon Monarch, he shows not the slightest fear.

In fact, such a demeanor makes one feel that Jun Xiaoyao is the Emperor, and the Cyan Dragon Monarch is the minister!

”Is this the might of the Jun Family’s Divine Son?”

Below, everyone from the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country, witnessing this scene, is trembling with excitement.

Bai Yu’Er’s beautiful eyes, tinged with pink crystal, are filled with intense admiration and enthusiasm.

”Jun Xiaoyao, don’t push it too far. Behind us stands a prince, he is the one who instructed us to do so.” The Cyan Dragon Monarch speaks in a subdued tone.

He dares not confront the Jun Family alone, so he invokes the authority of the prince behind him.

”Oh?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes narrow.

He had long surmised that there might be someone behind the Cyan Dragon Ancient Country.

Now it seems, indeed there is.

Moreover, someone able to command figures like the Cyan Dragon Monarch must have an extraordinary identity and background.

However, why would Jun Xiaoyao feel intimidated?

No matter how grand the status and background, can it defeat him?

”No matter who stands behind you, the fury of I, the Divine Son, is not something anyone can bear!” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flash with cold light.

Then he raises his hand with two fingers forming a sword.

An immense Sword Qi surges forth, a majestic Sword Intent roils!

A dazzling Sword Radiance, accompanied by countless phantom shadows of Immortal Gods, sweeps forth from Jun Xiaoyao’s hand!

The Sword Radiance, world-shaking!

It is the first stance of the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique, Immortal Fall!

Rumble!

A ten-thousand-zhang Sword Radiance crashes down from the heavens, smashing into the million-strong army!

In an instant, blood splatters, countless screams echo.

Tens of thousands of soldiers are obliterated by a single sword!

Already terrified by the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Four Guards, the Three Kingdoms Alliance army instantly collapses, fleeing in all directions!

Upon seeing this, the Cyan Dragon Monarch is enraged, nearly unable to restrain himself from acting.

But upon contemplating the consequences of moving against Jun Xiaoyao, he forcibly restrains himself.

”Retreat first!” A flicker of internal struggle appears in the Cyan Dragon Monarch’s eyes, but he issues the order.

If this drags on any longer, who knows how many of the million-strong army will remain.

And since he dares not act against Jun Xiaoyao, he decides to temporarily retreat, awaiting the prince’s decision.

Should the prince take action personally, the Cyan Dragon Monarch naturally need not bear the Jun Family’s wrath.

Upon hearing the Cyan Dragon Monarch’s call to retreat, the White Tiger Country Lord and Sovereign of Xuanwu also immediately withdraw.

The million-strong army, in a brief moment, is reduced to just over six hundred thousand, fleeing like defeated dogs.

In mere moments, the once-mighty Three Kingdoms Alliance army vanishes without a trace.

Jun Xiaoyao watches the Cyan Dragon Monarch and others retreat, yet he does not push further.

This is because the Cyan Dragon Monarch and others are not the most important.

The most important is the prince behind them.

He consolidated the Four Ancient Countries, what is his true goal?

Is it merely to make them his own force?

Precisely because he wishes to unravel this question, Jun Xiaoyao chooses to wait patiently for a greater challenge.

And those surviving generals and soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country display expressions of post-crisis joy.

They gaze at Jun Xiaoyao, their eyes filled with deep gratitude.

Without Jun Xiaoyao, their Vermilion Bird Ancient Country would either face destruction or subjugation.

In the sky, the Vermilion Bird Country Lord deeply bows to Jun Xiaoyao, saying: ”Many thanks to the Divine Son for your assistance, without you, the Vermilion Bird Ancient Country would be in peril today.”

Jun Xiaoyao waves his hand slightly: ”The Vermilion Bird Ancient Country is part of my forces, I naturally will not stand idly by as it faces extinction.”

”Lord Divine Son.” Bai Yu’Er also deeply bows to Jun Xiaoyao.

”Hmm, don’t celebrate too soon, the prince behind them surely won’t leave it at this.” Jun Xiaoyao says.