Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Long Aotian and Wang Teng, both possess the destiny of protagonists.

Even in the perilous and eerie Bronze Immortal Hall, they can avoid some dangers and each find great opportunities.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao continues to explore within the Immortal Hall.

From time to time, he hears a little girl’s laughter, as crisp as a silver bell, by his ear.

This laughter should have been sweet and pleasant, but in such a place as the Bronze Immortal Hall, it sounds like a voice from the Underworld.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao isn’t so easily frightened.

His Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, with its supreme yang divine attributes, can also restrain many evil curses, so he doesn’t need to dread these things too much.

On the contrary, Jun Xiaoyao begins to follow the little girl’s laughter, gradually venturing deeper.

As he goes, the ground is covered with bones.

”Throughout the ages, just how many powerhouses have fallen within this Bronze Immortal Hall?” Jun Xiaoyao can’t help but sigh at the scene.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly comes from ahead.

That aura causes a faint curve to appear on the corner of Jun Xiaoyao’s lips.

An old acquaintance.

A figure enters from another hall gate ahead, and upon entering, he sees Jun Xiaoyao.

Their gazes lock, both freezing.

”Jun...Xiao...Yao!”

The newcomer is none other than Long Aotian!

Long Aotian appearing inside the Bronze Immortal Hall doesn’t surprise Jun Xiaoyao; it was within his expectations.

What surprises him most is that Long Aotian, having seen him, is not as wary as before; instead, his eyes are filled with deep hatred and malice.

”You’ve got some nerve again?” Jun Xiaoyao displays a disdainful cold smile.

Seeing the mocking curve at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao’s mouth, Long Aotian bursts instantly.

”Jun Xiaoyao, this Bronze Immortal Hall will be your burial ground!” Long Aotian’s aura surges, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes.

”The rain has passed, the sky is clear, and you think you’re capable again?” Jun Xiaoyao responds with a cold smile.

The atmosphere is thick with tension.

Just as Long Aotian is about to make a move, another figure appears at a different hall gate.

With the power of the Four Spirits surrounding him, he exudes a powerful aura—it is Wang Teng.

Wang Teng, seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Long Aotian here, also shows a fleeting yet different look in his eyes.

However, upon looking at Jun Xiaoyao again, Wang Teng’s eyes also carry an icy chill.

He, too, holds a deep-seated intent to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

”Oh, everyone is here.”

One is the Young Emperor Wang from the Wang Family, and the other is the taboo progenitor of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

It can be said that any Celestial Pride of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm would feel some trepidation facing these two.

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao remains calm and unflustered.

That expression—no different from looking at ants by his feet.

This expression causes Wang Teng’s face to grow even colder, as Young Emperor Wang has never been thus scorned before.

”Together?” Long Aotian looks towards Wang Teng.

At this time, insisting on one-on-one combat would appear somewhat foolish and ridiculous.

”Yes, Jun Xiaoyao must die here!” Wang Teng’s eyes also reveal a determined look.

Without a single extra word, the two directly attack Jun Xiaoyao.

Long Aotian summons the Venerable Artifact Dragon Soul Saber, slashing out with a vast blade radiance.

Wang Teng also summons the Golden Holy Sword, the sword radiance like a long river, sweeping forth.

The intertwining of sword gang and sword radiance forms terrifying waves, pressing down towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao remains unperturbed, and around him, incomplete ancient swords, ruined ancient armor, and a tattered copper bell begin to vibrate.

Of course, given Wang Teng and Long Aotian’s status, they too possess protective ancient artifacts.

They use their ancient artifacts to suppress Jun Xiaoyao’s, balancing out each other and not affecting the battle.

With an indifferent expression, Jun Xiaoyao thinks if he needs ancient artifacts to deal with these two ants, it would be too much of a failure.

Jun Xiaoyao directly forms his fingers into a sword, executing the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique.

Even with his cultivation at the Dao God Realm, executing the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique causes the sword radiance to transform into endless Dao patterns, intertwining in the void, clashing with their sword gang and sword radiance.

Boom!

The entire Bronze Immortal Hall seems to tremble.

Wang Teng and Long Aotian’s figures retreat violently, spitting out a small mouthful of blood.

With just one exchange, even with their joint effort, they can’t withstand it, suffering injuries.

”Has the gap grown this wide?” Wang Teng grinds his teeth in disbelief.

Before, Immortal Realm cultivators still compared Jun Xiaoyao and him on an equal level.

Now, it seems the two are no longer of the same tier of Celestial Pride.

It’s not that Wang Teng has grown weaker, but that Jun Xiaoyao is too strong.

”I refuse to believe you’re invincible!” Wang Teng’s eyes surge with divine radiance spanning three feet.

Above his head appears a mystical pattern resembling an eye, able to perceive the world.

It is the Martial Arts Celestial Eye.

With its emergence, all divine technique flaws can be seen through.

Simultaneously, Wang Teng unleashes his ultimate skill, Chaotic Heaven Saint Skill!

Torrential mana sweeps forth as if it could disrupt this entire realm.

Long Aotian is not idle either; he begins to activate his Emperor Dragon’s Blood.

His aura soars immensely.

It reaches Celestial God Realm Great Perfection, just a step away from the Dao God Realm.

”Worthy of being the protagonists of the world, always able to temporarily burst their cosmos.” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flash with mockery.

But in front of Jun Xiaoyao, whether you’re a dragon, you coil; a tiger, you crouch!

Jun Xiaoyao points a finger, thunderous Dao patterns intersecting the void, forming a tremendously terrifying Thunderous Giant Finger.

The Thunder Emperor Finger unleashed, it directly shatters Wang Teng’s Chaotic Heaven Saint Skill, causing him to spew blood, his chest scorched.

Jun Xiaoyao’s other hand, fingers gathering thunderous power, transforms into thunder stars, suppressing Long Aotian.

”Taixu Divine Mark!”

Facing this, Long Aotian lets out a long howl, space power undulating, a dragon-shaped mark slashing out like a celestial saber, seemingly capable of severing the cosmos.

”Is this the opportunity’s inheritance you acquired?”

Seeing Long Aotian’s move, Jun Xiaoyao shakes his head indifferently.

If Long Aotian reached the Dao God Realm, he might sustain a couple more moves, but now…

Boom!

Amidst the earth-shattering sound, Long Aotian spews a stream of blood, the Taixu Divine Mark shattered.

”It’s over.” Jun Xiaoyao doesn’t bother to toy with them anymore; stepping forward, his hands summon forth the Thunder Emperor’s Great Divine Techniques, aiming to annihilate Long Aotian and the others.

”I have not yet been defeated, Emperor Dragon Armor!” Long Aotian’s cosmos explodes.

His Emperor Dragon’s Blood fully activated!

A highly formidable battle armor envelops his body, resembling the strongest armor.

With this, Long Aotian’s cultivation temporarily reaches the Dao God Realm.

Simultaneously, Wang Teng also reveals his trump card, the power of the Four Spirits entering his body, briefly elevating his cultivation to the Dao God Realm.

Now, two Dao God Realm cultivators confront Jun Xiaoyao!

”Jun Xiaoyao, can you still laugh?” Long Aotian says coldly.

”Ridiculous.” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes show a hint of pity.

A pity for ignorant ants.

Then, his entire body suffuses with raging immortal radiance.

Daluo Immortal Body activated!

Furthermore, a golden immortal aura wrapped in blood energy, like a Qiu Long, entwines his body.

It is none other than the Fleshly Immortal Qi!

Upon seeing this aura’s flash, Wang Teng and Long Aotian’s expressions freeze completely, their minds going blank!