Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The cultivators from other worlds originally thought this battle would end quickly, that the native wouldn't last more than a few rounds against a prodigy king like the Void Holy Son, especially given the difference in their realms.

To everyone's shock, the native seemed to have the upper hand!

The battlefield was utterly silent, with everyone around the perimeter watching intently, afraid to miss a single detail.

Jun Wuxie stood in the center of the battlefield, his left hand behind his back, his body as still as a mountain, not making any turning or observing movements.

However, his divine sense had locked onto the Void Holy Son from the very beginning.

The Void Holy Son's concealment technique was indeed remarkable, not weaker than the Minor Void Art he cultivated, just not as refined.

Without cultivating the Will of Arms, it would be very difficult to pinpoint his location with only the soul realm of an early-stage Hegemonic Saint. At most, one could only have a vague sense of his presence, but not know his exact location.

In other words, the Void Holy Son, equivalent to a Great Saint in the middle heaven realm, posed a significant threat to experts in the Hegemonic Saint realm with his Void Assassination Art.

Just then, the void behind Jun Wuxie suddenly split open.

A dazzling cold light flashed!

It was a blade of light blooming with the laws of the void, instantly cutting through space, cleaving a long black fissure.

Such an attack was incredibly sudden and difficult to defend against, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Seeing that Jun Wuxie had failed to preempt the attack this time, the thought that flashed through their minds was that the native was ultimately no match for the Void Art and would inevitably suffer a heavy blow.

As a result, a scene that shocked them appeared.

They saw chaotic golden light flash as the native turned around abruptly, moving faster than the attack, his fingers shining with chaotic gold, crushing the blade of light and reaching forward, his two fingers firmly clamping onto the Void Holy Son's paper-thin blade!

"I said you were too slow, and I also said that hiding in the dark is useless."

Jun Wuxie's voice was very calm, his fingers like diamond iron pliers, clamping the blade, no matter how the Void Holy Son shook the blade, he could not break free or pull it away.

This scene shocked everyone, making it almost impossible for them to believe their eyes.

Who was the Void Holy Son? He was a sixth-level Celestial of Myth!

In the mid-stage of the Three Realms of Terrestrial Immortals, a sixth-level Celestial of Myth was actually being absolutely suppressed in strength by that native, who was at most just entering the Three Realms of Terrestrial Immortals.

The native was only clamping the blade with two fingers, and the Void Holy Son was using all his strength, the violent Void True Essence causing the blade to hum, but he still could not pull it away.

The Void Holy Son was extremely shocked and felt deeply humiliated!

He had never imagined that he would be so powerless in front of a cultivator of the same generation.

There were strong and weak among the same generation, which was normal. He himself did not think he was invincible, but he prided himself on not being weaker than others, and even if there were differences, they would be extremely limited.

But now, his heart had suffered an unparalleled blow.

"Native, you have completely angered me—Void World!"

The Void Holy Son became enraged, instantly turning mad, his body lighting up with dense Void Bloodline runes, each rune almost burning.

His aura climbed wildly, several times, ten times, a hundred times…

His aura increased by hundreds of times, sublimating to the extreme!

At the same time, he unleashed the Void Domain, instantly turning the place into a pitch-black space where one could not see their fingers.

"Native, in my Void World, I am the supreme master!"

The Void Holy Son's voice appeared in this dark void.

As soon as his voice fell, black shadows, completely integrated with the void, launched an attack on Jun Wuxie from all directions.

"Supreme Master, you are insulting the words 'Supreme Master' too much."

Jun Wuxie's expression was indifferent. Facing the attack, he put his hands behind his back and made no movements, only allowing the Taiji Star Sea in his body to operate at high speed.

Since taking action against the Void Holy Son, the only divine ability he had used was the Dou Character Secret. Other than that, he had not used any other divine abilities or secret techniques.

Now that the Void Holy Son had sublimated to the extreme, based on his perception, he assessed his strength and released the three-fold amplification power of the Taiji Star Sea.

Dang!

The shadows slashed over, and brilliant golden Buddha light bloomed. A large bell emerged on his body, the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures on the bell wall flickering, and four Swastika symbols rotating around, blocking the shadows' attacks.

The bell rang leisurely, and golden sound waves swept out, illuminating the void into a golden world.

"Void Holy Son, what you are doing is meaningless. I advise you to stop struggling, kneel down and acknowledge me as your master. From now on, being a servant under my command is the best and only choice in your life."

"Hahaha!" The Void Holy Son's voice, filled with anger and killing intent, echoed in the void domain, "Native, you are truly arrogant and ignorant! In this world, since ancient times, no one has dared to speak to the Holy Son of an Eternal Ancient Family like this! I think you have not recognized the situation. Today, you are the fish on the chopping board!"

The Void Holy Son laughed in extreme anger. He really couldn't understand where this native's mysterious confidence came from?

Even if he himself couldn't do anything to this native, there was still the Divine Wind Holy Son here, and hundreds of other Hegemonic Saint realm experts from various forces.

How could such power be resisted by this native!

It could be said that from the moment this native stepped out of the Chaotic Thunder Mountain and was surrounded by them, everything was already destined, and could not be rewritten!

"It seems that your mind is full of unrealistic fantasies. Since that is the case, I have no choice but to shatter your fantasies."

Jun Wuxie's voice was still calm. The Buddhist 【Indestructible Divine Body】 protected him, and no matter how the Void Holy Son, hiding in the dark, launched his attacks, he remained unmoved.

The golden bell continued to tremble, and golden sound waves swept in all directions. The Swastika symbols rotated, and any of the Void Holy Son's attacks were annihilated, not even touching the corner of his clothes.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie stretched out his right hand from behind, clenched his fingers into a fist, chaotic golden light burst out, and he violently punched out.

Vast divine power erupted, instantly piercing through the Void Domain. The entire domain world collapsed with a bang, and the Void Holy Son's body fell out along with it, almost falling to the ground, his body shaking violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone's pupils contracted violently, their faces filled with shock.

The Void Holy Son's domain was actually forcibly pierced through from the inside by his opponent. He himself suffered a backlash and was obviously seriously injured.

"Void Forbidden Art—Eternal Exile!"

The Void Holy Son roared, raising his hands high. The world here instantly darkened, and nothing could be seen.

In the center of the battlefield, a huge void vortex emerged, instantly swallowing Jun Wuxie's body.

When the world regained its light, Jun Wuxie's figure disappeared. Only the void vortex in the battlefield remained, twisting and turning rapidly, shrinking to a point in an instant, and disappearing without a trace.

That native was gone, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

Everyone was very clear that this was not just talk, but a real disappearance into thin air, because he had been exiled.

Among the Immortal Arts inherited by the Void Ancient Family, there was a forbidden art, and Eternal Exile was one of them.

Using this forbidden art would consume a huge amount of energy for the people of the Void Ancient Family, so unless it was a matter of life and death, they would not use this Immortal Art.

Since ancient times, not many people had personally seen the people of the Void Ancient Family use this art.

Regarding Eternal Exile, there were only legends in the world, which had been passed down to this day.

Who would have thought that the Void Holy Son had actually succeeded in cultivating it, and used it to deal with that native, exiling him, causing him to be lost in the void, making it difficult to find his way back.

"Void Shadow! Are you out of your mind?"

The Divine Wind Holy Son's face was ashen, his eyes burning with anger, and he said, "You know very well that the native is just a turtle in a jar. Even if he is strong, he cannot change the outcome. Why did you have to care about the gains and losses of a one-on-one fight and exile him! If he cannot return, wouldn't we have worked for nothing?"

The Wang family's experts also had ugly expressions on their faces, mentally cursing the Void Holy Son's female relatives for hundreds of generations.

They had clearly agreed to let their Wang family end the native's life with their own hands.

As a result, the Void Holy Son actually used a forbidden Immortal Art to exile him to an unknown void.

That native was doomed to die, but he didn't die in their Wang family's hands, and they didn't even see him die with their own eyes. How could this relieve their anger?

"Wind Rain, you are the one who is sick!" The Void Holy Son knew in his heart that he had indeed caused the Divine Wind Holy Son to suffer losses by doing this for personal gain, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Could it be that I have the strength but I can't show it, and I have to deliberately lose to him?"

Hearing this, the Divine Wind Holy Son's facial muscles twitched, and he had the urge to rush forward and beat him up.

Now it was good, everything was for nothing.

That native was eternally exiled and could no longer return.

His disappearance meant missing out on the treasures at the top of the Chaotic Thunder Mountain, as well as other rare resources on that native's body.

"Who knows what is on the top of that mountain? Maybe some special resources have been eaten and absorbed by that native. Otherwise, how could he have suddenly become so strong in these few days? Didn't you see that his realm has improved, and he has broken through a major realm. In such a short time, besides the special resources on the top of the mountain that could allow him to do this, is there any other possibility?"

The Void Holy Son argued with reason, trying to find a very reasonable explanation for his actions.

"You are still quibbling…"

Just as the Divine Wind Holy Son was about to retort, a strong spatial fluctuation suddenly came from the center of the battlefield.

The space there suddenly bulged into the shape of a fist.

In an instant, cracks spread across that space, spreading like a spider web.

Such a scene shocked all the witnesses, and their perceptions were subverted!

The forbidden art of the Void Ancient Family was actually broken by someone, and in such a short time, he was about to return to his original place!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The Void Saint Son's expression drastically changed, his eyes shooting out terrifying light, the features of his face twisting somewhat.

No one present was clearer than him regarding the power of his bloodline-inherited forbidden immortal art.

Once struck by Eternal Banishment, no one had ever returned; throughout the long years of antiquity, it had never happened!

"You're so weak, what's impossible? Even using forbidden arts, so what?"

Jun Wuxie's voice came from within the void riddled with cracks, followed by a loud boom as a fist, radiating chaotic gold, blasted through the void.

Jun Wuxie stepped out from within, coldly looking down at the Void Saint Son.

He had to admit that the secret art of Eternal Banishment was very powerful.

If he hadn't been far stronger than the Void Saint Son, and had forcibly stabilized his body after being sucked into the vortex, anchoring himself in place, he would have been sucked into some unknown void by now.

This void of banishment wasn't the shallow void used for lurking or teleporting, but a deep void, layered upon layered, overlapping each other; once truly banished, finding a way out would be nearly impossible.

"You native surnamed Jun, you're too arrogant!"

The Divine Wind Saint Son erupted, instantly condensing a terrifying tornado of law-entwined astral winds that swept towards Jun Wuxie.

Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, the Swastika symbol rotating, his body unmoving as a mountain, allowing the tornado to strike, golden bells flashing and ringing loudly.

The deafening chimes spread, sweeping in all directions, causing the geniuses of the Third Stage of Land Immortals to bleed from both ears, even their eyes and noses seeping blood.

One could imagine how terrifying such chimes were.

The tornado continued to attack, the Swastika symbol obliterating everything, preventing any law from touching Jun Wuxie; the 【Vajra Indestructible Divine Art's】 defense was astonishing.

Poof!

A streak of azure light illuminated the heavens and the earth, flashing for an instant, like aurora splitting the world.

The sharp killing intent swept across the mountains and rivers, causing the people from other worlds present to shrink their necks involuntarily, feeling chills all over their bodies.

It was an azure war blade, unleashing a stunning blade light, as if to cut the entire world apart.

Jun Wuxie didn't dodge or avoid it, taking a step towards the Divine Wind Saint Son's location.

Clang!

The blade light struck the Swastika symbol, the golden bell reappearing, its chimes lingering, shaking the vastness.

This blade, besides the deafening sound, had no other effect.

Jun Wuxie's defense remained unbroken, and he shattered the Divine Wind Saint Son's blade light.

He stepped towards the Divine Wind Saint Son, runes blossoming beneath his feet, his figure flashing with a bizarre, difficult-to-capture trail, as if teleporting, instantly closing the distance.

The Divine Wind Saint Son's pupils contracted violently, wind runes flashing on his body, instantly disappearing from the spot, leaving countless afterimages.

He possessed the Divine Wind bloodline, and speed was one of his strengths.

Jun Wuxie's current Stage of the Word secret art's speed was slightly inferior to the speed of his Divine Wind bloodline.

"You think you can close the distance with this Saint Son, using your strengths to attack my weaknesses, wishful thinking! In terms of speed, no bloodline in the world can compare to my Divine Wind bloodline!"

The Divine Wind Saint Son's figure appeared in the distance, a cold smile on his lips.

"You're very arrogant."

Jun Wuxie acknowledged that the Divine Wind bloodline's speed was abnormal, but in terms of secret art effects, even the Divine Wind bloodline's inherited secret art might not compare to the Stage of the Word secret art.

It was just that the Stage of the Word secret art was too profound, and he had only grasped it superficially.

The Stage of the Word secret art's power wasn't just in speed, but also in ignoring domains, formations, and other effects; how could other secret arts compare?

"This Saint Son calls it confidence!" The Divine Wind Saint Son sneered, then, from a great distance, waved his blade, unleashing a magnificent azure blade light, while shouting to the Void Saint Son: "What are you waiting for? Suppress him!"

Upon hearing this, the Void Saint Son wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, enduring the pain as he joined the battle.

As a result, in a short time, Jun Wuxie struck the two of them with his palms and fingers, shattering all of their attacking immortal arts, causing the Void Saint Son and the Divine Wind Saint Son to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.

The knife in the Divine Wind Saint Son's hand was shaken loose and flew away, his tiger's mouth split open, dripping with blood!

It wasn't that they weren't strong, but that their opponent was too strong!

They, at the Sixth Heaven of Myth, were very proud and rarely met their match.

But today, they had encountered a Tenth Heaven Myth, and also a body cultivator whose physical body was extremely abnormal, possessing all kinds of Heavenly Emperor-level divine abilities.

Although their realm was almost ten minor realms higher than Jun Wuxie's, under the effect of the Fighting Word secret art, this realm gap was directly erased.

It was equivalent to them actually fighting at the same realm all along.

If Jun Wuxie didn't want to kill two young Myths, feeling it was a pity, and wanted to turn them into his servants, neither the Void Saint Son nor the Divine Wind Saint Son, nor even the two of them joining forces, could withstand a single slap of his chaotic golden palm.