Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Vengeance Without Delay, Casually Slaying the Black Cloud Race’s Celestial Pride
Not long after, Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian returned to where Jun Xiaoyao was located.
"Young Master, the Clear Heart Tea has been bought back." A hint of a smile appeared on Jun Linglong’s slightly pale jade face.
"Hmm, alright..." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, then noticed something unusual about Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian.
He frowned slightly, got up, and walked to stand before Jun Linglong.
"Young Master?" Jun Linglong’s expression froze, a bit uneasy.
Jun Xiaoyao lifted his hand and gently wiped away a faint trace of blood at the corner of Jun Linglong’s lips.
This intimate gesture suddenly flushed Jun Linglong’s face red.
"What happened?"
Jun Xiaoyao asked calmly.
It wasn’t that he particularly liked Jun Linglong.
At least, Jun Linglong was one of his people.
Laying hands on Jun Linglong was a provocation against him.
"I’m sorry, Divine Son, I couldn’t hold off that Jun Wanjie." Jun Zhangjian spoke apologetically.
"Explain clearly," Jun Xiaoyao said.
Jun Zhangjian then told Jun Xiaoyao everything that had happened earlier.
"You’ve both been injured, and you were still thinking about buying tea for me, silly?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.
"If the Young Master wants to drink, Linglong naturally buys it."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s voice with a hint of indulgence, Jun Linglong felt a sweetness in her heart, as if she had tasted honey.
"Let’s go." Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeve, speaking with hands behind his back.
"Where to?" Jun Zhangjian instinctively asked.
"Of course, to find Jun Wanjie," Jun Xiaoyao replied with a smile.
But that smile bore a hint of coldness.
What revenge in ten years is never too late.
What all being Jun Family, the bigger picture to consider, doesn’t exist!
Vengeance should not be postponed overnight.
Since Jun Wanjie took the initiative to provoke him, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t need to spare him any courtesy.
Meanwhile, in the place where Jun Wanjie resided.
Black Soil showed a hint of unwillingness, saying, "Sire, with your strength so formidable, why not directly suppress that Jun Xiaoyao?"
Seeing Jun Wanjie’s imposing action earlier, Black Soil was utterly impressed.
He also believed that Jun Wanjie absolutely could defeat Jun Xiaoyao.
But Jun Wanjie shook his head slightly, saying, "First, that Jun Xiaoyao is both a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and Supreme Bone; his strength isn’t weak."
"If it weren’t for my age and realm advantage, I might really be unable to deal with him."
"Secondly, the Primordial Heaven Venerable Secret Treasure is about to open, and internal conflict with Jun Xiaoyao would affect my state, and I might even be reprimanded by the clan elders then."
We must admit, for Jun Wanjie to rise from the side branches to prominence, he’s no fool.
On the contrary, he’s very astute.
Earlier, he merely suppressed Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong to slightly overshadow Jun Xiaoyao’s limelight.
It can be said to be just right, precisely at the point.
This way, the effect was achieved without the elders reprimanding him, nor affecting his participation in the secret treasure contest.
"Sire is indeed farsighted, this subordinate hadn’t thought of this at all," Black Soil marveled even more.
"And I dare say that Jun Xiaoyao will endure for the time being; at least he’ll wait until the secret treasure matter is over before daring to take action against me."
Jun Wanjie’s mouth curved into a cold smile.
However, just as he finished speaking.
From outside his pavilion, sudden shockwaves erupted.
"What’s going on?"
In the instant Jun Wanjie was stunned, a sealing technique descended from the sky, akin to a falling meteor.
"It’s the Human King Seal!"
Jun Wanjie’s expression changed drastically, quickly dodging to the side.
Black Soil too turned pale, turning into a wisp of black smoke and darting away.
Boom!
Heaven and earth trembled!
The pavilion where Jun Wanjie resided turned into void, and a massive pit appeared on the ground, surrounded by large cracks.
The commotion drew the gaze of countless people around.
"What’s happening? Could someone have struck?"
"It seems something happened over at the Jun Family’s Fifth Sequence, oh my, someone actually leveled Jun Wanjie’s residence!?"
The whole Southern Heaven City became tumultuous!
Everyone knew that this was the residence of the Jun Family’s Fifth Sequence.
Let alone leveling it, even when passing by, one had to be cautious.
"Look, that person... could it be the Jun Family’s Divine Son!" a cultivator looked up, suddenly pointing to the firmament.
Above the heavens, four figures were standing.
Jun Linglong, Jun Xuehuang, and Jun Zhangjian stood slightly behind.
While Jun Xiaoyao was at the forefront.
One hand was behind his back, the other was just releasing the sealing gesture.
Clearly, that Human King Seal was his doing.
"Jun... Xiaoyao!"
A cold shout, accompanied by billions of thunder rays, spread out.
With a loud boom, a figure, wrapped entirely in lightning, shot skyward, it was Jun Wanjie!
His eyes locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, within them, two thunder pools seemed to swirl, with lightning flickering endlessly.
He hadn’t expected Jun Xiaoyao to be this decisive.
He had just said that before the secret treasure ended, Jun Xiaoyao would never strike at him.
Yet, in the next moment, his words were invalidated.
Beside him, Black Soil also emerged, his gaze filled with dread as he looked at Jun Xiaoyao.
He had only heard the name of Jun Xiaoyao before but had never seen him.
Now it was his first time.
But the impression was definitely profound.
After all, their residence was obliterated by a single strike from Jun Xiaoyao.
"Jun Xiaoyao, what do you mean by this?" Jun Wanjie suppressed the anger in his heart, speaking coldly.
"Who gave you the audacity to touch the Divine Son’s people?"
Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was calm, yet not lacking in dominance.
Jun Linglong’s heart raced incessantly.
Many of the surrounding female cultivators also felt their hearts surge, wishing to replace Jun Linglong.
"It was just a slight punishment, I didn’t really do anything to them, is the Divine Son’s tolerance that small?" Jun Wanjie’s tone was as cold as could be.
"Hmm, you’re right, my tolerance is indeed quite small. If that’s the case..."
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, his gaze turning towards Black Soil.
Black Soil’s heart instantly plummeted as though falling into an ice cave.
"Were you the one who provoked first? For a brainless follower like you, it’s better to kill."
As Jun Xiaoyao’s words fell, he raised his hand and reached out.
Magnificent golden magical power erupted like a volcano, weaving into a large golden rune hand.
A grab, as if Five Finger Mountain descended, imposing in its pressure.
"No, impossible!" Black Soil was frightened, scared out of his wits.
This was his first time facing Jun Xiaoyao, naturally unaware of how overpowering Jun Xiaoyao’s might was!
As if facing a young Great Emperor.
"Enough, stop!"
Jun Wanjie also raised his hand, intertwining divine lightning radiance to form a massive thunder hand, trying to intercept Jun Xiaoyao.
"Can you stop the Divine Son from killing?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head with a sigh.
He reached out again, with Dragon Qi erupting, transforming into a golden dragon claw, colliding with Jun Wanjie’s technique.
It was the Divine Technique, Dragon-Cutting Hand, refined from the Dragon Essence of Long Haotian.
Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao continued to suppress Black Soil.
Gritting his teeth, Black Soil once again used the unique method of the Black Cloud Race, vaporizing into mist.
The golden rune hand scattered the black mist, but couldn’t kill him.
"Heh, what Zero Sequence, no more than this; can’t even kill me, how do you contend with the Sire?"
Black Soil’s form regrouped, face pale, with lingering fear, yet a sigh of relief in his heart.
Seems Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t do away with him anytime soon.
"Truly brainless, isn’t it?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly turned his head, as if looking at a clown.
He raised his hand once more, activating the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.
An abyssal Hell Furnace descended directly from the firmament, like a furnace refining gods and demons, bursting with infinite suction.
"No, what is this!?" Black Soil shrieked, terrified, hurriedly turning into mist again.
But all the black mist was instantly absorbed and refined by the Hell Furnace.
From within, came the heartrending screams of Black Soil.
A moment later, the screams abruptly stopped...