Chapter 4389 The Humble Descent of the Holy Son of Lingxiao to the Core Battlefield
You must know how arrogant and domineering this Holy Son of Lingxiao was in his attitude towards them just now.
His personality can be described as self-centered and arrogant.
Yet now, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, he is so subservient.
The contrast between these attitudes is quite striking.
What surprised the cultivators of the Tianhe Sword Sect even more was...
Faced with Lingxiao Saint Son's fawning flattery.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't really want to pay attention.
Even so, the Holy Son of Lingxiao did not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
That's what's truly alarming.
"It was that man..."
The gazes of Elder Song Che and the others from the Tianhe Sword Sect all sharpened.
Jun Xiaoyao's performance at the Tianhe Sword Sect was extremely impressive.
Even Qin Haoran was forced to flee.
When Xu Wanyun saw Jun Xiaoyao again, her feelings were complicated.
Logically speaking, since Jun Xiaoyao was also from outside the region, she should have felt disgusted by him as well.
But Jun Xiaoyao is completely different from other invaders from outside the realm.
They didn't make things difficult for her, and even gave her some pointers when they had nothing else to do.
And now, seeing the arrogant Holy Son of Lingxiao and his attitude towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Even Xu Wanjun sighed inwardly once again.
She had already guessed that Jun Xiaoyao's background was extraordinary.
Otherwise, the people of the Sword Dynasty wouldn't have respected him so much.
But now, even the Holy Son of another lineage from beyond the realm is so awe-inspiring towards him.
One could even say there's a sense of dread about offending them.
what does this mean?
This means that Jun Xiaoyao's identity and background are far more terrifying than she imagined.
It was something she couldn't even imagine.
This made Xu Wanjun even more certain.
If Jun Xiaoyao were willing, he might actually be able to quell the conflict and save the Eternal Sword Realm.
only……
Xu Wanjun lowered her eyes slightly.
She also felt that Jun Xiaoyao had no reason to do this.
The fate of the Eternal Sword Realm has absolutely nothing to do with him.
Over here, he saw that Jun Xiaoyao seemed too lazy to pay attention to him.
A faint hint of embarrassment appeared on Lingxiao Saint Son's face.
However, he dared not lose his temper.
Jun Xiaoyao glanced around indifferently.
I saw Qin Haoran.
He hadn't expected Qin Haoran to still be causing trouble.
However, Jun Xiaoyao was too lazy to pay attention to it.
His gaze then fell upon Xu Wanjun.
“Miss Xu, we meet again,” Jun Xiaoyao said.
Xu Wanyun was also surprised to hear Jun Xiaoyao speak to her.
“Young Master Jun…” she nodded slightly.
Upon seeing this, the Holy Son of Lingxiao's face suddenly stiffened and turned slightly pale.
Jun Xiaoyao actually knows this woman?
Could it be that he also has his eye on this woman?
Wouldn't that mean he's going to steal Jun Xiaoyao's woman?
Thinking of this, even Lingxiao Saint Son trembled.
Then he hurriedly cupped his hands to Jun Xiaoyao.
"I apologize, Young Master Jun. I was unaware that this young lady was related to you. I apologize for any offense I may have caused her."
He cursed inwardly.
If Xu Wanyun really had a relationship with Jun Xiaoyao, she should have said so earlier!
If he had known about this, he would never have attacked Xu Wanjun.
Xu Wanyun's beautiful face was also slightly dazed.
Especially seeing the terrified look on Lingxiao Saint Son's face.
The contrast between the before and after is too stark.
All of this was simply because she had a tiny, insignificant connection with Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, "No need, you should stop now."
Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of Lingxiao waved his hand, signaling the experts of Lingxiao Holy Land to stop attacking.
Even the members of the Heavenly River Sword Sect felt a sense of disbelief at this moment.
They originally thought they would die here today.
In the end, Jun Xiaoyao simply said one sentence.
Tell the people of Lingxiao Holy Land to stop.
This made them even more secretly alarmed.
Jun Xiaoyao arrived at Xu Wanjun's side.
"Many thanks to Young Master Jun for your righteous help, Wanyun is deeply grateful..."
Xu Wanyun bowed respectfully to Jun Xiaoyao.
Seeing this, Qin Haoran's face stiffened, and he seemed quite embarrassed.
Xu Wanjun was, after all, the only woman he truly loved.
As a result, the woman he liked the most had to be saved by another man, and he even treated her with great respect.
This feeling is akin to being cheated on in person.
However, Qin Haoran had no choice but to accept it.
After witnessing firsthand how Jun Xiaoyao resolved the will of heaven and earth.
In his heart, the thought of opposing Jun Xiaoyao could no longer arise.
He also knew that, apart from the treasure he had previously possessed, there was something else.
Jun Xiaoyao never actually took him seriously from beginning to end.
"It's nothing. Where is the core of the battlefield right now?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.
"Wanjun, take the young master there," Xu Wanjun said.
She didn't know why Jun Xiaoyao wanted to go to the core battlefield.
Could it be...
It seems that some possibility has been considered.
Xu Wanyun's heart skipped a beat.
If Jun Xiaoyao is truly willing to intervene.
Perhaps the situation will change.
“Alright, then take me there,” Jun Xiaoyao said.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Wanyun, along with Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Guchen, vanished into thin air.
On the Lingxiao Holy Land side, someone asked the Lingxiao Holy Son.
"Your Holiness, what should we do next?"
“Follow them,” said the Holy Son of Lingxiao.
On the Tianhe Sword Sect side, everyone was somewhat bewildered.
Upon seeing this, Qin Haoran's eyes flashed, and he had no extra time to reminisce with Song Ling'er and her father, Song Che.
They followed.
The members of the Tianhe Sword Sect followed closely behind.
……
The entire central continent is incredibly vast.
And in its central core battlefield.
At this moment, this world is filled with countless shouts and sounds of battle.
The vast ripples of the laws spread in all directions.
The surrounding ancient mountains and sacred peaks have long been leveled.
The earth is covered with ravines that resemble deep abysses.
The void is also filled with void cracks.
Furthermore, large numbers of meteorites shattered in the outer sky.
At first glance, it resembles a scene from an apocalyptic battlefield.
And on such a battlefield.
The various sects of Taiyao Tianhe are also engaged in fierce battles with the four sword pavilions and eight major sword sects of the Eternal Sword Realm.
On the Sword Dynasty's side, Emperor Shen Hongyue, the Guardian Sword Emperor Mo Su, and others also made their move.
"Knowing that the outcome is already predetermined, why do you still stubbornly resist?"
Above the void, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes, surrounded by chains of divine rules, and exuding a powerful aura spoke calmly.
He is the master of the Lingxiao Holy Land.
"Indeed, resistance is futile; you yourselves, and even your disciples, will only suffer."
"If you are willing to surrender, the war can be stopped."
On the other side of the sky, a purple haze hung in the air.
An old man in purple robes stood in the void, his hair and beard all white, holding a whisk, looking like a sage.
He was the master of the Purple Void Dao Palace.
"Ha... Surrender? Does this mean all the people of my Eternal Sword Realm will become slaves?"
Meanwhile, on the other side, there is only emptiness.
There was an endless expanse of starlight surging forth.
Among them was a man dressed in dazzling starlight armor and wielding a star-shaped divine sword.
His body was surrounded by surging starlight sword energy, carrying a powerful pressure and an extremely strong aura.
This person is none other than the top expert of the Starfall Sword Pavilion, one of the Four Sword Pavilions, known as the Starry Sky Sword Saint.
“Calling you slaves is a bit too much. As long as you don’t resist, we won’t make things difficult for you,” said the Holy Lord of Lingxiao.
At that moment, a voice as clear as a cold spring and as melodious as a silver bell rang out.
"Do you think we'll believe the intruders?" (End of Chapter)
