#2568 - Don't look at me like that.

The various major forces, including Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings among geniuses, numbered nearly a hundred.

Their formation was quite terrifying.

Any one of these individuals, if pulled out, could sweep away a large number of their contemporaries.

At this moment, so many astonishingly talented individuals gathered together, jointly besieging one person.

The light of immortal techniques completely obscured this piece of heaven and earth, with phenomena blotting out the sky, and earth-shattering killing intent surging.

All kinds of divine abilities blanketed the sky and covered the earth, bombarding Jun Wuxie.

Facing the immortal technique siege of the Kings among geniuses, Jun Wuxie reached out his hand, and the light of chaos-gold bloomed between his palms, dazzling and blazing.

The chaos-gold light pierced through the various immortal lights, and a chaos-gold vortex emerged, like a chaotic abyss evolving in his palm.

Jun Wuxie's palm sucked towards the void, and the boundless phenomena, earth-shattering killing intent, and the overwhelming immortal techniques instantly shrank in their coverage, and were swallowed by the vortex in his palm.

All the killing intent disappeared without a trace at this moment.

His gaze was indifferent, and his palm vibrated slightly. With a muffled boom in his palm, the various immortal technique killing powers swallowed within were instantly obliterated.

"All your struggles are of no practical significance. In a battle of the same realm, to you, I am a dimensionality reduction strike.

Not to mention that you are only a hundred people, even if there were a billion, in my eyes, they would only be a billion pigs waiting to be slaughtered."

His words were confident and assertive, not arrogant or conceited, but simply stating a fact.

"You!"

The Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings among geniuses from the various forces were immediately so angry that they almost suffocated, feeling like they were about to explode.

How unreasonable!

Even those Holy Maidens who admired and cherished him in their hearts felt angry because of these words.

How could he belittle them so?

Admittedly, they knew that they were far from his opponents, and there was an unimaginable gap between them, an insurmountable chasm.

After all, he was the peerless legend who calmed the apocalyptic torrents of two realms, the most magnificent man of this era in those two worlds.

Throughout the ages, no one has achieved this, and no one can compare to him in the same realm.

However, how could he say such unpleasant words, calling them pigs waiting to be slaughtered?

"You seem very unconvinced?"

Jun Wuxie waved his hand, and countless runes of the Path of Soldiers flashed, each suspended above the Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings among geniuses.

Instantly, pressure like a torrent surged down from the firmament.

The people from the various forces were shocked and angry, and they all used immortal techniques to resist.

However, they helplessly discovered that their immortal techniques and divine abilities, which they had always been proud of, were now so vulnerable.

The moment they touched the other party's divine power, they instantly collapsed, unable to even slightly delay it.

Boom!

In the air, one after another, rune formations of the Path of Soldiers floated, and the divine power of the Path of Soldiers poured down like a great waterfall.

The Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings among geniuses from the various forces could not resist, could not bear it at all, their bodies trembled violently, their legs bent, and their knees heavily crashed onto the hard Nether Stone ground, their kneecaps shattered, and blood splattered.

"Ah!!"

"Jun Wuxie! How can you humiliate us like this!"

The Holy Sons and Kings among geniuses from the various forces roared angrily, their faces full of humiliation.

They knelt on the ground, their hands supporting the ground, their bodies hunched over, their waists collapsed, feeling as if immortal mountains were constantly pressing down.

This person was too terrifying.

In a battle of the same realm, they also had the aura of the Emperor added to them.

Under such circumstances, nearly a hundred people joining forces were actually suppressed by him so easily that they could not move.

This gap made them feel endless despair!

How could such a heaven-defying person exist in the world!

"Little Martial Uncle is too strong…"

Lin Yinqing stood outside the barrier, her face full of worship, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes somewhat dull.

She had never dared to imagine such a scene in her dreams.

It was like a fantastic tale.

Little Martial Uncle's strength in the same realm was already beyond description.

She was so shocked that she felt unable to breathe, and her body trembled with excitement.

Further away, Mu Xingzhou, hidden in the dark, also watched this place with unparalleled shock, his body and mind trembling uncontrollably.

Too terrifying!

At this moment, he even felt a little fear in his heart.

If such a person proves the Dao and becomes an Emperor in the future, wouldn't he sweep across the heavens and be invincible in the Emperor Realm?

"So strong, you are really so strong…"

Zhong Lingyu struggled to raise her head, with a complex look in her eyes, and a touch of desolate meaning.

At this moment, many people had similar expressions, and they were all worried about their future fate, and even felt a sense of sadness.

Is this their destiny?

Being in such a sect, receiving the Immortal Emperor's decree, they must act according to the Immortal Emperor's will.

However, can they really succeed in being enemies with such a person?

Over the years, the Dark World has tried every means to kill him, but has never succeeded.

"Jun Wuxie, you will eventually escape the sanctions of fate!

The Immortal Emperor's will is irreversible!

One day, we will cross the border and take your head!"

Mu Hanxiao and other Holy Sons roared heart-wrenchingly in deep humiliation.

People like them were born to be dazzling, with extraordinary talents, were key cultivated by the sect, possessed special status, and were extremely noble.

For hundreds of years of cultivation, when were they not high above, making the world awe?

But today, they knelt before this person in such a humiliating posture.

Their dignity was trampled and shattered by this ruthless person!

At the same time, they felt a deep sense of helplessness in their hearts.

Although a wisp of their true souls was left in the sect, they could be resurrected after dying here.

However, everything experienced here could not be sensed by the wisp of true soul left in the sect.

This was only because this place was the Immortal Emperor's Dao Field, cutting off everything.

This meant that after they were resurrected in the future, they still would not get more information about Jun Wuxie, and there might still be information gaps at that time!

"If a few small Immortal Emperors could kill me, I wouldn't have lived to this day.

Your so-called reliance, those few Immortal Emperors, are just small characters."

"Arrogant!"

The Holy Sons and others from the various forces were shocked and angry.

They simply couldn't believe their ears.

This Jun Wuxie was so arrogant, claiming that the Immortal Emperors were just small characters?

Such rebellious words were actually spoken from the mouth of a small cultivator with only the realm of a Constant God, which was extremely absurd!

Jun Wuxie no longer spoke, his eyes blooming with brilliant soul light, forcibly invading the sea of consciousness of the group of people closest to him.

Immediately afterwards, those few people roared, struggling and resisting frantically, but to no avail, issuing miserable screams and vicious curses.

"You will not die well, you demon! You actually used such cruel means to forcibly strip our Dao Fruits!

Jun Wuxie! You will be condemned by the heavens, ah!!"

The faces of that group of people were twisted, hideous and terrifying, and their painful expressions made others feel chills all over their bodies, their eyes full of fear.

They just watched as the bodies of that group of people quickly withered, turning into dried corpses.

Clusters of immortal light flowed as the Dao Fruits were stripped from their bodies by Jun Wuxie.

"No! Jun Wuxie, you can't treat us like this, you can kill us, but you can't do this!"

The other Kings among geniuses roared in fear, their eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, hysterical.

"Jun Wuxie, do you really have to treat us so cruelly?"

A touch of sadness flashed in Jiang Hongyu's eyes.

The man in front of her, whom she had admired even before meeting him.

At this moment, he was about to use cruel means to strip her Dao Fruit.

"Don't look at me with that kind of gaze.

There is no friendship between us, but an adversarial relationship."

Jun Wuxie's expression was indifferent, not liking to be stared at with this kind of gaze by his enemies.

"Hehe, yes, there is no friendship between us, but you are our enemy.

You are right, no matter what means you use to treat us, standing in your position, it is right."

Zhong Lingyu smiled miserably.

Indeed, what qualifications did she have to ask him not to treat her like that?

Immediately afterwards, their delicate bodies trembled, and a powerful mental force invaded their sea of consciousness, forcibly suppressing their will.

Subsequently, the origin and essence of all parts of their bodies uncontrollably converged towards their Dantian.

This process was extremely painful, a torment worse than death, as if their whole bodies were constantly being torn apart.

Zhong Lingyu and Jiang Hongyu and others tightly bit their silver teeth, trying not to make painful sounds.

But they still couldn't hold back, and miserable screams resounded throughout the heaven and earth, making people's scalps tingle.

Their originally captivating and beautiful faces were now rapidly aging, and distorted by fear.

Their beautiful bodies withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into dried corpses, completely without breath, lying on the ground in a curled-up posture.

The captivating immortals had now completely turned into skeletons.

Lin Yinqing, outside the barrier, witnessed this scene, and a touch of pity could not help but arise in her heart.

As beautiful women, such a scene inevitably touched her heart.

For a woman, such a scene was indeed somewhat cruel.

But was there anything wrong with Little Martial Uncle doing this?

He was just acting against the enemy, making the best use of everything, turning the enemy into valuable resources, not only was there nothing wrong, but it was also a very wise approach.

Before long, the Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, and Kings among geniuses from the various forces, nearly a hundred people, had all turned into dried corpses.

Jun Wuxie released the Solar True Fire to burn them.

He removed the Rune Dao barrier.

Lin Yinqing came to his side and called out softly, Little Martial Uncle.

"What's wrong, is Qingqing scared by Little Martial Uncle?"

Hearing this, Lin Yinqing nodded reflexively, then shook her head violently.

"Little Martial Uncle, if Qingqing makes you angry in the future, will you turn Qingqing into a dried corpse too?"

Jun Wuxie was taken aback, feeling both amused and annoyed. He reached out and flicked her forehead with his knuckle.

"What kind of nonsense are you thinking in that little head of yours?

I'm your Little Martial Uncle, your family. Would I do something like that to you?"

"Ah?"

Lin Yinqing's eyes lit up.

Little Martial Uncle said he considers me family!

Lin Yinqing smiled radiantly.

At this moment, Mu Xingzhou finally appeared, emerging from his hiding place.

"Xingzhou greets Little Martial Uncle."

He bowed respectfully.

While hidden in the shadows, he had been hearing the Holy Maiden address him as Little Martial Uncle.

Although he didn't know why she called him that, he knew he should follow suit.

He felt a certain apprehension towards this Little Martial Uncle.

The earlier scene was still vivid in his mind, having been too shocking to his mind and eyes.

"Holy Son, you already know Little Martial Uncle's true identity.

If you dare to spread this matter, before Little Martial Uncle can even act, I, Lin Yinqing, will be the first to kill you!"

Lin Yinqing's eyes were icy, her face filled with killing intent, making it clear she wasn't just saying it; she was very serious in her warning to Mu Xingzhou.

"Junior Sister Lin, am I that kind of person?"

Mu Xingzhou smiled wryly. "I am the Holy Son of the Illusion Sound Sect, how could I betray a senior of the sect?

Such a rebellious act is something I, Mu Xingzhou, would never do, even if it meant being crushed to pieces.

It's just…"

Mu Xingzhou cautiously glanced at Jun Wuxie. "Little Martial Uncle's identity is sensitive. I'm just afraid that this matter might be exposed in the future due to certain reasons, and our Illusion Sound Sect will face a great calamity…"

Hearing Mu Xingzhou say this, Lin Yinqing fell silent, unsure how to respond.

This matter was indeed something to consider, a calamity that the sect might have to face in the future.

"This matter is not for you to consider.

I have my own way to help the sect resist everything it might face."

"Ah, that's right, Little Martial Uncle definitely has a way.

Although Little Martial Uncle's cultivation isn't high, Qingqing believes that Little Martial Uncle has heaven-defying means!"

Lin Yinqing now had absolute trust in Jun Wuxie.

Since Little Martial Uncle had said so, it must be more than just comforting words; he truly had a way.

She no longer felt so worried.

Mu Xingzhou hesitated but ultimately said nothing more.

Just as Little Martial Uncle said, this matter was not something he and the Holy Maiden should be considering.

With their cultivation levels, thinking about it more was useless; they simply couldn't resolve it.