Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning-Chapter 473 - 471: You Know Nothing of Power, Trump Cards Unleashed, Exotic Realm Evil Dragon Emperor’s Remnant Will

"That... that aura, is it Immortal Aura?"

Wang Teng and Long Aotian both widened their eyes, their eyeballs protruding.

They stared fixedly at the Immortal Aura entwining Jun Xiaoyao, their hearts in turmoil.

Immortal Aura!

It wasn't merely a description, but a genuine strand of Immortal Aura!

"How is it possible? Isn't it said that only the Celestial Prides who have obtained great opportunities on the Emperor's Road can possibly refine Immortal Aura? Why have you refined it now?"

Even with Wang Teng's deep and calculating nature, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The power of a single strand of Immortal Aura is incredibly terrifying.

In the Emperor's Road, a Celestial Pride who refined Immortal Aura often crushed other Celestial Prides, becoming a Little Giant in the Emperor's Road.

Yet now, before the Emperor's Road had even begun, Jun Xiaoyao had already refined a strand of Immortal Aura.

Doesn't that mean that Jun Xiaoyao, without even entering the Emperor's Road, has already become a Giant-like existence?

This was unacceptable to Wang Teng and others.

If outsiders knew that Jun Xiaoyao had already refined Immortal Aura, it would undoubtedly cause a great uproar!

Long Aotian's eyes also trembled, his expression icy and fierce.

Time and again, Jun Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his expectations.

"You know nothing about power." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes carried mockery and pity.

Imagining himself in Long Aotian or Wang Teng's position, confronting an opponent like himself, he would also feel despair.

"Attack together, Jun Xiaoyao must die!" Long Aotian roared wildly.

Wearing the Emperor Dragon Armor, his strength temporarily reached the Dao God Realm, and he unleashed the Great Divine Techniques of the Void Ancient Dragon Race.

"Void Dragon Fist!"

Long Aotian punched out, Dao Patterns interweaving, transforming into a vast wave of fist radiance, as if the roar of an Ancient Dragon shook the void!

Wang Teng also unleashed his trump cards.

Because he knew that if he didn't, he might not even have the chance to do so.

"Cutting Myself and Understanding the Dao!"

Wang Teng wielded a Golden Holy Sword, using his heart as the sword, unleashing a vast golden sword radiance with a terrifying will of cutting oneself to prove the Dao!

Both of them revealed their trump cards, joining forces now.

Even the Nether God Crown Prince before them might suffer serious injuries facing their desperate attack at this moment.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as calm as a placid lake.

He activated the Daluo Immortal Body, augmented with a thread of Fleshly Immortal Qi.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao didn't even need to use any Great Divine Techniques.

He simply pushed out with one palm!

Threads of Dao Patterns manifested in the void, and the Fleshly Immortal Qi on him trembled slightly.

Instantly, the force of Jun Xiaoyao's palm became even sharper, stirring intense ripples in the void.

Bang!

Jun Xiaoyao's palm pressed down, empowered by the Daluo Immortal Body and Fleshly Immortal Qi, two ultimate forces.

That palm was a hundred times stronger than any Great Divine Technique!

Boom!

Wang Teng and Long Aotian's figures flew backward like kites with broken strings, their bodies emitting cracking sounds of broken bones, and they vomited blood mixed with internal organs.

With one palm, Wang Teng and Long Aotian suffered severe injuries!

Thud!

Their bodies heavily crashed to the ground.

The Emperor Dragon Armor on Long Aotian was covered in cracks.

Wang Teng too spewed large amounts of blood, his face extremely pale.

Despair!

Even with the proud hearts of Long Aotian and Wang Teng, at this moment, they felt only utter despair.

Jun Xiaoyao was unbelievably strong!

"Why, why in this lifetime, is there a freak like Jun Xiaoyao?" Wang Teng couldn't comprehend.

He himself was already considered a freak, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, he was nothing.

"The title of Young Emperor, you're unworthy." A chain of order shot out from Jun Xiaoyao's brow, transforming into a golden short sword that slashed towards Wang Teng's Primordial Spirit.

With a puff!

Wang Teng's whole body fell backward, his Primordial Spirit slashed apart by the Primordial Emperor Dao Sword.

Only then did Jun Xiaoyao withdraw his gaze, looking indifferently at Long Aotian.

"It's your turn."

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, Fleshly Immortal Qi coiling around his arm.

With the augmentation of Fleshly Immortal Qi, Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength had now broken the hundred-billion-jin limit!

With this punch, even a ten-thousand-foot mountain would be pulverized!

"Hehe... Jun Xiaoyao, do you really think you're destined by the heavens?"

Long Aotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face sneering, his eyes showing a hint of evil madness.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at him calmly.

"I, Long Aotian, am the true master of destiny!"

As Long Aotian spoke, the pitch-black dragon-shaped ring on his finger suddenly emitted a sinister black light.

Then, a terrifying aura surged into the sky.

As if the gate to Hell's Forest opened, endless ominous winds roared.

The pitch-black soul power coalesced in midair, finally forming a tall demonic shadow covered in black dragon scales.

A terrifying aura emanated, and that looming presence was actually stronger than most Supreme Venerables.

Even stronger than the likes of Demon King Li Xin, one of the Eight Divisions of the Divine King!

"This is..." Jun Xiaoyao slightly raised his brows, his expression remaining calm.

"If you kill this person, I'll agree to all your demands!" Long Aotian's eyes were filled with boundless resentment, coldly looking at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Don't worry; you and I are connected by fate. Your enemy, before me, is nothing but an ant." That demonic shadow with black dragon scales spoke with an indifferent voice.

"This aura doesn't align with the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, could it be a Supreme Venerable remnant from an Exotic Realm?" Jun Xiaoyao speculated.

"Heh, you are discerning. I am indeed from the Exotic Realm, from the Fallen Dragon Race, the Evil Dragon Emperor!" The demonic shadow said.

"I see." Jun Xiaoyao lightly nodded.

It seems this Evil Dragon Emperor's remnant consciousness resides in the pitch-black Evil Dragon Ring, which Long Aotian picked up.

One must admit, Long Aotian indeed had considerable fortuitous opportunities.

"Jun Xiaoyao, prepare to die." Long Aotian's face brimmed with the joy of revenge.

Even though the Evil Dragon Emperor only had a remnant consciousness, it was definitely not something Jun Xiaoyao could withstand.

At this moment, on the other side, Wang Teng, who had originally fallen to the ground, actually struggled to get up.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wang Teng stood up, his face still pale, yet his gaze towards Jun Xiaoyao was intensely cold.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you've shown me what death feels like. Next, you'll taste it too." Wang Teng's voice was filled with extreme killing intent.

"Interesting, didn't I already shatter your Primordial Spirit?" Jun Xiaoyao remained calm, curiously asking.

"Hehe..." Wang Teng chuckled, as light suddenly surged in the middle of his forehead.

Soon after, a tattered Ancient Talisman floated in the void, exuding an Emperor's Might.

"A damaged Emperor's Weapon?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed slightly.

This damaged Ancient Talisman had the effect of protecting the Primordial Spirit, which was beyond Jun Xiaoyao's expectations.

Both Wang Teng and Long Aotian indeed had extraordinary destinies, as they found their respective opportunities in the Bronze Immortal Hall.

But that's good too. After they've fattened up, Jun Xiaoyao would be more interested in reaping them.