Starting with Check-In Sacred Body of the Ancients-Chapter 208: The Decisive Battle at the Black Mountain Ancient Battle Stage, Watched by All

The matter of Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Scion escalated throughout the entire Netherworld Continent. Everyone was anticipating this great battle. A few days later, the Fallen God Scion finally sent word, wanting to have a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao at Black Mountain. Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, was a perilous land on the Netherworld Continent, teeming with all sorts of demonic beasts and primordial remnant species. It was rumored that deep within Black Mountain, there was a blood-stained ancient battle stage. Anyone who stepped onto it to engage in a decisive battle would not be disturbed by the outside world. Even a Saint could not interfere with the battle. Once the two combatants entered, unless one side was completely defeated or dead, the ancient battle stage would not let them out. It could be said that by choosing such a location, the Fallen God Scion was determined to go all out. Although Jun Xiaoyao was strong, he was not weak either. If he started to feel timid before the fight even began, then what was the point of fighting? The Fallen God Scion's move was to cut off his own path of retreat. Only by fighting with one's back to the river could one squeeze out their greatest potential. If the Fallen God Scion won this battle, the benefits he would gain would be endless. "This Fallen God Scion has some courage." Upon learning this news, Jun Xiaoyao's face was indifferent. He knew that the Fallen God Scion's move was to extinguish the apprehension and timidity in his heart, completely cutting off his own retreat. It was either sublimation in the extreme or a bleak fall. "Young Master, this Fallen God Scion means you harm. Why don't you let me go?" Yi Yu said from the side. Anyone with eyes could see that the Fallen God Scion wanted to use Jun Xiaoyao as a stepping stone in this battle. No one knew what tricks he would pull. Yi Yu was extremely loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and was willing to take the risk for him. Jun Xiaoyao shook his head faintly and said, "The Fallen God Scion's target is me. He will only fight with me." Although Yi Yu's strength was also comparable to that of a successor of an immortal faction, enough to contend with these young prodigies and supremes from the Immortal Domain, the Fallen God Scion would obviously not lower his status to fight with Jun Xiaoyao's attendant. "Spread the word. This Divine Child will accept the appointment," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently. Along his journey, he had fought countless battles, big and small. If this Fallen God Scion could truly bring him a little surprise, it would be a fortunate thing. After all, being too invincible was also very boring. The news of Jun Xiaoyao accepting the appointment was like lighting a fuse, causing the entire Netherworld Continent to explode into an uproar. Cultivators from all factions rushed towards Black Mountain. Many prodigies from the Immortal Domain also set out, unable to wait to witness this great battle between the Young Supremes of the Immortal Domain. For a time, Black Mountain, which was originally desolate and rarely visited, became incredibly lively. Flying ancient beasts flashed across the sky, floating airships moved about, and on the ground, fierce beasts pulled chariots. They were all prodigies and great figures from various factions. In just a few short days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people. Even the demonic beasts and primordial remnant species were forced to retreat to the deepest parts of Black Mountain. After several days of waiting, black clouds suddenly swept in from the distant sky. Nine ghastly white skeletal warhorses pulled a chariot through the air. Beside them, two black-robed figures flashed through the void, following along. "He's here! The Fallen God Scion is here!" An uproar erupted from all directions. This Young Supreme who had descended from the Immortal Domain had been incomparably dominant from the moment he appeared, commanding three major factions to annihilate the Battle Demon Hall, his demonic might滔天. "He's still not here? Does he expect me to wait for him?" The Fallen God Scion's cold voice came from the chariot, sounding somewhat impatient. A full several hours passed. Only then did a golden light flash in the distant sky, as the Nine-Headed Lion pulled the golden chariot, striding through the air. Beside it followed Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Ancestor Dongxuan, and the others. Yan Qingying, the Battle Demon Hall Master, and a group of cultivators from the Battle Demon Hall had also followed. The source of the Battle Demon Hall's tragedy was the Fallen God Scion's command. So they had to witness the Fallen God Scion's end with their own eyes. Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and the others arrive, the Fallen God Scion stepped out of his chariot. He was wreathed in a black mist, his face obscured. A head of grayish-white long hair was very long, hanging down to his feet. On his back was a pair of black-and-white wings, surrounded by the aura of yin and yang. His pair of eyes seemed to reflect a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which was very terrifying. The moment the Fallen God Scion appeared, he exuded a dark, murderous, and cold aura that was simply suffocating. "Jun Xiaoyao, you've finally come. Today, are you prepared to pay the price for your actions?" the Fallen God Scion said in a chilling tone. Jun Xiaoyao also walked out of his chariot. He and the Fallen God Scion had temperaments that were like two extremes. The Fallen God Scion was like the god of death from hell, exuding an aura of coldness and slaughter. And Jun Xiaoyao, peerless in his white robes and shrouded in immortal brilliance, was like a banished immortal. Many of the female cultivators from the Netherworld Continent present were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and temperament. "The only price this Divine Child will have to pay is probably wasting a little bit of time," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly. These words made the Fallen God Scion's face darken even more. The cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall, however, looked at the Fallen God Scion with eyes filled with extreme hatred. If not for the Fallen God Scion, the Battle Demon Hall would not have suffered such a calamity. Yan Qingying's eyes, in particular, were brimming with killing intent. The Fallen God Scion also noticed Yan Qingying. After all, her aura was too special, different from others. "Is it really her?" the Fallen God Scion thought to himself. He had previously guessed that the true inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demonic Art might not be Yan Fei. Now, he was certain that this sister of Yan Fei was the true inheritor. "After I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still won't be able to escape my grasp," the Fallen God Scion's tone was chilling, permeating with coldness. "A dead man, why so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow. The villain dies from talking too much. This was indeed true. "Hmph..." The Fallen God Scion said no more and went directly to the depths of Black Mountain. Jun Xiaoyao did the same. Before long, they arrived at the depths of Black Mountain. The numerous other cultivators who were there to watch the excitement also followed. In the depths of Black Mountain, there was a dust-covered ancient arena. The entire arena was stained with mottled blood, as if unparalleled heroes of the past had left their blood on it. This ancient battle stage was permeated with an ancient and vicissitudinous aura, and the surrounding void was interwoven with Dao patterns. If someone were to step into it, they would have to fight to the death to end it. Jun Xiaoyao was very casual. Without any hesitation, he stepped directly onto it. In the Fallen God Scion's eyes, scenes of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared. His heart, however, was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao's. After all, he had also heard of Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary deeds in the Immortal Domain. To say he didn't care at all would be impossible. "What, getting timid?" A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's mouth. "You're thinking too much. Who could make me, the Fallen God Scion, timid?" The Fallen God Scion no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ancient battle stage. He did not know that this one step he took might be the distance between life and death. One step, to the Yellow Springs! freewēbnoveℓ.com

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