Whenever Jun Changxiao entered the Eternal Realm with both person and warship, a grain of sand would remain where they disappeared.
Probably also realizing that destroying the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Blade Fleet would invite retaliatory strikes from the other side, during his recuperation he hadn’t flown all over the place but had hidden in the plane in advance.
However.
A point of light always existed in the area where the sand grain was, seemingly discovered by someone.
“Strange.”
A sinister voice rang out in the cosmos: “The warship’s aura clearly exists here. Why is there no trace of it?”
A burly black shadow with bat wings on his back stood in the void.
That’s right.
One of the Eight Heavenly Dragons—King Jialuo.
This guy’s nose was more sensitive than a dog’s. After destroying the Guixu Realm, he’d followed the Eternal’s aura here, but… chased for nothing.
“Impossible.”
“It should be right here.”
King Jialuo believed in his nose. He guessed the other side might be using some formation, or hiding in the cosmos, so he sat in place and waited, waiting for several months with explosive patience.
“Hiss!”
“Hiss!”
His hands划过 the void, creating fissures.
King Jialuo was trying to randomly hit and find the Eternal hidden in the shadows.
To this day, several areas had already been torn into fragments. Wild winds from the deep layers howled out, the wailing sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The Eternal Realm, transformed into a grain of sand, was hiding nearby. With this carpet destruction method, sooner or later it would be affected.
“Mm?”
Suddenly, King Jialuo’s brow furrowed.
In that still relatively intact cosmic area, space rippled and distorted slightly. A massive warship slowly flew out from within.
Sensing the released aura was the same as in the Guixu Realm, King Jialuo smiled.
After spending several months, he’d finally found the Eternal Sect that opposed His Majesty and consecutively destroyed numerous fleets.
“The game.”
King Jialuo still sat in the void.
He supported his left cheek with one hand, slowly raised the other hand leisurely, and said: “Is over.”
“Swish—”
In an instant, violent energy erupted from his palm, dragging dazzling light as it bombarded toward the newly emerged Eternal.
“Crack crack crack!”
Wherever the energy light passed, space was ruthlessly torn apart, spreading toward more distant areas.
Without exaggeration.
King Jialuo’s single move seemed to bisect this section of the cosmos!
“Boom!”
In a flash, an explosion erupted in the area where the Eternal was!
“Buzz! Buzz!”
The cosmic space rippled with layers of waves. Any nearby meteorites caught in the aftermath all shattered into powder on the spot.
Every gesture brought heaven’s collapse and earth’s destruction.
King Jialuo, one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons under the Heavenly Demon Emperor—strong!
However, from the exploding energy area, the Eternal flew out unscathed.
Because the ship’s speed wasn’t fast, one could clearly see a chair placed at the bow with a handsome man sitting on it.
In an environment of howling winds and rampant energy, that person leaned against the chair back with fingers interlocked, coolly crossing his legs.
Handsome!
Cool!
“Mm?”
King Jialuo’s face showed surprise.
His earlier strike was enough to destroy a plane, yet the warship was completely undamaged.
Especially that young man—the smile at the corner of his mouth was quite punchable, but the aura emanating from him was profoundly unfathomable.
The Eternal.
Jian Guixu, looking at King Jialuo’s appearance through the starry sky map, transmitted with a grave gaze: “Sect Master Jun, this person is one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons—King Jialuo!”
“Oh, is that so?”
The smile at Jun Changxiao’s lips grew deeper.
The side quest had been here for several months. Today he’d finally encountered the quest target.
“Boy.”
King Jialuo said indifferently: “If I’m not mistaken, you should be the Eternal Sect Master who has repeatedly opposed His Majesty?”
“Correct.”
Jun Changxiao said.
“Clap!”
King Jialuo clapped his hands: “You have guts. This king appreciates that.”
“Not bad.”
Jun Changxiao pointed upward, saying breezily: “If heaven offends me, I’ll also pierce through heaven.”
“…”
King Jialuo gave a thumbs up: “Among the people I know, the only one as arrogant as you is that extremely annoying King Duola.”
King Duola?
One of the Eight Heavenly Dragons?
“However.”
King Jialuo slowly stood up. The wings on his back slowly spread, shaking slightly: “Appreciation aside, your final outcome is still death. If there’s a next life, you could become my subordinate. Oh, sorry—people whose souls scatter won’t reincarnate.”
Jun Changxiao shook his head: “You really talk too much…”
“Swish—” Suddenly, he’d already disappeared from his original position.
“Boom!”
Two energy forces suddenly exploded in the cosmos. Violent energy ripples frantically ravaged the cosmic space.
When the camera followed over, one could see Jun Changxiao standing horizontally with his sword in the void, blocking King Jialuo’s claw-like sharp hand.
From slow-motion replay, one could see that when Dog Leftover was speaking, the other had already traversed space to fly over but was intercepted halfway.
“Not bad speed.”
King Jialuo smiled coldly.
“Likewise, likewise.” Jun Changxiao said.
Their tones were calm, but the auras each released were already frantically clashing.
“Since you use a sword, you should be a sword cultivator.” King Jialuo said: “I wonder how you compare to that Guixu Sword Saint who was defeated by this king?”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
As his words just fell, dark aura spread in the cosmos, forming into massive fists that repeatedly bombarded toward Jun Changxiao.
This person’s strength was absolutely at top-tier Celestial Mystery Realm level. Each outburst could be described as heaven-destroying and earth-shattering. In a short time, this cosmic area became distorted and shattered beyond recognition.
“Swish—”
Jun Changxiao flew out wielding his sword, the tiger’s mouth gripping the sword transmitting numbness. He thought to himself: “Strong!”
“Hell Demon Prison!”
King Jialuo spread both arms. From his ten fingers, pitch-black attributes diffused, like chains extending outward.
This power didn’t rush toward Jun Changxiao but toward cosmic space, threading through and mending the shattered areas together, then… forming an airtight cage!
“Not good!”
Jun Changxiao immediately flew toward the sky.
However, as soon as his front foot moved, his back foot saw the space connected by black chains suddenly folding over.
From a distant shot.
That section of collapsed cosmic space was like two palms, one from the left, one from the right, coming together.
“Today.”
“Hell gains another soul.”
King Jialuo said indifferently.
“Boom—”
The two threaded spaces violently closed together.
King Jialuo withdrew the wings on his back, crossed his arms standing in the rippling cosmic area, murmuring: “His Majesty will open a new era. No one may obstruct. Violators face only death.”
“Using bloody methods to suppress—this isn’t opening a new era, this is destroying all living beings in the entire cosmos.” A voice came from behind: “We cultivators.”
“Mm?”
King Jialuo turned around, his gaze showing surprise.
Under the Hell Demon Prison’s bombardment, that boy had actually broken through!
Jun Changxiao stood a hundred zhang away in the distance. He withdrew the Supreme Immortal Sword, summoned the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. His black hair danced wildly, revealing a cold, stern face as he said: “Would rather die than submit.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
Tiangang Sword Intent erupted, enhancing his entire body.
At that moment, a graceful figure gathered behind Jun Changxiao, transforming into flowing light and merging into the Xuanyuan Divine Sword.
Including the sword tip, sword body, sword hilt, and even the wrist and arm gripping the sword—all were wrapped in crimson radiance. The sword momentum and sword intent became even more powerful.
It came!
Jun Jingxuan!
King Jialuo’s brow furrowed tightly.
After a moment, as if remembering something, he exclaimed in shock: “The sword in your hand is the Xuanyuan Divine Sword!”
“Swish—”
Sword light flashed, fleeting.
King Jialuo maintained his open-mouthed speaking posture, his eyes gradually widening, gradually rounding. Behind him, Jun Changxiao stood horizontally with his sword, black hair flying, his right hand and sword wrapped in crimson radiance. His entire person reached new heights of handsomeness.
“It’s… over?”
The System seemed unable to accept this, roaring loudly: “One of the Eight Heavenly Dragons under the Heavenly Demon Emperor only lived for one chapter? This is way too lacking in prestige!!”
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