Regarding this behavior of clothes bursting during fights, Jun Changxiao despised it from the bottom of his heart, because if you’re capable, burst the pants too.

Never would have thought.

When dealing with the golden Dharma Form condensed by the Eight Gate Supremes, he actually burst his upper garment too.

Jun Changxiao’s muscle lines weren’t as exaggerated as Ah Zi’s and Xiao Zuiji’s, but they looked very well-proportioned, so they had high aesthetic value.

Of course.

This wasn’t the main point.

The main point was that after activating his bloodline, the rate at which his combat power increased became extremely terrifying!

“Whoosh!”

With blood-red pupils, Jun Changxiao was like a demon awakening from hell, especially with rolling blood-red aura pervading—even his hair had turned blood-colored.

Shocking, frightening.

At such a serious juncture, don’t ask why there was hair.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Violent power surged madly, and the large hand he was holding up continuously moved upward.

“How is this possible!” the Eight Gate Supremes exclaimed.

They had fused through divine ability, their strength rising by a level, yet they couldn’t压制 this human!

“Die!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The left hand covered down, fiercely smashing onto the back of the right hand.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, violent energy rippled from midair. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and shattered again.

With double power erupting, Jun Changxiao immediately plummeted at extreme speed, landing on the ground with a “bang,” his feet caving in and collapsing, his body gradually bending down.

After the Eight Gate Supremes fused, the manifested golden Dharma Form was extremely strong. Not to mention reaching Heaven’s Secret Realm, it at least infinitely approached it, so this battle was a test for him.

“Boy.”

“You were so arrogant!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao held up the stacked giant palms, veins bulging on his forehead, then slowly lifted them, his spine straight as a rod.

“Die!”

The Dharma Form raised one hand, golden light enveloping it, carrying violent power pressing down again.

“Boom!”

The earth cracked, dust flying.

Liu Sinan and Gongsun Hou’s brows furrowed tightly.

In that situation just now, the sect master might not have been able to withstand it.

However.

When the dust settled, they saw Jun Changxiao still standing in place, with a figure enveloped by rainbow flowing light beside him. They could barely make out it was… the sect master’s wife!

At that moment.

Liu Sinan and Gongsun Hou realized that the aura surging from the great hall had stopped, now all gathered near the sect master.

“Inherited?”

“Inherited.”

Jun Changxiao asked, Hua Meigui answered.

The two’s communication style was very simple and plain.

“Then good.”

Jun Changxiao withdrew his hand, saying, “I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Actually, it was Hua Meigui who was holding back the palm print’s pressure—he hadn’t used any power at all.

Could it be that inheriting the Supreme Qianhang Soul had greatly boosted this woman’s strength, allowing her to easily withstand the golden Dharma Form?

Not exactly.

In fact, the reason she could withstand the giant palm pressing down was because the rainbow light enveloping her body possessed absolute suppressive power, causing the Eight Gate Supremes’ power to instantly weaken the moment it descended.

Gold Soul represented nobility in Soul Clan.

But before the rainbow light, it was nothing more than a subordinate facing a superior.

“This woman…”

The golden Dharma Form’s eyes flashed with towering fury.

The fused Eight Gate Supremes were very close to Hua Meigui, and the thought of being forced into submission grew increasingly strong.

“Although I am a Soul Clan descendant, I have already married him and no longer value power, so you need not worry that my presence will shake your positions.”

Enveloped by rainbow light, Hua Meigui’s bearing appeared even more noble.

However, when looking at Jun Changxiao, she displayed the gentleness and virtue a wife should have.

To Hua Meigui, this Soul Clan journey was an opportunity, merely an opportunity. Regardless of what she obtained or whether her realm became stronger, she was still this man’s wife.

Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.

How could she become obsessed with power and position?

This.

Was Hua Meigui’s mindset.

So she needed to make the Eight Gate Supremes understand that she had merely inherited the opportunity left by her ancestor, then would leave like a passing traveler, not changing Soul Clan’s current structure, let alone threatening their ruling positions.

Speaking to this point, it was already very clear.

However, some people were excessively obsessed with power and wouldn’t easily believe one or two sentences.

“Whoosh!”

The massive Dharma Form, under the joint operation of the Eight Gate Supremes, raised its right hand again, magnificent soul power rapidly gathering, forming layers of palm prints pressing down with earth-shaking power.

Nice words anyone could say.

Only by completely obliterating her could they consolidate their ruling position!

“No salvation.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The giant palm print carried the force of ten thousand jun, pressing down like a towering mountain.

Hua Meigui shook her head and said, “The ancestor was right—these people are too stubborn.”

Jun Changxiao stood still, his back to her, saying, “So they need to be reshuffled, the structure changed—the capable rise, the mediocre fall, only then can the clan stride toward glory.”

“Understood.”

Hua Meigui raised her head, clear pupils flashing rainbow light, a force of absolute authority surging from her entire body, directly freezing the descending palm print in midair.

“Scatter.”

“Bang—”

With a single word, the massive golden Dharma Form instantly disintegrated, and the Eight Gate Supremes were sent flying in a sorry state.

“Damn it!”

Gongsun Hou exclaimed, “Words manifest as law?”

“How… how is this possible…” The First Gate Supreme clutched his chest, his eyes filled with terror.

Just now, he had clearly sensed an irresistible force instantly entering his consciousness, forcibly severing his connection with the other seven.

This was definitely not suppression from realm or raw strength—it was very likely bloodline suppression!

Dimly.

The Eight Gate Supremes recalled what Hua Qianhang had said back then, only now truly realizing that when the Holy Light descended upon Soul Clan, they truly had to submit!

“Out of consideration for同族.”

Hua Meigui carried the rainbow Holy Light suspended in the air, saying, “I’ll spare your lives.”

“As for the Eight Gate Supremes.”

“From today they will become history.”

“Whether Green Soul or Gold Soul, all will be treated equally.”

Her voice transmitted across Soul Clan, Soul Clan warriors all kowtowed together, that sense of reverence in their hearts growing increasingly intense.

…

The battle between Jun Changxiao and the Eight Gate Supremes was declared over.

Regrettably, because of Hua Meigui’s appearance, no victor emerged.

However.

One thing was certain.

Jun Changxiao relying solely on bloodline enhancement would find it difficult to instantly kill powerhouses infinitely approaching Heaven’s Secret Realm.

This was just a world slightly stronger than the Upper Realm. If encountering truly second-tier plane or first-tier plane powerhouses, probably… never mind, there were cheats.

“The Supreme Qianhang Soul left by ancestor can reverse long-unchanged bloodlines. I need to stay here for a period of time.” Hua Meigui landed on the city tower, that nobility weakening considerably.

Outside, she was an empress.

At home, she was a wife.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Though Jun Changxiao urgently wanted to find his life-and-death brothers, he didn’t mind one or two years’ time.

“Whoosh!”

Hua Meigui waved her hand, rainbow Holy Light enveloping the Eight Gate Supremes, flying toward Soul Clan’s most bustling city.

Next, she planned to broadly promote the ancestor’s research, thereby changing the structure in which Green Souls were considered lowly and Gold Souls were regarded as nobility.

“Sect Master.”

The Purple Lin Demon King walked over and said weakly, “Young Master Yuan has stipulated that fighting and tearing clothes is forbidden. As sect master, you’re making an exception—can our Spirit Beast Hall…”

“Bang!”

“Whoosh—”

Liu Sinan, Gongsun Hou, and the others all raised their heads, seeing Hall Master Zi magnificently fly toward the firmament, transforming into the most dazzling star.

“Bringing up the wrong topic at the wrong time.”

“Beast!”

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