Stop!

Seeing Tian Yao's prince attack Jun Ying'er, Fang Han let out a roar.

But his chest ached violently, blood flowing freely, he was severely wounded and couldn't help himself for a moment.

"Be bold!"

The Great Yin Emperor and others could no longer sit idly by.

Jun Yinger is a member of the Jun family, they couldn't possibly stand by and watch their own be oppressed by the Zui Clan.

Therefore, the Great Yin Dynasty took action.

And at the same time, the Four Great Clans Allied Army also launched an attack.

The Heavenly Demon Prince's action of suppressing Jun Ying'er was like a fuse, completely igniting the war.

Meanwhile, in the distant void, several figures with overwhelming demonic energy appeared.

Two figures in black robes were present, their demonic energy surging and emanating an aura of a demon saint.

It is the demon saint of the Demon God Palace, whose identity is concealed.

They couldn't hide their identities openly, so they had to help the Heavenly Demon King Clan in this way of deceiving themselves.

Of course, in terms of strength and lineup, the Sin Clan is undoubtedly superior.

"It's no use, Jun Ying'er, nobody can save you!"

The Heavenly Demon Prince extended his hand, a bloody palm print appearing and emanating with blood-colored demonic energy, exploding in all directions.

Jun Ying'er was shaken back repeatedly, and blood coughed out from her cherry-like mouth.

Looking at the blood-colored palm print that pressed down like a cage.

Even though Jun Ying'er had a resolute heart, a glimmer of despair could not be concealed in her lustrous and beautiful eyes.

She was, after all, just a girl of fourteen or fifteen.

But Fang Han, watching this scene, was struggling, unable to intervene.

He, after all, was not the world-renowned hero in Jun Ying'er's eyes.

"It's over, next, this prince will torment you well!" A perverse smile appeared on the face of the Heavenly Demon Prince.

Junying'er's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of deathly intent.

She would rather die than fall into the hands of the Heavenly Demon Prince and be subjected to endless humiliation.

It's a pity, Ying'er's wish couldn't come true. Brother, in this lifetime, Ying'er won't have the chance to return to Xiandao to see you.

Jun Ying'er closed her eyes, a single crystal teardrop silently sliding down from the corner of her eye.

At this moment, the roar of war from the surrounding heavens and earth seemed to be drawn away.

And in such absolute quiet.

At the side of Jun Ying'er's ear, a warm and indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Who do you think you are to lay a hand on my family!"

Hearing this sound, Jun Ying'er suddenly opened her beautiful eyes.

Then, she saw the most unforgettable scene of her life.

A majestic and colossal golden palm print, resembling a golden mountain, descended from the heavens!

The sky collapses, and the ten realms and eight wastelands are utterly devastated!

The golden imprint fell, like a corner of the heavens collapsing.

"Who is it!"

The Heavenly Demon Prince's hair stood on end, and he let out a terrified scream!

He didn't even have time to react.

With a deafening roar.

A golden handprint fell from the sky, slamming the Heaven Demon Prince directly into the ground!

Boom!

As if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck, the surrounding area shook violently.

On the ground, a palm-print shaped deep pit appeared, with thick cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

This sudden, descending palm strike sent the Heavenly Demon Prince crashing into the ground, his fate unknown.

Such an impact, too shocking!

Even the newly ignited battlefields were momentarily frozen.

Some saints were dumbfounded.

Across the heavens, a solitary figure clad in white, peerless and ethereal, descends from the sky!

Like a child of the gods, descendant of celestial immortals!

It is truly Jun Xiaoyao!

He was ethereal in his white robes, with black hair flowing like ink and skin smooth as jade. His whole being exuded an air of otherworldly grace and beauty, strikingly handsome beyond compare!

"Could that be...a god" Some cultivators from the Great Yin Dynasty were dumbfounded.

As for Jun Ying'er, her heart was plunged into a state of unprecedented shock and amazement!

At this moment, a figure clad in white, resembling an immortal descending from the heavens, arrives upon auspicious clouds shimmering with celestial light.

In her mind, he was so much like the legendary hero who descended from the heavens, clad in white and riding on a rainbow cloud!

No!

To say, Jun Xiaoyao at this moment, is even more extraordinary than the world-renowned hero that Jun Yinger had imagined!

Jun Xiaoyao's handsome appearance and his powerful demeanor upon his first appearance, effortlessly defeating the Heaven-Demon Prince with a single palm strike, surpassed her imagined ideal hero in every way.

Jun Ying'er's heart was instantly struck by Cupid's arrow.

She's not the kind of person who falls in love at first sight.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao, is simply perfect for all her fantasies of a young girl.

Even, too excellent!

At this moment, with Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, the entire battlefield fell silent.

"I... I didn't see wrong, did I That day, the Demon Prince, was slapped into the ground by that young master in white"

"That palm strike was terrifying, wasn't it What level of cultivation is that young master in white robes"

After a brief moment of silence, came a thunderous roar that shook the heavens.

The entire battle situation was completely disrupted by Jun Xiaoyao, falling into a brief standstill.

"Who... who is he"

On the ground, Fang Han, who was utterly embarrassed and covered in blood, looked stunned.

Then, he saw Jun Ying'er's expression, as if she were dazed and foolish, her whole being wooden.

To the expressions of astonishment, surprise, or awe on the faces of those around him, Jun Xiaoyao remained oblivious.

His gaze fell first on Jun Ying'er.

"That's right, it's her," Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

Because Jun Wanjie had been with him before, Jun Xiaoyao was still familiar with Jun Wanjie's bloodline aura.

And the young girl in front of him, wearing a light purple gauze skirt, had the same bloodline as Jun Wanjie.

...and the age also matches.

There is no doubt, this girl is Jun Wanjie's younger sister who fell into the lower realm.

However, Jun Xiaoyao also saw Jun Yinger's slightly swollen face with handprints.

He was slightly blurred, and the next moment, he appeared before Jun Ying'er.

Jun Ying'er's pretty face flushed slightly, a bit at a loss.

When she faced Fang Han and the others, she was very composed.

But facing this handsome young man in white, she was a little flustered.

My heart was beating like a rabbit.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and caressed Jun Ying'er's slightly swollen cheek.

Jun Ying'er's heartbeat quickened.

Logically speaking, if a stranger treated her like this, it would be harassment, and Jun Yinger would definitely be angry.

But now, Jun Ying'er was as obedient as a porcelain doll.

Jun Ying'er actually wanted to refuse, but Jun Xiaoyao was really too handsome!

And most importantly, Jun Ying'er could feel that Jun Xiaoyao's attitude didn't have any teasing meaning.

"Who did it" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Princess Yasha." Jun Ying'er pouted, looking a little wronged.

Jun Xiaoyao's hand gently stroked, and fairy light rippled.

In an instant, Jun Ying'er's cheeks returned to their original state, as smooth and white as jade.

Seeing this, Fang Han was simply so depressed he wanted to spit blood.

Although he and Junying hadn't established any substantial relationship, at this moment, he felt as though there was a vast green meadow above his head.

After restoring Jun Yinger's complexion, Jun Xiaoyao retracted his hand and turned to look at Princess Ye Cha.

He didn't say a word, his eyes as cold as ice, and he pressed down with one hand.

Even the Yasha Princess didn't have a chance to react before *bam*, she was...

was crushed into a paste by the golden handprint!

With a single palm strike, the Heaven Demon Prince was sent crashing into the depths of the earth, his fate unknown.

To crush the Night Demon Princess in one's hand, as if squashing an ant.

The Sovereign moves with the grace of a god, awe-inspiring all who behold him!owever, in the eyes of young monks, their resolve remains unchanged.Continue to press down on the Buddhist scriptures and seal them with the Purple Gold Bowl.He knew that even with an imperial weapon...