Chapter 49: Revenge Should Not Wait Overnight: Killing a Black Cloud Clan Genius with Ease

Before long, Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian returned to where Jun Xiaoyao was staying.

"Young Master, the Clear Heart Tea has been purchased," Jun Linglong said, a hint of a smile appearing on her slightly pale, jade-like face.

"Mm, alright..." Just as Jun Xiaoyao nodded, he noticed something unusual about Jun Linglong and Jun Zhangjian.

Frowning slightly, he rose and walked toward Jun Linglong.

"Young Master?" Jun Linglong’s expression froze, feeling somewhat awkward.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and gently wiped away a faint trace of blood from the corner of her lip.

Such an intimate gesture caused Jun Linglong's face to flush crimson instantly.

"What happened?" Jun Xiaoyao asked in a calm tone.

It wasn't that he had deep feelings for Jun Linglong; rather, she was one of his people. To strike at her was to provoke him.

"I apologize, Divine Son. I failed to stop that Jun Wanjie," Jun Zhangjian said, his voice laced with guilt.

"Explain yourself," Jun Xiaoyao commanded.

Jun Zhangjian then proceeded to recount everything that had transpired.

"You're injured, yet you were still thinking about buying tea for me? Are you foolish?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

"If the Young Master wishes to drink it, Linglong must buy it."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, which seemed to carry a hint of indulgence, Jun Linglong felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

"Let's go," Jun Xiaoyao said, flicking his sleeve and placing his hands behind his back.

"Where are we going?" Jun Zhangjian asked instinctively.

"To find that Jun Wanjie, of course," Jun Xiaoyao said with a smile.

However, that smile carried a trace of coldness.

Forget "a gentleman's revenge is never too late." Forget "we are all members of the Jun family, the big picture comes first." None of that existed here!

Revenge would not wait until tomorrow. Since Jun Wanjie had taken the initiative to provoke him, Jun Xiaoyao saw no need to give him any face.

***

On the other side, at Jun Wanjie's location.

Heitu spoke with a look of dissatisfaction, "My Lord, since your strength is so immense, why didn't you go directly and suppress Jun Xiaoyao?"

Having just witnessed Jun Wanjie's domineering display of power, Heitu's admiration was at its peak. He firmly believed that Jun Wanjie could absolutely defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Wanjie shook his head slightly. "First, Jun Xiaoyao possesses the Ancient Desolate Saint Body and the Supreme Bone; his strength is not weak. If I didn't hold the advantage in age and cultivation realm, I might not have been able to deal with him."

"Second, the Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Treasury is about to open. If I waste energy on internal friction with Jun Xiaoyao, it will affect my condition, and I might even face reprimand from the clan elders."

It had to be said that having risen from the bottom of the collateral branches, Jun Wanjie was far from stupid. On the contrary, he was very shrewd. His previous move was merely intended to suppress Jun Zhangjian and Jun Linglong to slightly dampen Jun Xiaoyao's momentum. It was a measured strike, executed with perfect precision.

This way, the effect was achieved, he wouldn't be blamed by the elders, and his participation in the struggle for the Secret Treasury would remain unaffected.

"As expected, my Lord plans everything so meticulously. I didn't think of that at all," Heitu marveled.

"Furthermore, I can guarantee that Jun Xiaoyao will endure it for now. He won't dare to strike at me until at least after the Secret Treasury matters are settled," Jun Wanjie said with a cold sneer.

However, just as his voice fell, a violent tremor erupted from outside his pavilion.

"What's happening?"

In the split second Jun Wanjie was stunned, a seal descended from the sky like a falling meteor.

"It's the Human King Seal!"

Jun Wanjie's expression changed drastically as he scrambled to dodge. Heitu's face turned deathly pale as he transformed into a streak of black smoke to escape.

*Boom!*

The heavens and earth shook!

The pavilion where Jun Wanjie resided was instantly reduced to nothingness, leaving behind a massive crater with thick cracks spreading in all directions.

Such a commotion drew the gaze of countless onlookers.

"What happened? Did someone attack?"

"It looks like something happened to the Jun family's Fifth Sequence! Heavens, someone actually leveled Jun Wanjie's residence!?"

The entire South Heaven City was thrown into an uproar! One had to realize that this was the residence of the prestigious Fifth Sequence of the Jun family. Forget leveling it; even passing by required one to walk quietly.

"Look! That person... could it be the Jun family's Divine Son!" A cultivator looked up and pointed toward the sky.

Four figures stood amidst the clouds. Jun Linglong, Jun Xuehuang, and Jun Zhangjian stood slightly behind, while Jun Xiaoyao stood at the very front.

One of his hands was behind his back, while the other was in the posture of having just released a seal. Clearly, that Human King Seal had been his.

"Jun... Xiao... Yao!"

A cold shout erupted, accompanied by the spreading of billions of lightning bolts.

With a thunderous boom, a figure wreathed in lightning soared into the air—it was Jun Wanjie!

He stared fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes churning like two pools of lightning. He hadn't expected Jun Xiaoyao to be so decisive. He had just thought that Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't strike before the Secret Treasury ended, yet he was slapped in the face the very next moment.

Beside him, Heitu revealed himself, looking at Jun Xiaoyao with eyes full of terror. He had heard of Jun Xiaoyao's name before but had never seen him. This was his first time, and the impression was indelible—after all, their home had been turned to dust by a single strike.

"Jun Xiaoyao, what is the meaning of this?" Jun Wanjie suppressed his fury and spoke coldly.

"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was calm yet domineering.

Jun Linglong's heart raced uncontrollably. Many female cultivators watching nearby were also filled with excitement, wishing they could take Jun Linglong's place.

"It was merely a slight punishment; I didn't actually do anything to them. Is this all the magnanimity the Divine Son possesses?" Jun Wanjie's voice was freezing.

"Mm, you're right. My magnanimity is indeed very small. In that case..."

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly and turned his gaze toward Heitu.

Heitu's heart instantly sank into an icy abyss.

"You were the one who started the trouble, weren't you? A brainless follower like you is better off dead."

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he reached out his hand. Vast golden dharmic power erupted like a volcano, weaving together into a massive golden runic hand. As it reached out to grab, it felt as if the Five Finger Mountain were descending, exerting overwhelming pressure.

"No! How is this possible!" Heitu was terrified out of his wits. This was his first time facing Jun Xiaoyao, and he had no idea the man's power could be this formidable! It was as if he were facing a young Great Emperor.

"Enough! Stop!"

Jun Wanjie also raised his hand, weaving lightning divine light into a massive thunderous hand to intercept Jun Xiaoyao.

"If this Divine Son wishes to kill, can you stop me?" Jun Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head.

He extended his other hand, and dragon qi erupted, transforming into a golden dragon claw that collided with Jun Wanjie's technique. It was the "Dragon-Intercepting Hand," a divine ability he had extracted from Long Haotian's dragon essence.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao continued to suppress Heitu.

Gritting his teeth, Heitu once again employed the unique technique of the Black Cloud Clan, turning himself into mist. The golden runic hand smashed through the black mist, but it failed to kill him.

"Heh, so much for being the Zero Sequence. You're nothing special. If you can't even kill me, how can you compete with my Lord!"

Heitu's form coalesced again. His face was pale and he was trembling with fear, but deep down, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Jun Xiaoyao couldn't finish him off immediately.

"Are you truly brainless?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, looking at him as if he were a clown.

He raised his hand again, activating the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Strength.

A pitch-black hellish furnace descended from the heavens like a forge meant to refine gods and demons, erupting with an endless suction force.

"No! What is this!?" Heitu was terrified and hurriedly attempted to turn into mist again.

However, all the black mist was instantly sucked in and refined by the hellish furnace. From within, Heitu's shrill, agonized screams rang out.

A moment later, the screams abruptly stopped...