"How could that celestial slave ignore the scorn and ridicule of others, and with his own might, strike fear into countless geniuses?"

Liu Liu watched Yang Yang going hysterical, snarling like a wild dog. Then she turned her gaze to Yun Xiao, graceful in demeanor, treating killing as an art.

She couldn't fathom it. Both were celestial slaves; why was there such a vast chasm between them?

Even though the youth in white was incomplete, she couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

"One man, challenging so many geniuses of the Heavenly Deity Stellar River. Even if he's a celestial slave, he's a legend..."

At that moment, many shared Liu Liu's thoughts. Frenzied, people fled the scene. Yet as they glanced back at the youth who killed with every step, awe welled up uncontrollably within them.

The first prerequisite of awe was respect!

Awe and fear were worlds apart.

Their feelings toward Yun Xiao had shifted. No longer did they look upon him with contempt or fear; instead, deep reverence took root. They couldn't imagine what kind of spirit this was.

Offering Personal Pledges was often mere coercion, but what truly conquered others was unparalleled strength and unshakeable courage. This kind of personal charisma could rival the intimidating power of the super sects behind the Dragon Devil Clan and the Elysian Immortal Palace.

Long Hao and his cohort rallied so many to their cause by leveraging the might of their backgrounds.

"He's not even worn out yet!"

"Those disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace can't lay a finger on him!"

Sure enough, when most of the Heavenly Monarch sect disciples fled and ceased to encircle Yun Xiao, the core disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace bore the brunt. Yun Xiao charged at them up close.

Among them, Long Zhaochuan and Yun Hengyu, who had been barking orders, found themselves locked in the gaze of those cold, eerie eyes.

"Young Dragon Lord!" A chill ran down Long Zhaochuan's spine as he cried out in terror.

In that moment, the youth before him soared with his Sovereign Sword, blood spraying around. Yet, he glided effortlessly while holding an umbrella. The look in his eyes—a mix of disdain, crushing dominance, and nonchalance—made even a genius like Long Zhaochuan feel his soul flee in fright.

SLASH! SLASH!

"Long Zhaochuan and Yun Hengyu have been slain!"

"He single-handedly slaughtered over 300 geniuses!"

"One man did this, one man! It was just him alone!"

Watching the disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace being massacred, recalling their earlier jeers and mockery toward this celestial slave, and contrasting it with their current terror and panicked flight, many stood as mere spectators, their hearts a whirl of mixed emotions.

They had saved their own lives, and those they cared about were unharmed. Most weren't inclined to feel sorrow. What they felt toward the events unfolding before them was shock, awe, and utter bewilderment.

"This celestial slave is invincible!"

"Incredible! Though not a man, he displayed the spirit of an unrivaled hero beneath the heavens!"

"Even so, he's not a Boundless Immortal. He must be nearing exhaustion. Those Young Dragon Lords are extremely clever and cautious. Now that he's worn down to this extent, aren't they going to make their move?"

While the Alliance Army's geniuses were filled with profound awe toward Yun Xiao, they couldn't help but look for his opponents.

But there was no need to search any longer. As Yun Xiao slaughtered large swaths of geniuses, sending everyone fleeing in panic, the true leaders of the Alliance Army—the most exalted young figures in the entire Heavenly Deity Stellar River—descended directly before him.

Did they appear now to mend the pen after the sheep had been lost, or, as others said, to first use cannon fodder to wear him down before making a grand entrance?

Surely, the geniuses present all knew the answer in their hearts.

"Prepare to die!"

A majestic dragon's roar, like the clash of bells and drums, resounded above Yun Xiao's head.

He bent his body with ease, stepping off his Sovereign Sword. Separating from his blade, he effortlessly dodged a golden dragon-shaped sword beam. How graceful was his movement?

Like a skier reaching the finish line, pressing down on his skis to leap—the six-foot Sovereign Sword bounced and spun in the air, sketching an azure arc. The youth in white casually grasped it, and it became a three-foot azure blade.

In his other hand, he held a violet umbrella.

White robes, azure sword, and violet umbrella… his long hair fluttered as he turned amidst 1,000 troops, gazing calmly ahead.

Before him, three figures descended.

In the center stood a man clad in golden dragon robes. Two large golden horns towered high; his nose was sharp like a sword's edge. Standing ten feet tall like a humanoid dragon, his eyes blazed with fire. He was none other than the Young Dragon Lord of the Golden Dragons—Long Hao.

To his left was a blood-haired youth as tall as Long Hao, slender, sinister, and exuding a demonic aura.

This was naturally another Young Dragon Lord, of the Blood Dragons—Long Kun.

To Long Hao's right stood someone about the same height as Yun Xiao. Yet his aura was in no way inferior to the two Young Dragon Lords. One could sense he possessed a Martial Immortal physique similar to that of the Sea Lineage Martial Immortals from the Extreme Yin Celestial Realm—like Wan Ji and her daughters. However, unlike theirs, his Martial Immortal physique was not the yin attribute; it emphasized grandeur, weight, and vastness.

At the same time, this blue-robed youth also possessed exquisite soul power. If nothing unexpected, he was also an Anima Immortal.

Dual cultivation of Martial and Anima Arts—that was truly rare, marking him as a special talent. No wonder this Zhao Canglan could rise all the way, becoming the protagonist-like legend of the Elysian Immortal Palace.

"Long Hao, Long Kun, and Zhao Canglan!

These three were the mightiest geniuses in the Heavenly Deity Stellar River region of the Grand Assembly Arena, all ranked within the top ten—perhaps even the top five—in combat prowess.

Before the age of 50, they had reached the Fifth Baptism Realm, rivaling elders who were over 100 years old. Their destinies surely lay in the Eighth Baptism Realm... perhaps even ascending to become Boundless Immortals.

Now, witnessing Yun Xiao's ruthless massacre, the mockery in Long Kun and Zhao Canglan's eyes had vanished, replaced by fierce killing intent.

As for Long Hao, recalling that humiliating disgrace, his fury burned even hotter. He had initially held back, sending cannon fodder to wear down Yun Xiao. Only when the fodder fled and their core disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace were slain did they feel compelled to act.

They rushed forth, determined to turn the tide.

Now, after Yun Xiao's slaughter, he faced these three Fifth Baptism Realm opponents head-on. In everyone's minds, the pressure on him was immense.

Yet, confronting their wrath, killing intent, and cold severity, Yun Xiao merely raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Just you three? Where are your women? Don't hide them—are they afraid I'll have some fun?"

"Ha!" The blood-haired Long Kun couldn't help but laugh, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Please, tell me—how can a castrated dog like you have any fun? What tricks can you possibly pull off? If you're just looking to get a feel, you'd better rest. It only highlights how pitiful and pathetic your life is—you can't humiliate anyone."

"Are you serious?" Yun Xiao replied coldly. "I have a certain flaw; I can't resist when someone provokes me. If you insist on pushing me, I have no principles or bottom line."

Long Kun chuckled. "Really? Then I eagerly await your bottom line. As they say, the more someone lacks, the more they care. You don't have that thing, yet you keep fixating on women. Don't you realize how pathetic you are?"

"Enough!" Long Hao snarled, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Yun Xiao. How could he hold back any longer?

Besides, he knew that now was likely when Yun Xiao was most exhausted. After finally wearing him down, how could he give him a chance to catch his breath?

"Kill him!"

Like Long Hao, another person was equally anxious. It was the Young Dragon Consort, Shen Nanyin, surrounded and protected by the disciples of the Dragon Devil Clan and Elysian Immortal Palace in the distance.

Seeing Yun Xiao—the fiend haunting her heart—slaughter once again, Shen Nanyin turned pale with fright. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, even convulsed, as if the disgraceful humiliation of the past were replaying, leaving her gasping for breath.

At this moment, her face was ashen, her breathing labored. Pointing at Yun Xiao, she shouted angrily, "Husband, quickly slay this worthless eunuch dog! Tear him to pieces!"

Beside her, the blood-haired Shi Feifei didn't seem anxious at all. Rolling her eyes, she supported Shen Nanyin and said, "Nanyin, don't worry. Let them toy with that eunuch to the death; killing him outright would be too boring."

Shen Nanyin's heart pounded; she couldn't find words, her gaze fixed on Yun Xiao, eyes filled with murderous intent and humiliation.

"In terms of character, this celestial slave must have some defect, which is why his personality is so twisted. He's an exceptionally dangerous individual and absolutely cannot be left alive... However, it's undeniable that his combat prowess is truly astonishing."

These words came from the number one beauty, Yun Lingchen, beside them. This little fairy, like a white rabbit, gazed at Yun Xiao with a slightly peculiar expression.

She had intended to join the battle, but Zhao Canglan had strongly urged her to watch from the sidelines, lest the eunuch's dirty blood stain her. After some thought, she decided not to go.

"No matter how astonishing he is, it's useless. Now that his tribulation power is exhausted, the longer it drags on, the more it shows he's at the end of his rope. Those three great men are all extraordinary talents with rich bloodlines; taking down this fiendish eunuch dog will be all too easy." Shi Feifei crossed her arms, her face full of disdain.

Only she dared to show contempt for Yun Xiao, which showed her strong confidence in her husband, Long Kun.

Men of the Dragon Devil Clan were stalwart and exceptional, serving as paragons among all men.

"Yes, compared to them, this celestial slave is so disgusting, despicable, lewd..." Shen Nanyin babbled on, as if poisoned, her hands clenched tightly, still anxious.

"Why do I feel that, in terms of looks, he's quite handsome..." Yun Lingchen said softly.

"Lingchen," Shi Feifei chuckled, leaning close to her ear and saying coyly, "You're still young and don't quite understand. No matter how handsome a man is, if he's missing that part, he's useless—a waste—not interesting at all."

"Really?" Yun Lingchen bit her lip.

"By the way, you and that handsome Zhao Canglan..." Shi Feifei waggled her eyebrows, giggling.

"No, our relationship isn't like that!" Yun Lingchen quickly waved her hands. "We're just friends; don't say such things."

"I understand, I understand. After all, your status is higher than his; of course, you'd wait until after marriage." Shi Feifei smiled slyly, then winked. "But a talented man and a beautiful woman—a golden couple—envied by all. Perhaps after this Grand Assembly of Myriad Sects, your wedding will be soon..."

Before Shi Feifei could finish, Yun Lingchen seemed unwilling to discuss this topic. Instead, her eyes sharpened as she pointed toward the battlefield. "They've started fighting—he's taking on all three at once..."

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