The matter of Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Divine Child is becoming more intense across the entire Senluo Continent.

Everyone is anticipating this great battle.

Several days later, the Fallen Divine Child finally announced that he would engage in a showdown with Jun Xiaoyao at Black Mountain.

Like the Sea of Death, Black Mountain is a perilous place on Senluo Continent, populated with various Demon Beasts and Ancient Relic Species.

It is rumored that deep within Black Mountain, there is a bloodstained ancient battlefield.

Anyone who steps inside to engage in a showdown will not be disturbed by outside forces.

Not even a Saint can interfere with the battle.

Once the combatants enter, the ancient battlefield will not release them unless one side is completely defeated or dies.

It can be said that the Fallen Divine Child chose such a location with the determination to fight with all he has.

Though Jun Xiaoyao is strong, the Fallen Divine Child is not weak either.

If he cowers before fighting, what would be the point of the battle?

The Fallen Divine Child's move is to cut off his retreat.

Fighting with one's back against the wall brings out the greatest potential.

If the Fallen Divine Child wins this battle, the benefits he receives will be endless.

"This Fallen Divine Child does have some courage,"

said Jun Xiaoyao calmly upon hearing the news.

He knew that the Fallen Divine Child, through this move, had quashed his fears and dread, cutting off all retreat.

It's either Extreme Realm Ascension or a silent fall.

"Young Master, the Fallen Divine Child intends harm against you. Why not let me handle it?" Yi Yu suggested from the side.

Anyone with eyes can see that the Fallen Divine Child wishes to step over Jun Xiaoyao to rise to power with this battle.

No one knows what means he might employ.

Yi Yu is utterly loyal to Jun Xiaoyao, willing to take risks on his behalf.

Jun Xiaoyao gently shook his head and said, "The Fallen Divine Child's target is me; he will only fight me."

Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to that of an Immortal Influence successor, capable of contending with these young Celestial Prides of the Immortal Realm,

the Fallen Divine Child clearly wouldn't lower his status to fight Jun Xiaoyao's attendants.

"Spread the word; I, the Divine Son, will accept the challenge," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

He has been through numerous battles, both large and small, along the way.

If this Fallen Divine Child can truly offer some surprise, it would be a fortunate thing.

After all, being too invincible is quite dull.

The news that Jun Xiaoyao accepted the challenge spread like wildfire, causing the entire Senluo Continent to explode with excitement.

Cultivators from all forces headed to Black Mountain.

Many young Celestial Prides from the Immortal Realm set out, eager to witness this great battle between young Venerables of the Immortal Realm.

In no time, the previously uninhabited, desolate Black Mountain became lively beyond measure.

Flying Ancient Beasts streaked across the sky, floating airships sailed above, and on the ground, fierce beasts drew palanquins, transporting Celestial Prides and prominent figures from all factions.

In just a few days, Black Mountain was packed wall to wall with people.

Even the Demon Beasts and Ancient Relic Species were forced to retreat to the depths of Black Mountain.

After several days of waiting,

from far away came sweeping black clouds.

Nine skeletal warhorses, as white as bone, drew a palanquin across the sky.

Two figures clad in black robes flickered in the void alongside, accompanying it.

"He's here; the Fallen Divine Child is here!" An uproar arose in all directions.

This young Venerable from the Immortal Realm, descending to the Lower Realm, was immensely imposing from his very entrance.

Commanding three major forces to annihilate the War Demon Hall, his Demon's Might is boundless.

"He's not here yet? Does he expect me to wait?" The cool voice from inside the palanquin betrayed a hint of impatience.

After several hours,

a flash of golden light appeared in the far sky, as a palanquin drawn by Nine-headed Lions ascended the air.

Accompanying it were Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, East Profound Ancestor,

as well as Yan Qingying, the Hall Master of the War Demon Hall, and the War Demon Hall's cultivators.

The tragedy of the War Demon Hall originated from the Fallen Divine Child's command.

Thus, they wished to witness the Fallen Divine Child's fate firsthand.

As Jun Xiaoyao and his group arrived, the Fallen Divine Child descended from the palanquin.

His entire body was shrouded in black mist, his features obscured.

Long, gray-white hair fell down to his feet, and a pair of black and white wings emanated Yin Yang Qi from his back.

In his eyes were reflections of piles of corpses and seas of blood, terrifying beyond description.

The Fallen Divine Child emitted a cold, dark, and murderous aura upon appearing, stiflingly oppressive.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you finally came. Today, are you prepared to pay the price for your actions?" The Fallen Divine Child's voice was icy.

Jun Xiaoyao emerged from his palanquin as well.

He and the Fallen Divine Child were like two extremes in demeanor.

The Fallen Divine Child was like a Death God of Hell, exuding an aura of gloom and slaughter.

While Jun Xiaoyao, in pristine white, was enveloped by Immortal Radiance, as if an Exiled Immortal.

Many female cultivators present from the Senluo Continent were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and aura.

"The only price I, the Divine Son, might pay is wasting a bit of time," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

His words made the Fallen Divine Child's expression turn even darker.

The War Demon Hall's cultivators watched the Fallen Divine Child with intense hatred.

If it weren't for the Fallen Divine Child, the War Demon Hall would not have suffered such calamity.

Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with killing intent.

The Fallen Divine Child noticed Yan Qingying, as her aura was too unique, distinct from others.

"So it really is her?" The Fallen Divine Child mused.

He had previously suspected that the true inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique might not be Yan Fei.

Now, he could confirm that Yan Fei's sister was indeed the real inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique.

"After defeating Jun Xiaoyao, you still won't escape my grasp," the Fallen Divine Child said coldly, his voice filled with chill.

"How can a dead man still talk so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Villains die from talking too much, indeed.

"Hmph..."

The Fallen Divine Child said no more, heading straight to the depths of Black Mountain.

Jun Xiaoyao followed suit.

Before long, they reached the depths of Black Mountain, with many onlookers following closely behind.

They saw an ancient, dust-laden platform in the depths of Black Mountain.

The entire platform was stained with blood marks, as if past supreme figures had shed blood upon it.

This ancient battlefield exuded an ancient sense of time, with Dao Patterns woven through the surrounding void.

Once someone steps inside, there must be a fight to the death to bring it to an end.

Jun Xiaoyao casually, without hesitation, stepped onto the platform.

The Fallen Divine Child's eyes reflected scenes of corpse mountains and seas of blood.

Yet inwardly, he wasn't as carefree as Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, the legendary feats of Jun Xiaoyao in the Immortal Realm were known to him.

To say he didn't care at all would be a lie.

"What? Hesitant now?" Jun Xiaoyao smirked.

"You're overthinking. No one can make the Fallen Divine Child waver."

The Fallen Divine Child hesitated no longer and stepped onto the ancient battlefield.

He didn't realize that this single step might mark the distance between life and death.

One step to the Yellow Springs!

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