147: A divine eye? A blind man? (Thirty-two)

Jun Wuhuan lurked in Youdu.

He lurked in the shadows, patiently waiting for an opportunity.

Time passed day by day.

One month.

Three months.

Half a year.

He went from initial full confidence to later anxiety, and now to near abandonment.

You Chen's protection of Jun Yun had reached an appalling level.

He could not find any opportunity.

Was it really necessary to watch the Great Jun Divine Dynasty fall in despair like this?

Jun Wuhuan's heart sank to the bottom bit by bit.

Just when he was about to give up, feeling disheartened.

The opportunity came.

That day was You Chen's birthday.

The young Divine Lord who had long stayed on the front lines finally returned.

The entire imperial palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, hosting a grand banquet for the officials.

The security around Jingxin Hall consequently showed a moment of slackness.

Jun Wuhuan's eyes, which had been dormant for a long time, instantly lit up.

He saw.

A white figure, alone, slowly walked out of Jingxin Hall.

Walking into the bamboo forest behind, where few people set foot.

It was Jun Yun.

He actually came out.

Jun Wuhuan's heart began to beat violently.

Was it a trap?

He did not know.

But he knew this might be his only chance.

He suppressed the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, silently unsealing the Seal on his Dantian.

The powerful aura of the Grotto-Heaven Realm awakened with a roar.

He did not waste any time.

His figure flashed, spanning the distance of space.

Carrying resolute killing intent.

A giant palm formed by majestic spiritual power tore through the air, carrying the momentum to crush everything, and slapped down towards the white shadow in the bamboo forest.

This palm was enough to turn the entire bamboo forest, along with everything within it, into dust.

In the bamboo forest.

Jun Yun slowly turned around.

His pair of Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil "looked" at the astonishingly powerful giant palm.

There was not a trace of surprise on his face.

His Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil had long seen through the identity of the person who came.

"Jun Wuhuan."

He calmly spat out three words.

The next moment.

He moved.

Clang!

A sword cry, clear and resonant like a Dragon's roar.

A sword light lit up from his hand, piercing the night sky.

A sword momentum that was pure to the extreme.

Sharp, resolute.

Facing the giant palm that covered the sky and sun, he slashed out with a sword.

Boom!

The sword light and the giant palm collided with a roar.

The entire bamboo forest turned into nothingness in an instant.

A figure flew out from the center of the explosion, carving a long trench on the ground.

It was Jun Yun.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler.

Middle Stage of the Three Origins Realm.

Against the Grotto-Heaven Realm.

The gap between them was huge.

"You actually blocked it?"

Jun Wuhuan's figure appeared in mid-air.

He looked at Jun Yun below, who had only spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock.

His attack, fueled by rage, would not be dared to be taken head-on even by someone of the same Grotto-Heaven Realm.

This ant of the Three Origins Realm had only suffered a minor injury?

The killing intent in his heart boiled even more.

This child must not be left alive!

"Little beast, you will definitely die today!"

Jun Wuhuan roared, and the power of the Grotto-Heaven Realm was fully unleashed.

A small world, with him as the center, formed instantly.

Space was imprisoned, and Law was twisted.

Huge pressure crushed towards Jun Yun from all directions.

Jun Yun felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, making it extremely difficult to even move a finger.

But he was not flustered.

In his eyes, pitch-black light flowed.

Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil, operating at full power.

In his field of vision.

Jun Wuhuan's seemingly perfect Grotto-Heaven Domain had cracks and flaws invisible to the naked eye.

Those were the nodes of power operation and the gaps where Law intertwined.

Just now.

Jun Yun's figure turned into an afterimage.

Amidst that terrifying pressure, he moved through at an incredible angle, dangerously close to being hit.

Moving through powerful pressure, yet his movements were incredibly precise.

Every movement precisely stepped on the weak points of the Domain.

"What?"

Jun Wuhuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

His proud Grotto-Heaven Domain couldn't trap him?

Jun Yun did not give him a chance to continue thinking.

The You Que Divine Body within him began to roar.

"Dark Sparrow Swallows the Sky."

A dark golden vortex appeared in his palm, carrying an overbearing devouring power, meeting Jun Wuhuan.

"Petty trick!"

Jun Wuhuan snorted coldly.

How vast was the power of the Grotto-Heaven Realm.

He just waved his hand, and the majestic spiritual power easily tore the dark golden vortex to shreds.

But it was this momentary delay.

Jun Yun's sword had already arrived.

Still that pure sword momentum.

Fast.

Fast to the extreme.

Jun Wuhuan only felt his eyes blur, and a cold edge was already close to his throat.

He was terrified, his body instinctively leaning back.

Chila.

A wisp of blood splashed from his neck.

He was injured.

Injured by an ant of the Three Origins Realm.

Boundless anger and shame surged into Jun Wuhuan's heart.

"I want you to die!"

He was completely serious.

Cracks in space appeared around Jun Yun.

Jun Yun's figure, amidst the violent attacks, could be swallowed at any time.

He pushed the Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil and You Que Divine Body to the limit.

Constantly dodging, constantly blocking.

The wounds on his body became more and more numerous.

His white clothes had long been stained red with blood.

The spiritual power in his body was also depleting rapidly.

He gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"It's over!"

Jun Wuhuan seized a flaw.

His figure appeared silently behind Jun Yun.

He slapped out with his palm.

Under this palm, space collapsed layer by layer.

Nowhere to retreat.

Nowhere to avoid.

This was a killing blow.

A hideous smile appeared on Jun Wuhuan's face.

However.

Facing this killing blow, Jun Yun's face remained calm.

He only made a tiny movement.

An inconspicuous Medicinal Pill was put into his mouth.

The Medicinal Pill entered his abdomen.

Boom!

A power, violent to the point of being astonishing, exploded within his body.

His cultivation Bottleneck at the Middle Stage of the Three Origins Realm was instantly broken through.

A powerful aura, far beyond Jun Wuhuan's imagination, soared into the sky from Jun Yun.

The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The spiritual power that was about to be exhausted turned into a rushing river.

Jun Yun slowly turned around.

Those pitch-black eyes coldly "stared" at Jun Wuhuan.

That gaze was like looking at a dead person.

"This... this is impossible!"

The smile on Jun Wuhuan's face froze.

Guiyi Realm.

This little beast actually possessed the cultivation of the Guiyi Realm in an instant?

"Twenty years."

Jun Yun spoke, his voice cold, without any emotion.

"I have waited for you for a long time."

As the words fell.

Jun Yun's figure disappeared.

Too fast.

He couldn't even capture Jun Yun's movements.

A sword light.

Lit up from an angle he couldn't understand at all.

Chi.

Jun Wuhuan's arm holding the weapon was severed at the shoulder.

Severe pain made him let out a shrill scream.

But before he could react.

The second sword light.

His other arm flew out.

The third, the fourth.

His legs were severed at the root.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic Grotto-Heaven Realm expert had turned into a bloody human stick.

Jun Yun's figure slowly condensed in front of him.

He looked down from above, overlooking Jun Wuhuan, who was rolling and wailing on the ground.

"Now."

"Do you still think you can kill me?"

Jun Wuhuan's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't have come.

This monster was simply not someone he could contend with.

"Good grandson... please, spare me..."

He pleaded hoarsely.

Jun Yun shook his head.

"Spare you?"

"Hehe."

"Did anyone ever think of sparing me and my mother back then?"

As his words finished, the pitch-black light in his eyes flared up.

Heavenly Desolation Divine Pupil, looking directly at Jun Wuhuan's Soul.

Scenes of illusions emerged in Jun Wuhuan's mind.

That was the scene of the fall of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty.

The imperial capital was breached, the ancestral temple was burned, and the Jun royal family was slaughtered.

And the root of all this was because of his stupidity and jealousy back then.

"No... no!"

Jun Wuhuan let out his final roar in endless regret.

Jun Yun's sword moved.

A blood line appeared on Jun Wuhuan's forehead.

The luster in his eyes quickly dimmed.

This once prominent Divine Crown Prince of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty, this narrow-minded Grotto-Heaven Realm expert.

Finally died with hatred here.

Jun Yun sheathed his sword.

The vast power of the Guiyi Realm quickly receded.

A huge sense of weakness swept over him.

He could even feel his cultivation regressing.

But there was no expression on his face.

He just quietly looked at Jun Wuhuan's corpse.

In the distance, several powerful auras were approaching at an astonishing speed.

The leader was none other than You Chen.

The sky of the Northern Plains was about to change.

The last trace of Luck of the Great Jun Divine Dynasty, with the death of Jun Wuhuan, was completely severed.