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Chapter 331 - Chapter 331: Powerful God-Slaying Idols, Destroying Enemies

These three Puppets are the God-Slaying Puppets of the Jiang Family, each of them at the Great Saint Realm.

It is well known that the higher the Realm of a Puppet, the harder it is to manufacture.

If Saint Realm Puppets are considered rare in the Immortal Realm, then Great Saint Realm Puppets are even more incredibly scarce.

Perhaps only in Immortal Forces can a few be seen.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao obtained the rare Star-Shattering Divine Puppet in the Lower Realm.

However, that Star-Shattering Divine Puppet was only at the Saint Realm.

But these God-Slaying Puppets of the Jiang Family are two Ranks higher than the Star-Shattering Divine Puppet, reaching the Great Saint Realm.

The Jiang Family being able to entrust three God-Slaying Puppets to Jun Xiaoyao shows their Pay attention to and care for him.

"How is this possible? Three Great Saint Realm Puppets? Who exactly are you?!"

Heavenly Nether and Blood Ling, the two Saints, hurriedly retreated, speaking in shock.

Even their Fallen Feather Clan did not possess Great Saint-Grade Puppets.

Jun Xiaoyao did not reply, merely watching everything before him with indifference.

The three God-Slaying Puppets required a large consumption of immortal essence to activate. Fortunately, when the Jiang Family gave them to Jun Xiaoyao, they had already filled the God-Slaying Puppets with immortal essence.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao only needed to calmly watch the God-Slaying Puppets slaughter.

Boom!

A God-Slaying Puppet punched out, and the patterns all over its body lit up, unleashing a surge of fierce magical power.

That's right!

These God-Slaying Puppets were actually capable of wielding magical power!

This was an ability only possessed by extremely Advanced Puppets.

The Star-Shattering Divine Puppet that Jun Xiaoyao previously owned was merely strong in Physical Body strength.

Bang!

Saint Blood Ling, under the God-Slaying Puppet's Move, had almost no power to resist and was directly blasted into a mist of blood.

Saint Heavenly Nether was scared out of his wits, completely losing the dignity of a Saint.

"Do you really have to be so ruthless? The Burial Emperor of our Fallen Feather Clan will not let you off!" Saint Heavenly Nether roared.

Jun Xiaoyao remained silent, not bothering to utter another word.

There was no common language with fools.

And just as miserable as the Fallen Feather Clan Saints were the three major forces, including the Gong Ming Family.

They had arrived this time with ambitious intentions, wanting to take advantage of the chaos and carve up the Cang Family's resources.

But now, they had shot themselves in the foot.

Two God-Slaying Puppets, as if entering an uninhabited land, began a bloody massacre against the powerhouses of the three major forces.

"No, how could such a thing happen?!"

"I don't believe it, what is this child's origin?!"

The powerhouses of the three major forces roared, their terror mixed with despair.

The Gong Ming Family Head, who had previously looked so confident, was now as disheveled as a dog, fleeing in panic, his intestines twisted with regret.

But under the hunt of the God-Slaying Puppets, how could any living being escape?

That Gong Ming Family Head was blasted apart by a single punch from a God-Slaying Puppet, dying instantly.

Watching this bloody massacre, the countless Burial Soil beings observing from all over Baiwang City seemed to have had their Souls extracted, leaving only their husks standing in place.

Shock was insufficient to describe their feelings at this moment.

Jun Xiaoyao's methods had also completely exceeded their expectations.

Not only was his own strength Heaven-Defyingly powerful, he even possessed such terrifying trump cards.

Only now did they realize that it seemed no one had ever investigated Jun Xiaoyao's background.

As for the Cang Family beings, they too stood frozen in place.

Watching the three major forces being massacred, the Cang Family Head felt immense satisfaction, and the suppressed anger in his chest was finally released.

He was also shocked by Jun Xiaoyao's display.

Three Great Saint Realm Puppets, produced so casually—truly worthy of being a descendant of the Ancient Jun Family.

However, on this point, the Cang Family Head was mistaken; these God-Slaying Puppets were not given by the Jun Family.

"Hehe, little friend truly keeps his abilities hidden; it seems I was a bit nosy," the Cang Family Head chuckled, his tone even carrying a hint of flattery.

"Not at all. For the Family Head to have such intentions, it truly pleases Jun," Jun Xiaoyao looked deeply at the Cang Family Head.

How could he not know the Cang Family Head's true intentions?

It was nothing more than wanting to curry favor with the Jun Family.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't care; the Cang Family Head's willingness to help proved his courage.

"After this, your Cang Family can take over the resources and territories of these three major forces," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

"Really?" The Cang Family Head's face lit up with joy.

The resources and territories of any one of these three major forces were immeasurable in value, comparable to the Cang Family's own.

The Cang Family had effectively gained the territories and resources of three peer-Ranked forces all at once.

This was a generous reward.

Most importantly, the Cang Family had not lost a single soldier, and the Cang Family Head had not even made a Move, merely stepping forward briefly.

Worth it!

It was so damn worth it!

Watching the ecstatic Cang Family Head, Jun Xiaoyao lightly shook his head.

Jun Xiaoyao truly didn't care for the resources of these three major forces.

Treating them as charity was fine.

Moreover, he could also use the Cang Family as a chess piece planted in the Eternal Burial Ground, perhaps it could even play a small role.

Jun Xiaoyao's calculations were deeper than anyone else's.

"However, although little friend has three Great Saint Realm Puppets to handle the current situation, what if the Fallen Feather Clan's Quasi Supreme, or even the Burial Emperor, becomes enraged…?" The Cang Family Head hesitated.

Clearly, he was still worried about the Fallen Feather Clan.

If they couldn't deal with the Fallen Feather Clan, then no matter how many resources, they would be useless to the Cang Family.

"Don't worry. If the Fallen Feather Clan isn't foolish, someone should come knocking in a few days," Jun Xiaoyao revealed a meaningful smile.

Seeing this, the Cang Family Head's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao was already certain the Fallen Feather Clan would yield?

While the two were speaking, the entire world fell silent.

The three God-Slaying Puppets stood motionless in the Void Realm.

It wasn't because their immortal essence was depleted, but because there were no more targets.

The two Saints of the Fallen Feather Clan had been annihilated.

All the experts of the three major forces had also been completely slaughtered.

Even the Saint King powerhouses of the three major forces, hidden deep within the Void Realm, were annihilated by the God-Slaying Puppets.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm as he put away the God-Slaying Puppets.

In his opinion, this kind of slaughter was nothing at all.

And the entire Baiwang City, after a brief period of dead silence, erupted into an uproar.

"Heavens, today I witnessed an unprecedented major event!"

"One of the Ten Little Kings, the Fallen Feather Holy Son, has fallen! Not only that, but two Saints of the Fallen Feather Clan have also fallen!"

"What is the origin of this Human Race youth? To be able to casually summon three Great Saint Realm Puppets—even a typical Immortal Force wouldn't be so extravagant, would they?"

Jun Xiaoyao had completely overturned the perceptions of these Burial Soil beings.

It was their first time seeing someone so overbearing, completely disregarding the Fallen Feather Clan.

But what made everyone even more curious was, what would be the Fallen Feather Clan's attitude towards this matter?

After all, a Saint and two Saints had died.

Given the Fallen Feather Clan's domineering nature, it was impossible for them to swallow this insult.

All the Burial Soil beings believed that an even greater storm was likely to come!

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