Just as Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Divine Child simultaneously stepped onto the ancient battlefield.
Countless Dao patterns emerged in the void around the ancient battlefield, like a woven net, imprisoning the surrounding space.
No one from the outside could disturb them.
Even a Saint Powerhouse could not intervene in the battle.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you have only defeated a few Celestial Prides. Do you really think you're invincible among the young generation of the Immortal Realm, more powerful than you..."
The Fallen Divine Child spoke, but before he finished, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and struck towards the Fallen Divine Child.
"Sorry, I, the Divine Son, don't have the habit of talking much to the dead."
Jun Xiaoyao's fist light was world-shattering. As his fist struck out, shadows filled the surrounding space with cracks.
The Fallen Divine Child's expression changed, and black aura spread around him.
