At this moment, Li Xianyao's face was pale and haggard.
Her jade-like face, marked by three scars, had lost all its color.
Even her lips were deathly white.
Most importantly, Li Xianyao's consciousness was currently dim and muddled.
Her Soul was flickering like a candle in the wind.
"Xianyao."
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed.
"This Formation is..."
Dongfang Aoyue looked at the Formation rising around Li Xianyao.
"This is a Spirit Summoning Formation, used to summon the Soul of another and make it descend upon a host body."
"Everything about the host will become nourishment, and even their Soul will vanish and perish."
Jun Xiaoyao said, his eyes turning incredibly cold.
Although he knew that Saint Li was a heartless and unfeeling figure, and had no fatherly affection for Li Xianyao, using a Spirit Summoning Formation on her was truly going too far.
One had to know that during the spirit summoning, the host would suffer immense pain, as if trapped in the eighteenth level of Hell.
It was hard to imagine the suffering Li Xianyao had endured!
"Xianyao."
Jun Xiaoyao walked in front of Li Xianyao.
Li Xianyao struggled to open her beautiful eyes and saw the figure in white before her.
A pale smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
"Xiaoyao, you're here. I knew you would come."
Li Xianyao's smile was heartbreakingly pale.
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand to stroke the three scars on Li Xianyao's cheek.
"This was... something I did myself," Li Xianyao said in a weak voice.
Jun Xiaoyao remained silent.
Dongfang Aoyue, standing to the side, was also silent.
In her eyes, which resembled black gems, a complex emotion was revealed.
"Don't say anything else. I will destroy this Formation first and save you," Jun Xiaoyao said.
Now was not the time for sentimentality.
Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to act, a burst of aura surged in.
In the Void Realm, a figure descended upon this place.
It was none other than Saint Li!
"You really are here!"
Saint Li's tone carried an extreme coldness.
Although his aura remained powerful, at a single glance, one could see that Saint Li's Emperor Body was shattered in many places, blood was flowing out, and there were remnants of blood at the corners of his mouth.
Although his entire being was still suffused with Emperor-level might, there was a faint sense of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Clearly, Saint Li had also suffered heavy injuries.
However, in his view, no matter how badly injured he was, dealing with one Jun Xiaoyao would still be easy.
"Even if the Li Clan is destroyed, I will make you go down with it!"
Saint Li's gaze was cold, and his intense killing intent even materialized into a blood-red color, spreading outward.
"Xiaoyao, run!"
Hearing this, Li Xianyao struggled to raise her voice and shouted.
Jun Xiaoyao was indeed strong, but Saint Li and he were simply not on the same level.
At this moment, Dongfang Aoyue's gaze was fixed firmly on Saint Li.
The killing intent radiating from her was not the least bit weaker than Saint Li's current killing intent.
"You are..."
Sensing the killing intent that was carved into Dongfang Aoyue's bones, Saint Li was slightly surprised.
Dongfang Aoyue said nothing, her figure flickered, and she revealed her original appearance.
Looking at that familiar face, Saint Li understood instantly.
"Heh, so it is you, that abandoned daughter."
"I didn't expect that you, who were so mediocre in talent back then, could actually make it this far."
After a slight surprise, Saint Li returned to his cold indifference.
He had said that he would not feel guilt toward anyone, and naturally, he would not feel remorse toward Dongfang Aoyue.
"Saint Li, I have always had one goal: to take your Soul and light a sky lantern in front of my mother's grave!"
Dongfang Aoyue's emotions fluctuated like never before.
Her long-standing goal and blood feud were right before her eyes; how could she remain calm?
Saint Li sneered and shook his head, saying: "Ridiculous. It seems you won't have that chance."
In Saint Li's view, no matter how much of a Prodigy Jun Xiaoyao and Dongfang Aoyue were, they were simply not on the same level as him.
It was as if no matter how strong a tiger or leopard was, it could never be a match for a True Dragon in the sky.
Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao also laughed, his smile tinged with coldness.
"Saint Li, you are truly wrong, ridiculously wrong."
"Wrong? My only mistake was not stopping you from contacting Li Xianyao directly back then."
"And a bigger mistake was not erasing you directly when you were in the Boundary Sea!"
As Saint Li spoke, he directly raised his palm and struck down.
With the posture of crushing an ant, he intended to crush and kill both Jun Xiaoyao and Dongfang Aoyue.
Jun Xiaoyao sneered.
Before he could make a move, a magnificent figure emerged behind Dongfang Aoyue, suffused with dense Emperor-level might.
That figure seemed to merge with Dongfang Aoyue's form.
Dongfang Aoyue raised her palm, and the figure raised its palm simultaneously, blocking Saint Li's strike.
"This is..."
Saint Li's expression paused!
This figure was none other than the Spirit Ancestor Emperor Body that Dongfang Aoyue had obtained earlier.
Later, she refined it day and night, turning it into her own external Incarnation.
She named it the Aoyue Emperor Body.
Relying on this Emperor Body, although Dongfang Aoyue was not yet strong enough to fight against the most powerful existences in the Emperor Realm, at least, ordinary existences in the Emperor Realm could not crush her like an ant.
Although Saint Li's cultivation was very powerful, even within the Emperor Realm, don't forget that Saint Li was currently severely injured.
In other words, Dongfang Aoyue was not without a chance.
"Xiaoyao, you save her, I will deal with Saint Li!"
Dongfang Aoyue looked at Jun Xiaoyao and said.
"Good."
Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
Destroying this Spirit Summoning Formation would indeed take some effort.
"You think you can block me by relying on external power?"
"Abandoned daughter, let me teach you a principle: what it means for the strong to live and the weak to die!"
Saint Li's gaze was cold as he raised his palm to crush down.
He could be so cold and decisive toward Li Xianyao, whom he had raised, so naturally, he would show even less mercy toward Dongfang Aoyue, with whom he only had a blood relationship but absolutely no affection.
Immediately, waves of energy erupted.
On this side, Jun Xiaoyao also made his move to break and destroy the Spirit Summoning Formation.
But just at this moment, inside the coffin behind the bronze pillars, a terrifying Soul power suddenly emerged, carrying an ancient and vicissitudinous fluctuation.
It was the power of an Emperor Realm Primordial Spirit.
"Is that the ancestor of the Li Clan? However, you should continue your long sleep."
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were cold as his Ganges Sand Level Great Perfection Primordial Spirit power poured out.
At the same time, the Three-Life Primordial Spirit shone, as if three deities were sitting cross-legged, intending to once again obliterate the Soul of the Li Clan ancestor that had descended.
If it were an Emperor Realm Primordial Spirit in its true prime, it would naturally be somewhat troublesome.
But now, the Soul of that Li Clan ancestor had only just been initially summoned and recalled.
It was as fragile as a newborn baby.
"Impossible, you cannot..."
On that side, Saint Li had just opened his mouth when his eyes narrowed.
Jun Xiaoyao's Primordial Spirit cultivation was shocking.
His Soul fluctuation directly overwhelmed the Soul of the Li Clan ancestor, and the surrounding Spirit Summoning Formation was also washed away and destroyed.
"You are courting death!"
Saint Li was furious; he never expected that Jun Xiaoyao would have such ability in the path of the Soul.
He struck out in a rage, directly blasting away Dongfang Aoyue's Emperor Body.
Dongfang Aoyue herself also had a trace of blood spill from the corner of her lips.
Although she could indeed fight against an Emperor Realm expert with the power of the Emperor Body, it was only fighting.
It was not simple to suppress and kill the severely injured Saint Li.
"Xiaoyao, be careful!"
Seeing Saint Li rushing over, Li Xianyao said with a pale face.
"Saint Li, let me let you understand what my true trump card is."
Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell.
A golden Dharma Body, standing ten thousand zhang tall, rose from the ground behind Jun Xiaoyao and towered behind him!
It was as if an ancient deity had descended into the world!
At this moment, even Saint Li's pupils suddenly constricted, and his mind was shaken like never before!