Legend of the Asura Emperor

At such close range, Jun Qiuyang's sudden change of move would be impossible for even the fastest cultivator to react in time and dodge quickly.

Unfortunately, he was facing Jun Han!

An old fox like Jun Han, who has lived for tens of thousands of years and never lets his guard down, must have been prepared in advance, so naturally he wouldn't fall for the trap.

"A pointless tactic!"

The instant Jun Qiuyang's longsword slashed down, Jun Han flicked his finger, and a burst of energy condensed into an energy blast, directly shattering Jun Qiuyang's attack.

Then his entire body's energy erupted, surging out like a vast ocean, fiercely suppressing Jun Qiuyang's energy!

Jun Qiuyang, who was being suppressed by Jun Han, tried his best to break free, but he was devastated to find that he was completely unable to move under the suppression of this vast Yuan Qi!

It is evident that Jun Han's cultivation has not only reached the seventh level of the Spirit Platform Realm, but his strength is definitely stronger than that of an ordinary seventh level Spirit Platform Realm cultivator!

Otherwise, it would have been absolutely impossible to suppress him so firmly!

"Since you still want to play tricks, then I won't hold back! Take this slap first!"

Jun Han's eyes narrowed, and a large amount of Yuan Qi condensed instantly into a massive palm print on his right hand, causing the entire wooden house to tremble: "Earth-level martial skill! Returning Origin Palm!"

With a soft chuckle, Jun Han unleashed a massive palm print, slamming it down.

Faced with this enormous palm print, Jun Qiuyang appeared incredibly small. Even though he desperately struggled to break free from Jun Han's suppression of Yuan Qi and unleashed a full-force slash, he was powerless against Jun Han's Guiyuan Palm!

boom!

With a loud explosion, Jun Han's Returning Origin Palm Force slammed the ground into a palm-shaped crater. In the center of the crater, Jun Qiuyang was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, and his aura was extremely weak!

With just one palm strike, Jun Qiuyang was completely and severely injured!

Even a fifth-level Spirit Platform expert was no match for Jun Han!

"Is this the strength of the seventh level of the Spirit Platform Realm...?"

Lying on the ground, Jun Qiuyang stared intently at Jun Han standing above him, uttering sounds of shock.

Clearly, Jun Han's powerful palm strike had shown him what a true powerhouse was!

If Jun Han had used such methods before, how would he have dared to offend him in the slightest?

However, there's no going back now.

From the moment he handed Jun Han over to Zhao Wuyan to be executed, he was already destined to be a dead man.

"Sage of Ten Thousand Thunders, make your move!"

Looking at the severely injured Jun Qiuyang, Jun Han showed no pity, but simply shouted coldly behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep blue light shot out from behind him.

Then, the figure of the Saint of Ten Thousand Thunders slowly appeared in front of Jun Qiuyang.

After glancing briefly at the heavily injured Jun Qiuyang lying in the crater, the Thunder Saint seemed somewhat dissatisfied: "This old man may not have any other flaws, but he's rather ugly!"

Seeing that Wan Lei Saint was still being picky, Jun Han said speechlessly, "So what if you're ugly? You don't make a living off your looks anyway! But if you really can't stand it, I'll make you a disguise."

"Fine, even if it's a bit ugly, it's still better than my current state! Let me see what kind of body Young Master Jun has found for me!"

Saint Wanlei licked his dry lips, a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Then, his figure transformed into a deep blue light once more and entered Jun Qiuyang's body directly.

Jun Qiuyang, who was severely injured by Jun Han's palm strike, was now on the verge of death and could only watch helplessly as the mysterious Wan Lei Saint entered his body at will.

He clearly sensed that after the Saint of Ten Thousand Thunders entered his body, he did not immediately harm him, but instead rushed straight into the depths of his soul.

"what!"

Just three seconds later, accompanied by a wail, Jun Qiuyang felt his soul deep within his mind suffer a fatal blow.

Finally, he couldn't even speak anymore, and the world before him turned completely black.

His cloudy eyes also began to become dull and lifeless.

Although Jun Qiuyang still has life and a heartbeat, his soul has actually been killed by Wan Lei Saint.

To be precise, Jun Qiuyang has now become a walking corpse!

"Next is the possession. With Wanlei Saint's current soul power, it will probably take about ten minutes to perfectly integrate with a body."

Seeing that Jun Qiuyang's soul was dead, Jun Han withdrew the suppression of Jun Qiuyang's vital energy and waved his hand to condense a barrier that enveloped Jun Qiuyang's body, allowing Wan Lei Saint to safely possess him.

Based on his years of experience, he calculated that it would take another ten minutes for the Saint of Ten Thousand Thunders to perfectly integrate his body, so he went straight out of the wooden house to get some fresh air.

Looking up at the bright moon in the deep night sky, and the starry sky dotted with countless stars.

As he slowly passed by, Jun Han's eyes suddenly became deep and weathered.

"For whom do we live and die? For whom do we speak lightly? When will this dream end?"

Why bother with worldly concerns, why force a smile? When will we meet again with old friends? A smile will suffice.

Ten thousand years! A full ten thousand years!

Meng'er, ten thousand years have passed, I wonder if you are still alive...

It's all my fault for not protecting you properly back then, which led to you being severely injured by those beasts from the Divine Realm and falling into the endless abyss...

But who would have thought that the Divine Realm Profound Heaven Sect and the Heavenly Dao Will, who had just ascended to the throne, would be plotting such a conspiracy?

I, Jun Han, will make them pay for this blood feud in blood!

"Ru Meng, wait for me! I'll regain my strength and come find you soon!"

Thinking of the past, Jun Han clenched his right fist tightly, ignoring the pain and bleeding caused by his fingertips digging into his palm.

He will never forget it.

Ten thousand years ago, under the same bright moon, he was besieged and killed by the gods of the divine realm in conjunction with the will of Heaven.

His beloved wife, Hua Rumeng, was also severely injured while fighting alongside him, and eventually fell into the endless abyss connecting the Divine Realm and the Azure Cloud Realm.

That was his lifelong nightmare.

He watched helplessly as his beloved disappeared completely before his eyes.

In that instant, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, shattering into utter despair.

From that moment on, he realized that even as the Heavenly Emperor, there were far too many things he was powerless to change.

Therefore, after having this opportunity for rebirth.

He made a vow in his heart that he must surpass his previous peak and obtain the strongest power in this lifetime!

He made all the gods and spirits bow down at his feet!

In this way, he can protect the people he loves!

Protect everything you love!

As he recalled this, the depth in his eyes gradually faded.

Finally, it transformed into a resolute gaze as I looked up at the entire starry sky.