194: A divine eye? A blind man? (Seventy-nine)

The voice wasn't loud, yet it spread clearly across the entire battlefield.

"For everyone to bully the few with many, it's a bit..."

"Too lacking in martial ethics."

On the battlefield, the white-clothed figure who suddenly appeared stood with his back to You Chen, not turning around.

You Chen looked at that familiar back, and his whole body froze.

That aura, that Sword Intent, that cynical tone.

It was all too familiar.

"Big Brother... Jun?"

You Chen called out tentatively.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Hearing this call, the youth in white finally turned around slowly.

The smile on his face deepened, but those eyes, which should have been clear and bright, were tightly covered by a rough strip of cloth.

"What, after all these years, you don't recognize your Big Brother Jun anymore?"

Jun Yun teased.

It really was Big Brother Jun!

You Chen's hanging heart finally settled.

He was ecstatic.

But in just an instant, he suddenly snapped out of it, and the ecstasy on his face turned into endless anxiety.

"Big Brother Jun, leave quickly! It's dangerous here!"

He urged, wanting to push Jun Yun away from this place of conflict.

The enemies before them were too many and too strong.

Even he had fallen into a desperate situation; how could Big Brother Jun, all alone, possibly handle it?

"Brotherly love, truly touching."

"Since you're here, then go on your way together!"

From the crowd, a Prodigy let out a disdainful sneer.

Seeing another "blind man" who didn't know the meaning of death, they took him for a sacrifice, their words full of mockery.

However, the Thunder King and several other truly top-tier experts did not act rashly.

They stared intently at Jun Yun, their eyes filled with vigilance and confusion.

Just now, Jun Yun had effortlessly neutralized the Thunder King's strange technique that carried the prototype of the Thunder Dao, causing a great sense of wariness to rise in their hearts.

Jun Yun seemed not to hear You Chen's urging, nor did he care about the surrounding mockery.

He simply smiled faintly, reached out, and patted You Chen's shoulder.

"Rest assured, Big Brother Jun is here."

Having said that, he turned around to face the hundreds and thousands of enemies.

Jun Yun held a long sword and pointed it from afar at the top Emperor-level expert who was shouting the loudest in the crowd.

That was an expert of the Demon Race, wreathed in overwhelming Devilish Qi, who had also comprehended a prototype of a Dao.

"You, come."

"Accept your death."

Jun Yun's voice remained calm.

"Seeking death!"

That Emperor-level expert of the Demon Race laughed out of extreme anger.

He had never suffered such humiliation, being publicly provoked by an obscure "blind man."

Boom!

He no longer suppressed himself, and his top-tier Emperor-level demonic might erupted with a bang.

His figure turned into a black stream of light, carrying a demonic sound capable of tearing the Divine Soul, appearing before Jun Yun in an instant.

A sharp claw covered in pitch-black scales went straight for Jun Yun's head.

However, facing this killing blow.

Jun Yun unhurriedly raised the long sword in his hand.

Clang!

A soft sound.

The tip of the sword pointed with incomparable precision at the center of the demonic claw's palm.

The Demon Race expert felt that the power on his claw, which was enough to pierce divine metal, vanished without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea the moment it touched the sword tip.

"What?"

He was horrified.

Before he could even react.

Jun Yun's wrist flicked.

An even more overbearing power actually came from that sword, jolting back.

That power was surprisingly the very Demonic Path Law force he had just unleashed.

Pfft!

The Demon Race expert was heavily struck; the scales on his entire arm instantly shattered, dripping with blood, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.

This scene brought all the mockery in the area to a sudden halt.

All the Prodigies showed expressions of disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

The Demon Race expert stabilized himself and, looking at his mangled arm, let out a roar of shock and anger.

Jun Yun gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Although his eyes were covered, his Minds Eye had already seen every one of the opponent's movements clearly.

He took a step forward, quickly closing in on the Demon Race expert.

The powerful Physical Body strength brought by the You Que Divine Body, combined with the exquisite Moves in the Sword Scripture.

Jun Yun launched a fierce close-quarters combat.

Every sword strike was tricky and ruthless, pointing directly at vital points.

What terrified the Demon Race expert even more was that.

Jun Yun's sword seemed to carry some sort of strange magic.

Any of his attacks, upon coming within three feet of Jun Yun's body, would be forcibly "plundered" by an invisible force, then turned to Jun Yun's own use to counter-attack.

His own strength was constantly being weakened.

While the opponent fought with increasing bravery.

Under these ebb and flow conditions, the long-famous Demon Race Emperor was actually completely suppressed by Jun Yun.

Pfft!

Another clash.

Jun Yun caught a flaw and swept his sword across.

A sword wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on the Demon Race expert's chest.

Demon blood dyed the sky red.

The whole place fell silent.

The Thunder King and the other top experts looked appalled.

An obscure blind swordsman actually possessed such terrifying combat power.

That strange Sword Dao was something they had never heard of.

Right at this moment.

Beneath the cloth covering Jun Yun's eyes, the Nine-Colored Double Pupils quietly activated.

An invisible pressure of Dao charm instantly enveloped the already mentally distraught Demon Race expert.

The Demon Race expert felt his Divine Soul stagnate, and his movements stiffened for a split second.

In a battle between masters, victory and defeat are decided in an instant.

Jun Yun did not hesitate in the slightest.

Pfft.

A massive head flew high into the air.

The headless corpse crashed to the ground.

A top-tier Emperor-level expert had fallen.

Jun Yun stood with his sword retracted, his white clothes as before.

He slowly turned around, his cloth-covered eyes "looking" toward the Thunder King and the others.

"Who's next?"

...At the distant edge of the battlefield, within an unnoticed Void Realm.

A youth dressed in simple cloth clothes stood with his arms crossed, watching everything with great interest.

He looked at the saint dao origin being fought over by the crowd and shook his head disdainfully.

"Useless for my Dao."

His gaze fell upon Jun Yun, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly as a trace of disappointment flashed by.

"I thought that as a fellow Double-Pupiled One, he could give me a bit of a surprise, but unfortunately..."

"In the end, he has not walked out his own Dao."

This youth was surprisingly also a Double-Pupiled One.

As he spoke, a faint light rose in his eyes.

It was not Jun Yun's nine-colored divine light.

But rather a deeper, more ancient color of Chaos, as if it contained the birth and destruction of the Universe.

Chaos Double Pupils.

Within the double pupils, there were no specific runes.

There was only the most fundamental "Dao," evolving, living, and dying on its own.

His Dao had long reached Major Achievement, far surpassing Jun Yun's so-called "prototype" stage.

His gaze moved away from Jun Yun and fell upon the youth in black fighting a bloody battle, You Chen.

This time, a hint of genuine approval appeared in his eyes.

"That person is quite interesting, breaking then establishing—is it the Dao of Nirvana...?"

"He has actually walked out his own Dao as well."

The cloth-clothed youth withdrew his gaze, seemingly having lost interest in this battle.

"I hope the end of the emperors road can bring me some surprises."

As his voice fell, his figure turned into nothingness and completely disappeared.