Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The arrival of the Soul-Splitter Envoys from the Soul-Hunting Temple took everyone by surprise.

According to historical records, the Soul-Hunting Envoys had not appeared for a very long time.

They only appeared in each Grand Era!

Coincidentally, now was another Grand Era, and the long-dormant Soul-Hunting Envoys reappeared in the world, signifying a bloody storm about to be stirred up by them!

"So it's the envoys from the Soul-Hunting Temple. I wonder, what brings you here today?"

Ling Wuse knew that they were ill-intentioned. Once one was tainted by the existence of the Soul-Hunting Temple, they could never get rid of it. From ancient times to the present, no one was willing to provoke them.

But today, they had taken the initiative to come to their door, and they had deliberately chosen this festive day.

"We have come today for only one person."

While speaking, the six envoys of the Soul-Hunting Temple all locked their gazes on Jun Wuxie, "He is on the Soul-Hunting Temple's kill list. Today, we have come to hunt his ancient blood and soul."

The words of the Soul-Hunting Envoys were extremely cold, like the messengers of death from the Nine Nether Hells, without the slightest human emotion.

Their eyes were as black as ink, without any whites. Their hands, exposed outside their black robes, were also white and bloodless, like ghostly claws.

The six of them came to the center of the field step by step.

As they approached, all the guests present retreated one after another, maintaining a sufficient distance, for fear of being drawn into this terrifying vortex.

Ling Wuse and Nan Li Jingwei stepped forward to block Jun Wuxie, looking coldly at the six Soul-Hunting Envoys.

"Demon Lord, Madam!"

The elders of the Ling family, after some struggle, had to make a choice in their hearts.

Although the Ling family was powerful, the consequences of confronting the Soul-Hunting Temple were unimaginable!

Ling Wuse and Nan Li Jingwei firmly protected Jun Wuxie behind them, without wavering in the slightest due to the calls of those elders, making those elders sweat profusely with anxiety.

"Demon Lord Ling, are you sure you want to stand in our way? With your status, your words and actions represent the position of the Demon Race!"

The Soul-Hunting Envoy spoke coldly, the Soul-Hunting Scythe in his hand gleaming with a ghastly black light.

At this time, Jingya wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Jun Wuxie.

Just as Ling Wuse was about to respond to the Soul-Hunting Envoy, Jun Wuxie stepped out from behind them, "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, it is not appropriate for your Demon Race to participate in this matter. Since they are looking for me, then let me handle it."

"Wuxie!"

Ling Wuse and Nan Li Jingwei looked solemn. These were Soul-Hunting Envoys of the Saint Ancestor level. How could Jun Wuxie cope?

Besides, the Soul-Hunting Temple had more than just envoys of the Saint Ancestor realm. Envoys of this level were nothing in the Soul-Hunting Temple, they could only be considered middle-level.

Jun Wuxie gave them a reassuring look.

Ling Wuse and Nan Li Jingwei retreated to their daughter Ling Qingyu's side with apprehension, their brows tightly furrowed.

Their son-in-law still needed time and space to grow, but they never expected that he would face the Soul-Hunting Temple's hunt so soon.

Those guests who were targeting Jun Wuxie, who hated Jun Wuxie, and who were originally full of pent-up feelings, couldn't help but reveal gloating smiles at this time.

The envoys of the Soul-Hunting Temple had come. This Jun Wuxie was bound to die!

Who could survive being on the Soul-Hunting Temple's kill list?

His short-lived brilliance was destined to come to an end, everything would end quickly, and all the splendor was just fleeting clouds!

"You, the prey, do have some courage."

The Soul-Hunting Envoy's cold voice spread to every corner, "These years, we let you grow, let you create some brilliance, and have some splendor. You should be satisfied. Today, we will end your life."

"You rats hiding in the shadows, you like to boast the most. Like your Soul-Hunting Hall in the Lower Realm, those Soul-Hunters back then were also like this, and in the end, they were all buried in the Grand Era."

Jun Wuxie's words were plain, and his tone was not激烈, but every word and sentence was very lethal, causing the Soul-Hunting Envoys' eyes to instantly burst out with a cold black light.

Everyone present was also shocked. This Jun Wuxie was too arrogant. He actually dared to say such things in front of the Soul-Hunting Envoys. He didn't know who gave him the courage.

"Heaven is crazy with rain, and people are crazy with misfortune. This Jun Wuxie's character is destined to be a dead end!"

Someone commented like this.

"Isn't that right? This is called not being able to see the situation clearly. He's already the fish on the chopping board, but he still dares to boast. Although I sympathize with his situation, at this moment, his pretentious composure and arrogant posture are really annoying!"

The Holy Son of Azure Wood let out a sneer.

"Alas, there is a saying that one cannot live if they bring evil upon themselves. Say as much as your ability allows. Obviously, you don't have that strength, but you have to pretend to be tough. In this Holy Son's opinion, this kind of behavior is really stupid."

The Mirage Holy Son sighed, his words full of sarcasm.

"Prey! You still dare to boast when death is imminent. We are too lazy to listen to your nagging!"

Someone among the six Soul-Hunting Envoys took action. He did not use the Soul-Hunting Scythe, because their Branch Hall Master said that they should bring back a complete corpse.

So, he directly stretched out his hand, and at the moment when his palm opened, it was as if a dark sky was pressing down, and black Laws and True Energy fell, like countless black mountains suppressing down.

Ling Wuse's face showed horror, and he was about to take action, but he saw that golden talismans appeared around Jun Wuxie's body.

The power of the Talisman Dao blooming from these talismans formed a light curtain, easily resisting the black palm, making it difficult to descend even a fraction of an inch no matter how it was suppressed.

In this way, the palm stopped in the sky more than ten meters away from Jun Wuxie.

"I said, are you guys not eating?"

Jun Wuxie's words were full of ridicule, which completely angered the Soul-Hunting Envoys and shocked the people present!

That's the Talisman Dao!

So it turned out that the Great Talisman Master had left a means on him. No wonder he had such confidence to dare to talk to the Soul-Hunting Envoys of the Soul-Hunting Temple like this, tit for tat, and even taunt them.

"Do you think that the means left on you by the Talisman Master can block our hunt?"

The Soul-Hunting Envoy who had taken action waved the black Soul-Hunting Scythe.

At the moment when the scythe was waved, the world instantly fell into darkness!

Everyone saw that the scythe seemed to instantly become infinitely large, but this was just an illusion brought about by the influence of the Laws. In fact, the scythe had not changed, but the power of Laws and killing on it was very terrifying. The Laws and energy that surged out made countless people present feel their souls tremble, and their Primordial Spirits sting, as if their souls were about to be torn apart.

This was because the Soul-Hunting Temple's cultivation technique had special characteristics. During battle, they could exert great pressure on the target's soul, making it difficult for the target to exert all their combat power.

"Dang!"

A harsh metallic tremor resounded throughout the Demon Race's Holy City, and the sharp sound pierced through the sky.

In the shocked eyes of the people, the terrifying and shockingly Soul-Splitting Scythe was not able to break through the Talisman Dao barrier's defense. Instead, it was bounced back. A large piece was missing from the edge of the scythe, and cracks covered the entire scythe.

"Put some effort into it. I'm still fine. Or, you guys might as well come together."

Jun Wuxie's calm words were a huge irony to the six Soul-Hunting Envoys.

People like them almost never failed once they took action, let alone when the target was just someone who had just entered the Saint Emperor Realm. They were Saint Ancestors!

Almost instantly, the six of them took action at the same time. Black light and smoke burned on each of them. They were sublimating, and their momentum was rising wildly.

Six Soul-Hunting Scythes, blooming with the light of divine power Laws, continuously slashed at the golden barrier woven with talismans around Jun Wuxie.

Dang—

After a series of metallic tremors, all six scythes were chipped, covered with cracks, and then shattered into pieces.

The six Soul-Hunting Envoys staggered back. Under the force of the backlash, they were unable to stand firm. The arm that had wielded the scythe spasmed continuously, the tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed like a注.

"The people of the Soul-Hunting Temple are really a bit arrogant."

A deep, magnetic voice rang out in the distant sky. When everyone heard the sound and looked over, they saw that the owner of the voice had arrived here as if by teleportation.

This was a very heroic middle-aged man with silver hair scattered, his aura awe-inspiring, his aura like an abyss, unfathomable. Countless talismans floated around his body, and the pressure of the Talisman Dao covered the heavens and the earth.

"What does your Soul-Hunting Temple think of my Dawn Dynasty's Divine Prince? Do you think you can kill him as you please? A bunch of Saint Ancestors, just ant-like things."

As the silver-haired Talisman Master spoke, he directly stretched out his hand to grab.

"Go!"

The pupils of the six Soul-Hunting Envoys shrank. They did not expect that the silver-haired Talisman Master was actually secretly paying attention to Jun Wuxie!

They knew that the situation was over, and they turned around and ran!

However, they overestimated themselves. They found that the void here had already been imprisoned by the Talisman Dao, as strong as Saint Gold, and could not be torn apart.

Almost at the same time, the large hand of Talisman Dao energy covered them all at once.

As the palm closed, the six Soul-Hunting Envoys were restrained in his hand. The bones all over their bodies crackled, constantly collapsing, causing them to let out heart-rending screams.

The black clouds in the sky dissipated, restoring the clear sky for thousands of miles.

The silver-haired Talisman Master's palm vibrated slightly. The six Soul-Hunting Envoys screamed like pigs being slaughtered. The Cave Heavens in their bodies were directly shattered, their muscles and bones were completely broken, and they were completely crippled.

Then, he casually threw the six Soul-Hunting Envoys in front of Jun Wuxie.

The six of them curled up on the ground and wailed, no longer having the power they had just had.

The silver-haired Talisman Master disappeared silently at this time.

Only then did everyone recover from the shocking change, their faces full of horror!

The silver-haired Talisman Master actually did not care about the Soul-Hunting Temple at all, and directly crippled the six Soul-Hunting Envoys!

"Damn it, if it weren't for that silver-haired Talisman Master, Jun Wuxie would have been dead today. Damn it!"

The Holy Son of Azure Wood and others roared in their hearts. The scene they had hoped for did not appear.

The Soul-Hunting Envoys took action, but they were not able to kill this Jun Wuxie!

……

At this moment, Ling Wuse and the others regained their senses, their tense moods instantly relaxing as they breathed heavy sighs of relief.

Jun Wuxie stepped forward, raised his foot, and stomped on the face of a Soul Hunting Envoy, looking down at them. "Where's all that arrogance from before? Get up and show me some more!"

"You…"

The Soul Hunting Envoys were consumed by hatred, but they were helpless. Their cultivation had been crippled, their bodies wracked with pain, and they had no strength left. However, their gazes remained cold and fixed on Jun Wuxie.

"Once your name is on the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall's kill list, your fate is sealed. Even that Symbol Master won't be able to protect you. Even he will suffer the tragic fate of being hunted down!"

The Soul Hunting Envoy's voice was chilling, and a cruel, bizarre grin spread across his pale face where his mask had fallen off.

"You've got a tough mouth. I'll be waiting for you to come and die anytime!"

After speaking, Jun Wuxie crushed the heads of the six Soul Hunting Envoys, one after another, splattering red blood and white brain matter all over the ground.

This scene caused many people present to cry out in alarm.

Those were envoys from the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall, yet they were just trampled to death like that.

If it were them, even if the Soul Hunting Envoys were crippled, they wouldn't dare treat them like that, because who wouldn't be afraid of incurring the wrath of the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall?

Once targeted by the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall, it meant being haunted by nightmares, nightmares that would last a lifetime, only ceasing upon death or the annihilation of one's sect!

"Everyone, haven't seen a Soul Hunting Envoy before? Here, I'll give you some to study."

Jun Wuxie was very displeased with the way these people regarded the Soul Hunting Sacred Hall as if it were a plague, so he kicked the six corpses into the crowd, sending them flying towards the positions of the Qingmu Ancient Family, Lingyun Ancient Family, and the Illusory Mirage Marsh.

This scene caused the pupils of the three major ruling powers to contract violently, and they recoiled almost reflexively. Their terrified appearance made him laugh.

"Jun Wuxie, what is the meaning of this?"

They felt somewhat humiliated and questioned him angrily.

"Just letting you see what Soul Hunting Envoys look like. I don't know why you're reacting so strongly. Are Soul Hunting Envoys that scary? They're just corpses."

"You…"

The experts from the three major ruling powers pointed at him, but they couldn't say anything for a long time, unsure of how to refute him.