Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
If Wu Mingyue were to see this scene, she would probably find it somewhat unacceptable.
After all, in Wu Mingyue's heart, Xiao Chen was a tenacious, hardworking, and sunny youth.
But that sunny youth was now committing acts of a demon.
This was equivalent to shattering the beautiful fantasy in Wu Mingyue's heart.
However, Jun Xiaoyao did not care about Wu Mingyue's feelings.
He wanted to shatter the fantasy in Wu Mingyue's heart; otherwise, how could he control her?
Once Wu Mingyue's heart was empty, Jun Xiaoyao's figure would naturally be deeply imprinted in her mind.
"Am I being too wicked by doing this?" Jun Xiaoyao stroked his chin.
The saying that those who play tactics have dark hearts was indeed true.
Because he had already planted a mark in Wu Mingyue's Divine Palace.
So, with a thought, Jun Xiaoyao could summon Wu Mingyue.
Before long, Wu Mingyue arrived at the courtyard where Jun Xiaoyao was.
She had changed into her usual silk dress, her figure tall and graceful, with a slender waist.
Her appearance, needless to say, was exquisite, with eyes like clear water and features as beautiful as a painting, skin like solidified cream.
At this moment, the faint sorrow lingering between Wu Mingyue's graceful brows made her even more charming and pitiable.
It was likely that no man could see Wu Mingyue without being moved.
Of course, Jun Xiaoyao was an exception.
He revealed a hint of playfulness in his eyes and said indifferently, "Do you know why I called you here?"
"What?" Wu Mingyue was puzzled.
"See for yourself." Jun Xiaoyao tossed out a Jade Slip.
Various scenes and images manifested, displaying themselves before Wu Mingyue.
"What is this…" Wu Mingyue had barely finished speaking when she saw Xiao Chen in the vision, his face covered in blood, as hideous as a ghost.
Her breathing seemed to stop instantly.
Her mind went blank in an instant.
Her entire delicate body seemed to solidify inch by inch, stiffening in place.
Her beautiful eyes slowly widened with a look of terror, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.
It was a face so familiar yet so strange.
So much so that Wu Mingyue did not recover for a long time.
Jun Xiaoyao watched indifferently, his mind completely undisturbed.
"What… what is this, Jun Xiaoyao, why are you deceiving me with such a thing?" Wu Mingyue's face was deathly pale, as if it had been painted with a layer of lacquer.
She even forgot to call him Master, addressing Jun Xiaoyao by his name.
This showed how chaotic and terrified her inner world was.
How could that person be Xiao Chen?!
Jun Xiaoyao did not mind, and smiled faintly, "Divine Child would not deceive you for the sake of a mere bet."
"No… you must be lying to me, how could this person be Xiao Chen?"
"He never indiscriminately kills the innocent, unless they are truly guilty!"
Wu Mingyue shrieked in disbelief, veins popping out on her fair neck.
"Guilty people? Are those innocent villagers guilty? Are those children guilty?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.
Wu Mingyue still did not believe him.
Jun Xiaoyao had long anticipated this, and stood up, saying, "Since you don't believe it, then let's go and see."
Jun Xiaoyao had previously asked Jun Zhangjian to give him the location.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen had not gone too far.
He had practically killed his way there.
The Nine-Headed Lion leaped over, and Jun Xiaoyao, supporting Wu Mingyue's delicate body with one hand, stepped onto the Nine-Headed Lion's back together.
It kicked its hind legs, spanning the sky, moving at extreme speed.
The Nine-Headed Lion's ancestors were once mounts, so its traveling speed was naturally not slow.
...
At this moment, in a small mountain village on the outskirts of Panwu Dao Province.
A massacre was nearing its end.
Xiao Chen, covered in blood, walked towards a group of surviving elderly, weak, women, and children.
In his hand, he held several Jade Bottles.
Each Jade Bottle was filled with the essence blood of young boys and girls.
After Xiao Chen left the Imperial Capital of the Divine Dynasty, he encountered some mountain villages with few expert guardians along the way and immediately began to slaughter them.
Thus, he had already collected a considerable amount of essence blood.
"I still need a hundred more essence blood, once I collect enough, I can free that Ancient Freak and have her kill Jun Xiaoyao!"
"With the strength of an Ancient Freak, she will definitely be able to kill Jun Xiaoyao, haha, I want to see him die before my eyes, and I will dismember him, skin him alive!"
Xiao Chen's clothes were stained with blood, his hair was disheveled, his face was hideous, and he looked malevolent.
There was no trace of his former handsome and refined appearance; one would believe him to be a demon that crawled out of Hell.
"Xiao Chen, you… sigh…"
Qinglong Shangren was speechless, not knowing what to say.
If the enemy Xiao Chen provoked was not Jun Xiaoyao, then with his assistance, there would still be hope.
Unfortunately, Xiao Chen had provoked an enemy he could not handle.
"Perhaps, that Ancient Freak is Xiao Chen's last hope," Qinglong Shangren sighed inwardly.
He could not possibly assassinate Jun Xiaoyao for Xiao Chen.
Nether Heaven was a bloody example.
Even a Quasi Supreme remnant Soul like him was not enough for the Jun Family to deal with.
Moreover, now that the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom had fallen, Xiao Chen, as the Son of National Fortune, was useless.
Qinglong Shangren remained with Xiao Chen out of sentiment.
He planned to seek refuge with that Ancient Freak from the Ancestral Dragon Nest later.
Qinglong Shangren Cultivated the Azure Heavens Transforming Dragon Art, so logically, he could also be related to the Azure Dragon lineage of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
In the distance, Jun Zhangjian was observing in secret.
He also vaguely sensed that there seemed to be an extremely strong Soul fluctuation on Xiao Chen's body.
Therefore, he did not get too close, but observed from a distance.
Just then, golden light suddenly flashed in the distant sky.
The mighty and majestic Nine-Headed Lion came striding through the air.
Two figures stood upon it, precisely Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue.
Jun Xiaoyao immediately saw the blood-bathed village.
Xiao Chen stood before a group of unarmed elderly, weak, women, and children, intending to commit violence.
Beside him, Wu Mingyue trembled all over, her pupils quivering.
"Xiao Chen, it really is you!" Wu Mingyue covered her red lips with her jade hand, unable to believe it.
Hearing this voice, Xiao Chen suddenly came to his senses and saw Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue standing on the Nine-Headed Lion.
"Damn it, how did Jun Xiaoyao find this place?" Xiao Chen's face contorted hideously.
Would his last hope also be lost?
"Xiao Chen, answer me, none of this was done by you!" Wu Mingyue shouted, almost screaming.
Xiao Chen's blood-stained face was very cold, his eyes filled with indifference.
"Wu Mingyue, you hussy, you actually came with Jun Xiaoyao, do you want to see how Jun Xiaoyao humiliates me?"
Seeing Wu Mingyue arrive, Xiao Chen's hatred grew even stronger.
Because Wu Mingyue and Jun Xiaoyao stood together, like a match made in Heaven.
And what about him, Xiao Chen?
He was a bug in the mud, a filthy executioner.
Who could bear such a comparison?
Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Wu Mingyue's beautiful face paled even further, and the beautiful fantasy in her heart shattered into pieces.
Jun Xiaoyao had not lied to her.
This was Xiao Chen's true face!
A selfish, hypocritical villain!