Jun Xiaoyao stood upon the vault of the Profound Sky Vault.
A dozen or so Seed Level Celestial Prides of the Ancient Imperial Race joined forces to control the Ancient Ninth Killing Array.
They could not inflict upon him the slightest harm, not even draw a single drop of blood.
Jun Xiaoyao simply stood there, letting the Ancient Imperial Race Celestial Prides attack with the Ninth Killing Array, yet they could not affect him in the least.
"How is this possible?"
The Golden Crow Little Saint King, the Profound Sky Vault, the Inheritor of the Nine Netherworld Ao, the Phoenix Maiden, and the others lost their composure; their expressions drastically changed, their faces as pale as paper.
In their eyes, even if Jun Xiaoyao had broken through, he should have been nothing more than an arrow at the end of its flight.
Taking a step back.
Even if Jun Xiaoyao had not been injured.
