Chapter 111: Submission or Death

With a heavy thud, Night Owl crashed to the ground, landing flat on his face in a humiliating fall.

The sight stunned everyone present.

In an instant, all eyes converged on the suddenly appearing figure.

“It’s the Young Master! The Young Master has returned!”

As they recognized the newcomer, excitement surged through the entire Jun household.

The arrival was none other than Jun Wushuang.

“Father, I have returned!” Jun Wushuang respectfully saluted his father.

His journey to the imperial capital had lasted a full six months.

For Jun Wushuang, the greatest concern during this time had been his father’s safety.

He had traveled day and night, racing back at top speed, driven by worry for his father’s well-being.

Now, seeing his father safe and sound, he finally exhaled in relief.

“Wushuang, is it really you? Have you broken through to the Celestial Realm?” Jun Zhantian could hardly believe his ears.

Only half a year had passed!

Jun Wushuang had advanced from the Myriad Phenomena Realm to the Celestial Realm in that short span.

It was nothing short of miraculous!

Looking at himself, who had only advanced from the first to the third tier of the Divine Sea Realm, Jun Zhantian’s own progress paled in comparison—barely a tenth of his son’s achievement.

Truly, his son was a source of pride.

“Who dares strike me!”

At that moment, a furious roar erupted from Night Owl.

A surge of wild, icy rage poured forth, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble, as if Death itself had fixed its gaze upon them.

“Wushuang, leave immediately! He’s a disciple of the Black Demon Sect—you aren’t his match. Get out of here now!” Jun Zhantian’s expression darkened as he quickly shielded Jun Wushuang behind him.

Though Jun Wushuang had just sent Night Owl flying with a single slap, it had been a surprise attack.

Night Owl was a powerful Celestial Realm expert at the ninth tier—and a disciple of the Black Demon Sect.

Jun Wushuang, though advancing rapidly, was only at the first tier of the Celestial Realm.

The gap in their cultivation levels was vast.

“Father, there’s no need to worry. I will handle him,” Jun Wushuang said coolly, barely sparing Night Owl a glance.

“You must be Jun Wushuang?”

“Finally, found you without a trace, and so effortlessly!”

Hearing the father and son’s exchange and learning Jun Wushuang’s identity, Night Owl’s delight grew instead of fear.

His mission was to investigate the tomb’s secrets.

Jun Wushuang was his prime suspect.

He had no chance to search while Jun Wushuang was in the capital.

Unexpectedly, Jun Wushuang had come to him on a silver platter.

How could he possibly let such an opportunity slip away?

“He’s not Jun Wushuang! You’ve got the wrong person—if you want anything, come at me!” Jun Zhantian, desperate to protect his son, immediately spoke up and subtly signaled Jun Wushuang to withdraw.

Jun Wushuang was his son, his pride.

He would sacrifice himself before letting any harm befall Jun Wushuang.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Night Owl sneered, casting a sideways glance at Jun Zhantian, utterly unconvinced.

“Jun Wushuang, you’ve come just in time. Surrender the chance you obtained from the tomb, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, tonight will be the night both you and your father die!”

“Don’t try any tricks on me. I know more about that tomb than you do. If you dare deceive me, I’ll make your life worse than death!” Night Owl’s triangular eyes bore into Jun Wushuang, his invisible spiritual power locking onto him tightly.

“You reckless fool!” Jun Wushuang snorted coldly.

In the next instant, he stepped forward deliberately toward Night Owl.

“One step to ascend the heavens!”

Using the Demon’s Nine Heavens Step, Jun Wushuang vanished from sight.

Night Owl’s pupils shrank sharply as a strong sense of danger washed over him.

Before he could react, Jun Wushuang reappeared abruptly before him, as if teleported.

Smack!

Jun Wushuang’s hand rose, delivering a fierce slap to Night Owl’s face.

Night Owl’s taut features twisted painfully.

He howled in agony, flying backwards three or four meters, his cheek swollen and marked with a clear handprint.

“How dare you hit me? I’ll kill you and leave no trace of your bones!”

Enraged, Night Owl’s spiritual energy surged, black mist swirling around him as he sought to avenge his humiliation.

Yet Jun Wushuang’s speed was unmatched.

With the Demon’s Nine Heavens Step, his velocity reached a terrifying supersonic level, closing in before Night Owl could evade.

Smack!

Another slap from Jun Wushuang sent one of Night Owl’s teeth flying out.

“What’s wrong with hitting you?”

Smack!

“So what if you’re from the Black Demon Sect? How dare you act arrogantly before me?”

Smack!

“Who gave you the courage to bully the Jun family, to threaten my father?”

Smack!

“Do you think you can make me suffer worse than death?”

Smack!

“Want the tomb’s secrets? I’ll give them to you now!”

With every step, Jun Wushuang landed a slap, pressing Night Owl back relentlessly, leaving him dazed and swollen like a butchered pig.

The entire crowd was dumbfounded.

Jun Zhantian stood agape, frozen in disbelief.

The Jun family was utterly stunned, as if trapped in a dream.

They never imagined Jun Wushuang could be so formidable, so domineering—landing slap after slap on Night Owl until blood poured from his mouth and nose, a pitiful sight.

And Night Owl, a ninth-tier Celestial Realm expert, offered no resistance, like a dead dog beaten at will.

This was simply unbelievable!

“I will kill you!” Night Owl’s eyes blazed with fury.

Never before had he endured such humiliation, and now he unleashed his full strength to exact revenge.

“Advanced Profane Technique: Earthly Fiend Poison Palm!”

Night Owl raised his right hand, striking toward Jun Wushuang.

His palm was as black as ink, infused with deadly poison—touch it and you die, come into contact and perish.

“Bull Demon Strength Fist!”

Unfazed, Jun Wushuang threw a punch.

His fist crashed like a mountain collapsing, powerful as a bull demon.

This blow, carrying the force of a million pounds, could shatter a thousand-foot mountain.

Boom!

Night Owl’s body was weak, his strength far inferior to Jun Wushuang’s.

He was blasted backwards, coughing up blood and grievously wounded.

“Advanced Profane Technique: Toxic Tide Surge!”

Night Owl struck again, summoning the spirit energy of heaven and earth.

Black mist swirled violently, transforming into a raging tide that swept toward Jun Wushuang.

This black fog contained a dozen deadly poisons, including one that specifically corroded spiritual power.

Even Celestial Realm experts struggled to withstand it.

“Phenomenon Manifestation: Death Black Hole!”

Jun Wushuang activated his Devouring Demon Body, his phenomenon appearing.

Simultaneously, he cultivated the Devouring Heaven Demon Technique.

To everyone’s astonishment, the black mist, capable of poisoning an entire city, was swallowed whole.

“No good!”

Night Owl’s expression turned grim.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

Countless cold blades flashed forth, attacking Jun Wushuang from all directions.

These were hidden weapons.

The Black Demon Sect’s specialties were poison and hidden weapons.

Since the poison was ineffective, they resorted to secret arms.

“Life-Death Demon Armor!”

Ignoring the hidden weapons, Jun Wushuang activated his Life-Death Demon Armor, blocking them all.

At the same moment, he unleashed the Demon’s Nine Heavens Step once more, ascending in a single bound to Night Owl’s upper position.

Thud!

His foot came down like the crushing weight of Mount Tai, driving Night Owl into the ground.

Jun Wushuang looked down coldly.

“I’ll give you two choices.”

“Surrender, or die.”