Chapter 12 If I Want to Kill You, No One Can Save You

"Jun Yanming lost?"
Seeing Jun Yanming trampled under Jun Wushuang’s foot in the arena, everyone was struck as if by lightning, unable to believe their eyes.

Who was Jun Yanming?

He was the true dragon of the Jun family, possessing the Flame Python Spirit Body, and had even broken through to the Myriad Phenomena Realm, stirring heaven and earth with his power.

Such a figure was destined for unparalleled glory in the future. Before this battle, everyone had believed he would easily crush Jun Wushuang, that loathsome insect, beneath his heel.

Yet now, the outcome was utterly contrary to all expectations.

This... this was simply inconceivable!

"Impossible! Yanming is Heaven's chosen, how can he lose?"

The one who found this hardest to accept was the Grand Elder. He had placed his hopes in Jun Yanming, tirelessly building his reputation. If Jun Yanming were defeated, would it not be a slap to his own face?

"He’s recovered—could he have encountered some great fortune?"

Ji Yuntian's expression was so dark, it seemed water might drip from it.

He had schemed for years, finally obtaining Jun Wushuang’s Battle Dragon King Body. Now, with Ji Qingchen soaring high, Jun Wushuang was but a trivial insect in his eyes, one he could crush at any moment.

But he had never imagined Jun Wushuang would rise from the ashes, restored anew.

A centipede never dies easily!

"This child is a grave threat. He must not be allowed to grow!"

A shadow fell across Ji Yuntian’s heart.

He knew the hatred burning in Jun Wushuang’s heart was fierce beyond measure. If Jun Wushuang lived, they would never know peace—he might even threaten Ji Qingchen!

At this thought, Ji Yuntian’s heart grew cold with murderous intent.

"Excellent! As expected of my son!"

Jun Zhantian’s face was radiant with joy, the weight in his heart finally lifted. He had worried for Jun Wushuang before, but now, indeed, a tiger father breeds no mongrel son!

Beside him, Lin Mengyao also breathed a sigh of relief, her delicate fists waving in excitement.

Pain!

Burning, searing pain!

Jun Yanming, trampled beneath Jun Wushuang’s foot, eyes blazing, teeth gritted in rage.

This was no mere slap in the face—it was a trampling, grinding his pride into the dust!

He had come full of confidence, yet ended up in this humiliating state.

The gazes of those around him, once ablaze with fervent worship, now filled with shock, stabbed at his heart like steel needles, fueling his hatred to madness.

"Jun Wushuang—you have utterly enraged me!"

"I swear, I will tear you limb from limb, leaving you no grave for your corpse!"

Jun Yanming’s face was red as fire, his eyes twisted with malice and madness.

Boom!

A violent aura erupted from within him, like a volcano unleashed.

"Innate Divine Ability: Myriad Demon Spirit Flame!"

Every special physique awakens an exclusive innate divine ability. Unlike martial techniques, this power belongs solely to its bearer, and it grows with them—truly terrifying.

The innate power of the Flame Python Spirit Body was Myriad Demon Spirit Flame.

Sizzle!

A crimson flame surged from Jun Yanming’s body, its terrifying heat twisting the air. The demonic aura of the Myriad Demon Spirit Flame was palpable, its temperature fearsome. It transformed into a ten-meter-long flame python, vivid and lifelike, jaws agape, lunging to devour Jun Wushuang.

It seemed intent on swallowing Jun Wushuang whole, burning him to ashes.

The crowd felt waves of scorching heat, as if their bodies were burned, pain wracking them.

"The heir has finally unleashed his innate divine power—a means unique to special physiques. Now, he will surely turn the tide!"

"No matter how strong Jun Wushuang is, with his Battle Dragon King Body ruined, he is but flesh and blood—how can he compare to the heir? Unless he too has an innate divine ability, he is doomed to lose!"

"His Battle Dragon King Body is crippled—how could he possibly have an innate power? He is certain to lose!"

The appearance of the innate divine power reignited the crowd’s hope. Their eyes brightened, anticipating Jun Yanming’s reversal, burning Jun Wushuang to dust.

"Devouring Demon Art!"

Jun Wushuang needed to devour a special physique to complete the first level of the Devouring Demon Art, so he temporarily lacked an innate power.

But the Devouring Demon Art was the nemesis of all special physiques.

"Bull Demon Stomp!"

Demonic energy surged within Jun Wushuang as he unleashed the first transformation of the Bull Demon Mighty Fist.

He struck with a fist like the ancient Bull Demon trampling mountains, shattering the world.

The ten-meter flame python was pulverized under his punch.

Simultaneously, the Devouring Demon Art activated, swallowing the shattered Myriad Demon Spirit Flame, leaving Jun Yanming no chance to reclaim it.

"I told you—I’d make your life worse than death!"

Jun Wushuang looked down at Jun Yanming with icy eyes.

Then he raised his right foot and brought it down.

Crack!

Jun Yanming’s left arm was crushed beneath his foot—bones shattered, flesh mangled.

"Ahhh—my hand!"

Jun Yanming screamed, his face turning white as a sheet. Waves of agony tore through his nerves, overwhelming him.

Jun Wushuang’s gaze remained cold, showing no mercy.

Jun Yanming and the Grand Elder had betrayed their own, rotten seeds within the Jun family that must be eradicated.

Even more so, the Grand Elder was a traitor, conspiring with the Ji family to harm him.

How could Jun Wushuang ever forget such a blood feud?

If I do not avenge this, I am not a man!

Crack!

Jun Wushuang stomped again, breaking Jun Yanming’s right arm.

He continued, crushing both of Jun Yanming’s legs.

All four limbs shattered.

Even if Jun Yanming survived, he would spend the rest of his life as a cripple, paralyzed in bed.

"Monster! You’re a monster!"

Jun Yanming’s terror reached its peak, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Monster?"

Jun Wushuang’s cold smile gleamed with murderous light.

"I am a demon—the demon who holds life and death in his hands!"

"If I allow you to live, you live. If I decree your death, you must die!"

"But if I do not let you die, then you will live—worse than death!"

Swish!

Jun Wushuang raised his foot once more, stomping down fiercely.

With one blow, Jun Yanming’s dantian was crushed.

Jun Yanming curled on the ground like a shrimp, sweat and blood mingling in a shocking display.

The agony nearly caused him to lose consciousness.

Limbs shattered, dantian destroyed.

This was truly a fate worse than death!

No longer would the Jun family have their true dragon, Jun Yanming; only a cripple, limbs broken, dantian ruined.

Such a Jun Yanming was beneath even a worthless wretch.

Ruthless!

Dominant!

Decisive!

This scene shook all present.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a furious roar sounded. The Grand Elder rushed in from afar.

Hearing his voice, the curled Jun Yanming was instantly revitalized, crying out desperately.

"Grandfather, save me!"

Jun Yanming did not want to die.

He still had a bright future, glory ahead—how could he die here?

But Jun Wushuang had no intention of sparing him.

"If I wish to kill you, no one can save you!"

With that, he kicked out.

Jun Yanming’s throat was broken instantly, ending his life in a single blow.