Chapter 10

Previously, Jun Zhangjian had vaguely heard the elders of his lineage say that Jun Xiaoyao was an Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

At that time, Jun Zhangjian had been somewhat skeptical.

Not to mention that the Ancient Huanggu Shengti had almost gone extinct in the Recent Ancient Era; even if one occasionally appeared, they would soon fade into obscurity among the masses.

This was because, since the Recent Ancient Era, the environment of heaven and earth had not been suitable for the cultivation of the Ancient Huanggu Shengti, and ten shackles had even descended from the heavens to imprison its cultivation.

If Jun Xiaoyao were truly an Ancient Huanggu Shengti, he would be nothing more than a tasteless, useless physique.

One might ask, would the Eighteenth Ancestor value a useless physique?

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian had always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might possess some kind of physique similar to the Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao lift his hand with surging golden magic power, it truly resembled the Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

This was because the Ancient Huanggu Shengti was born with a golden Spirit Sea, and even its blood was golden Sacred Blood.

"Could it be that cousin Xiaoyao is truly the legendary Ancient Huanggu Shengti?" Jun Zhangjian could not help but ask.

"That's right." Jun Xiaoyao nodded indifferently.

This was not a secret to begin with, and he had no intention of hiding it.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao confirm it himself, Jun Zhangjian's pupils shook, and Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground, felt her heart tremble as well.

"It really is the Ancient Huanggu Shengti. Since that's the case, why would Jun Zhangjian still be wary of a tasteless, useless physique..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, deep resentment hidden in the depths of her eyes.

She could not forget the humiliation of today.

"Since that is the case, I shall take my leave first." Jun Zhangjian bowed slightly.

Having been cut for a large piece of flesh, Jun Zhangjian no longer wanted to stay here.

"Wait..." Jun Xiaoyao said suddenly.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, you..." Jun Zhangjian's mouth twitched faintly.

Could it be that this cousin was so greedy that he wanted to swallow an elephant?

"Ahem... Cousin Zhangjian, you've misunderstood. I just saw that you were skilled and wanted to spar with you," Jun Xiaoyao said with a dry cough.

Jun Zhangjian's eyes revealed a strange look, and he shook his head with a slight smile: "Cousin Xiaoyao, you are still young, there is no need for this. Let us spar again when you have grown up in the future."

Jun Xiaoyao was only three years old, while Jun Zhangjian was already thirteen or fourteen.

If he were to injure Jun Xiaoyao, he would not be able to bear the Eighteenth Ancestor's wrath at all.

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian refused directly.

"It is just a spar, I hope cousin will not refuse," Jun Xiaoyao insisted.

"Sigh, since that is the case, very well. But I hope cousin will act according to your ability." Jun Zhangjian wore a calm and indifferent expression.

In terms of status and position, he was indeed no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

But in terms of cultivation realm, he could definitely crush Jun Xiaoyao.

A moment later, they arrived at an open space outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

At this time, a group of Jun clan members who were watching the excitement had already gathered outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, craning their necks, wanting to know the outcome of the matter.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian walk out, looking as if they were about to fight, their faces were filled with astonishment.

"What is going on? Wasn't it said they were coming to offer an apology? Why are they fighting?"

"No, looking at the appearance of the Divine Child Xiaoyao, they shouldn't have had a conflict; it's just a spar." Some sharp-eyed people realized.

Expressions of interest appeared in their eyes.

The spar between these two was very worth watching.

One was a Divine Child who had been surrounded by countless auras since childhood, and the other was the long-famous Tenth Sequence.

Although, hindered by age and cultivation, no one believed Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian, they were still placing bets.

"How many moves do you think Divine Child Xiaoyao can last in Jun Zhangjian's hands?"

"I guess three moves."

"No, he can last at least ten moves."

Hearing the words of those people, the corners of Jun Zhangjian's mouth curled up involuntarily.

Although handing over a Yuan Tian Supreme Order made his heart drip blood, now, it seemed he could show off a bit.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, be careful!"

After Jun Zhangjian said this, the aura of the Fifth Layer of the Divine Palace surged out.

He did not use any martial arts moves, but directly pointed his fingers together like a sword, pointing at Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao was also simple and straightforward; he clenched his five fingers into a fist and struck out.

One thousand Giant Elephant Particles in his body awakened, adding ten million jin of terrifying divine power.

As this punch was thrown, the void seemed to distort, and a huge air cannon surged out with a boom!

Feeling this power, Jun Zhangjian's expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly tried to withdraw his hand, but it was still too late to avoid it.

Boom!

A loud noise rang out, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones. Jun Zhangjian's figure was smashed away like a cannonball, and the bones in his fingers were shattered.

This scene left all the Jun clan members watching the excitement stunned.

What exactly happened?

Lan Qingya, who had followed him out, also had her expression frozen.

Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes shone with brilliance; she had indeed not followed the wrong person.

"Ahem..." Jun Zhangjian was covered in dust, his finger bones shattered, and deep in his eyes lay hidden horror.

That terrifying divine power made even him feel lingering fear.

And Jun Xiaoyao himself was also very surprised.

Wasn't Jun Zhangjian the Tenth Sequence of the Jun clan? Shouldn't he be very powerful?

Just this? Just this?

Jun Xiaoyao's expression darkened slightly as he said: "Cousin Zhangjian, you cannot be so humble just because I am young. This is an insult to me."

After saying this, Jun Xiaoyao took the initiative to attack.

Jun Zhangjian's expression changed, and at the same time, his heart was bitter.

He swore to the heavens that he had absolutely not been humble.

However, not only Jun Xiaoyao, but even those gossiping Jun clan members were discussing it, all believing that Jun Zhangjian had been humble.

"Nine Swords of the Rising Sun!"

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao attacking again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to use his full strength.

He slashed out nine sword lights in succession, tearing through the air with powerful fluctuations that were heart-stopping.

"Underworld God Protection!"

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive ultimate technique within the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force.

Instantly, it seemed as if an Underworld God phantom manifested, shrouding his entire body within it.

The nine sword lights collided with the Underworld God phantom and were directly shattered into countless points of light.

Jun Xiaoyao rushed out again, a pair of pitch-black wings manifesting behind his back—the Devil's Wings.

His speed surged instantly, and he flashed directly in front of Jun Zhangjian.

"Spear of the Underworld God!"

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grabbed; endless divine energy surged, turning into a purple-black long spear burning with pitch-black underworld flames, as if it could pierce through all things in the world.

"Purple Emperor Sword Art!"

In his haste, Jun Zhangjian unleashed his trump card sword art, and a purple sword shadow slashed across the sky.

Boom!

A great collision erupted, but the outcome was that the Spear of the Underworld God, augmented with ten million jin of force, directly broke through the purple sword shadow and then fell toward Jun Zhangjian without losing momentum.

Jun Zhangjian hurriedly summoned the long sword from behind his back, blocking horizontally.

Bang!

With a loud collision, the long sword in Jun Zhangjian's hand was knocked away, and his entire person was thrown into the air, crashing into a wall on the side.

Those Jun clan members who came to watch the excitement had their eyeballs almost popping out, their eyes filled with shock.

This was only three moves back and forth, right?

The Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, was actually beaten to the ground?

Even if he were being humble, it would be impossible to be humble to this extent.

At this point, even Jun Xiaoyao realized what was happening.

So Jun Zhangjian hadn't been humble; it was just that he was too strong.

Thinking that he had misunderstood Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head secretly, feeling very self-reproachful.

He walked up to the dusty Jun Zhangjian and said with full apology: "Sorry, Cousin Zhangjian, I misunderstood you. I thought you were being humble, I didn't expect that you were truly doing your best..."

Hearing this, the blood Jun Zhangjian had just swallowed almost came back up.

There were words in his heart he didn't know if he should say!