Chapter 10

Previously, Jun Zhangjian had faintly heard from an elder of his lineage that Jun Xiaoyao was a Primordial Holy Body.

At that time, Jun Zhangjian had still harbored some doubt.

Not only had the Primordial Holy Body nearly vanished in recent ages, but even if one occasionally appeared, they quickly faded into obscurity.

Since recent ages, the celestial environment had been unsuitable for cultivating the Primordial Holy Body, and heaven itself had imposed ten chains to seal its cultivation.

If Jun Xiaoyao truly was a Primordial Holy Body, it would be like possessing a useless, mediocre physique.

Would the Eighteen Ancestors care for a useless physique?

Thus, Jun Zhangjian had always believed Jun Xiaoyao might possess some physique similar to the Primordial Holy Body.

But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand and unleash surging golden magic power, it truly resembled the Primordial Holy Body.

Because the Primordial Holy Body is born with a golden spiritual sea, and even its blood is golden sacred blood.

“Could it be that Young Master Xiaoyao is truly the legendary Primordial Holy Body?” Jun Zhangjian could not help asking.

“Correct.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded calmly.

This was no secret, and he had no intention of concealing it.

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s confirmation, Jun Zhangjian’s gaze trembled, and Lan Qingya, kneeling on the ground, also felt a shock within her heart.

“It’s truly the Primordial Holy Body—then why would Jun Zhangjian still fear a useless, mediocre physique…?” Lan Qingya bowed her head, her eyes hiding deep venom.

The humiliation of today, she could never forget.

“In that case, I’ll take my leave.” Jun Zhangjian gave a slight bow.

Having lost a large chunk of flesh, Jun Zhangjian no longer wished to remain here.

“Wait…” Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.

“Young Master Xiaoyao, you…” Jun Zhangjian’s lips twitched faintly.

Could this young cousin be greedy as a snake trying to swallow an elephant?

“Cough… Young Brother Zhangjian, you misunderstand—I merely saw a worthy opponent and wished to spar with you.” Jun Xiaoyao cleared his throat.

Jun Zhangjian’s eyes showed surprise, and he shook his head with a faint smile: “Young Brother Xiaoyao, you’re still young—no need for this. Wait until you grow older, then we can spar.”

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

If he injured Jun Xiaoyao, he could never bear the Eighteen Ancestors’ wrath.

Thus, Jun Zhangjian flatly refused.

“It’s only a spar—I hope you won’t refuse, Young Brother.” Jun Xiaoyao insisted.

“Sigh… if you insist, then alright—but please, Young Brother, know your limits.” Jun Zhangjian wore an expression of calm composure.

In status and position, he truly could not match Jun Xiaoyao.

But in cultivation realm, he could crush Jun Xiaoyao effortlessly.

Moments later, they arrived at an open space outside Tiangong.

At that moment, a crowd of Jun family members had already gathered outside Tiangong, peering curiously, eager to learn the outcome.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian step forward as if ready to fight, their faces filled with astonishment.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t this supposed to be an apology? Why are they fighting?”

“No, judging by Young Master Xiaoyao’s expression, they haven’t clashed—this is just a spar.” Some sharp-eyed observers realized.

Their eyes gleamed with interest.

This spar between the two would be worth watching.

One was the divine child surrounded by endless glory since childhood; the other was the already-famous Tenth Sequence.

Though no one believed Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian due to age and cultivation, they still placed bets.

“How many strikes do you think Young Master Xiaoyao can withstand from Jun Zhangjian?”

“I guess three.”

“No, he should at least last ten.”

Hearing their words, Jun Zhangjian’s lips involuntarily curled.

Though surrendering the Yuan Tian Supreme Token had made his heart bleed, now it seemed he might finally get some glory.

“Young Brother Xiaoyao, watch out!”

As Jun Zhangjian spoke, his Qi Realm of the Fifth Level of the Divine Palace surged forth.

He used no martial technique—simply pressed two fingers together like a sword and stabbed toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao simply clenched his five fingers into a fist and punched forward.

One thousand giant elephant micro-particles awakened within him, amplifying his power by ten million catties of terrifying divine force.

As this punch struck, the air itself seemed to warp, and a colossal air cannon erupted violently!

Feeling this power, Jun Zhangjian’s face changed instantly—he tried to retract his hand, but it was too late.

BOOM!

A thunderous crash echoed, accompanied by the crack of snapping bones; Jun Zhangjian was blasted backward like a cannonball, his fingers shattered.

This sight left all the onlookers from the Jun family stunned.

What just happened?

Lan Qingya, who had followed behind, froze in place.

Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration—she had indeed chosen the right person.

“Cough… cough…” Jun Zhangjian was covered in dust, his finger bones shattered, his eyes filled with deep shock.

That terrifying divine force left him trembling with lingering fear.

Jun Xiaoyao himself was also surprised.

Wasn’t Jun Zhangjian the Tenth Sequence of the Jun family? Wasn’t he supposed to be powerful?

That’s it? That’s all?

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression darkened slightly: “Young Brother Zhangjian, you can’t spare me just because I’m young—that’s an insult to me.”

Saying this, Jun Xiaoyao immediately launched another attack.

Jun Zhangjian’s face changed, and his heart ached bitterly.

He swore to heaven—he had not spared him at all.

Yet not only Jun Xiaoyao, but even the onlooking Jun family members were murmuring, all believing Jun Zhangjian had held back.

“Sunrise Nine Swords!”

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao attack again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to unleash his full strength.

He slashed out nine sword beams in succession, tearing through the air with overwhelming force that startled all who watched.

“Netherguard!”

Jun Xiaoyao immediately activated the defensive supreme technique from the Divine Elephant Subdue the Underworld Art.

Instantly, a spectral shadow of a Nether God manifested, enveloping his entire body.

The nine sword beams struck the Nether God’s shadow and shattered into countless specks of light.

Jun Xiaoyao surged forward again, his back unfolding a pair of pitch-black wings—the Demon Wings.

His speed skyrocketed; he instantly appeared before Jun Zhangjian.

“Nether Spear!”

Jun Xiaoyao reached out, boundless divine energy surging into a purple-black spear wreathed in black nether flames, as if capable of piercing all things in the world.

“Purple Emperor Sword Art!”

Jun Zhangjian hastily unleashed his ultimate sword technique—a purple sword shadow slashed through the air.

BOOM!

A massive collision erupted—but the outcome was clear: the Nether Spear, empowered by ten million catties of giant elephant force, shattered the purple sword shadow and continued unimpeded toward Jun Zhangjian.

Jun Zhangjian frantically summoned his back sword and raised it to block.

CRASH!

With a thunderous impact, Jun Zhangjian’s sword was knocked from his grasp, and his entire body was flung backward, crashing into the wall beside him.

The onlooking Jun family members stared, eyes bulging, their faces filled with awe.

Hadn’t it only been three exchanges?

Had the Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, really been defeated?

Even if he had held back, he couldn’t have held back this much!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao finally understood.

Jun Zhangjian hadn’t held back—he was just too strong himself.

Realizing he had misjudged Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xiaoyao silently shook his head, filled with guilt.

He walked up to the dusty, battered Jun Zhangjian and apologized sincerely: “I’m sorry, Young Brother Zhangjian—I misunderstood you. I thought you were sparing me, but you truly gave your all…”

Hearing this, Jun Zhangjian nearly spat out the blood he had just swallowed.

He had a curse on his tongue he didn’t know whether to speak or not!