Chapter 108: The Palm Print Descending from Heaven: The Champion Marquis Overturned, Jun Xiaoyao Makes a Powerful Entrance!

But when his gaze fell upon Jiang Luoli, his gloomy expression slightly softened, and a hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes.

Yang Pan himself had a fondness for keeping a harem and collecting beauties.

Jiang Luoli was radiant and adorable, petite and captivating—anyone who laid eyes on her first would be stunned.

Some would even faintly feel an urge to tease her.

Sensing Yang Pan’s sinister gaze, Jiang Luoli’s fair skin broke out in goosebumps, a wave of nausea rising in her.

“You big beetle, what are you staring at!” Jiang Luoli revealed a look of revulsion.

Yang Pan didn’t mind; instead, he smiled faintly. “The jewel of the Jiang family, truly extraordinary in beauty.”

Desire began to rise within him.

Had today not been about competing for the position of Imperial Son-in-Law, Yang Pan would have already sought to claim Jiang Luoli.

As if sensing Yang Pan’s intent, Jiang Luoli’s eyes widened, her porcelain face flushing with anger.

“Disgusting big beetle, die!”

Jiang Luoli acted without hesitation, striking first.

Her small hand swept forward, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens and earth converged into a vast spiritual palm print, descending to crush Yang Pan.

“No wonder she’s the Yuan Ling Dao Body—every gesture stirs the great forces of heaven and earth.”

Many marveled.

Seeing this, Yang Pan’s expression remained calm and casual; he raised his hand and thrust forth the Shang Mang Divine Spear, its terrifying spearlight slicing through the sky toward the spiritual palm print.

His first move revealed his cultivation base.

Also at the peak of Guiyi Realm.

The reason so many prodigies were stuck at this realm was not because they couldn’t break through.

It was because the next realm, the He Dao Realm, required finding a spiritual seed or immortal seed that resonated with oneself.

The rank of one’s spiritual or immortal seed was crucial to future cultivation speed and power.

Rare immortal seeds, such as the sapling of the World Tree or the Hong Meng Purple Qi Seed, could grant prodigies terrifying enhancements.

Thus, no prodigy would rashly break into the He Dao Realm.

BOOM!

The spearlight collided with the spiritual palm print and pierced it through instantly.

Jiang Luoli’s Yuan Ling Dao Body was not weak in combat, but her true strength lay in cultivation.

Yang Pan, however, wore divine armor and stood at the pinnacle of his realm.

Thus, for Jiang Luoli to defeat Yang Pan was clearly no simple matter.

Yang Pan’s eyes flashed, and he struck again, slashing forth countless terrifying black spearlights from his Shang Mang Divine Spear.

Divine Technique: Demon King’s Chaotic Dance!

The void seemed to boil; the spearlights erupted chaotically across heaven and earth, slamming toward Jiang Luoli.

A cruel, twisted thought stirred in Yang Pan’s heart.

Jiang Luoli was so cute—would one punch make her cry for a long time?

Jiang Luoli’s luminous eyes also grew serious.

She had said she would teach Yang Pan a lesson on Jun Xiaoyao’s behalf, but now it seemed Yang Pan’s strength was no joke.

“Too much.” Jiang Chuhan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Just as she was about to act—

Suddenly, a colossal golden palm print descended from the heavens, crashing down upon Yang Pan!

“Who is it!”

Yang Pan’s face turned pale, his pupils shrinking violently; an overwhelming pressure poured down, crushing even his released spearlight to dust.

Caught off guard, Yang Pan could only raise his Tian Mang Jiao Divine Armor in defense and cross his spear to block.

BOOM!

The palm print, brimming with boundless power, smashed Yang Pan clean into the ground, spreading massive fissures across the surrounding earth.

The entire bustling Forbidden City seemed frozen in place.

Countless faces turned rigid.

Just moments ago, the boastful, invincible Champion Marquis now lay buried in the earth.

The contrast was too great—many remained stunned for long moments.

Only then did a calm, detached voice slowly echo through the air.

“This is the so-called Champion Marquis? Not worth mentioning.”

At the sound of that voice, every gaze snapped toward the sky.

A golden lion with nine heads, forged as if from molten gold, carried two figures into view.

The white-robed figure ahead, bathed in celestial radiance, stood peerless and transcendent—his voice, cool and amused, had just spoken.

“It’s the Jun family’s divine heir—he’s finally here!”

The crowd erupted in chaos!

Since Yang Pan had issued his challenge, everyone had waited to see how Jun Xiaoyao would respond.

But Jun Xiaoyao had never replied.

This gave rival factions ammunition to smear him relentlessly.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.

As always—domineering!

The once arrogant, overbearing Champion Marquis now crawled out of the ground fissures, covered in dust.

He wasn’t seriously injured, but his pride was shattered.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you attacked me by surprise!” Yang Pan’s face turned icy with fury and humiliation.

Had he not been caught off guard, he would never have been so humiliated.

“When you swat a fly, do you ask the fly for permission first?” Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Yang Pan with utter disdain.

His tone dripped with contempt.

This was not arrogance—it was an innate, effortless aura of invincibility.

Hearing this, Yang Pan’s face turned green; as the de facto emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, he had never endured such humiliation.

On the other side, Jiang Luoli’s face first went slack, then lit up in delight; she darted forward faster than a rabbit, clinging to Jun Xiaoyao like an octopus.

Like a cute little ornament.

“Xiaoyao brother, I knew you’d come!” Jiang Luoli beamed, her starry eyes curled into crescents.

“Get down.” Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

“No! I haven’t seen Xiaoyao brother in two years, four months, sixteen days, three hours, and two quarters!” Jiang Luoli pouted, sounding slightly wounded.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao felt a bead of sweat form.

Why did Jiang Luoli seem to have yandere potential?

“If you don’t get down, how can I avenge you?” Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

“Oh! Xiaoyao brother, you must crush that big beetle!” Jiang Luoli reluctantly released her grip.

Watching the wildly affectionate Jiang Luoli, many young prodigies around them burned with envy.

The differences between people were truly unbearable—compare, and you’d die of jealousy.

Ye Xingyun’s face turned icy; had his personality not changed, he would have challenged Jun Xiaoyao on the spot.

From Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, Feng Qingling’s pupils narrowed slightly. “So it really is him.”

Now, Feng Qingling was certain—the mysterious prodigy who crushed her was Jun Xiaoyao.

“Indeed powerful. Don’t underestimate him,” Huang Xuan Yi’s expression grew unusually serious.

In the Beidi Wang family, the arrogant youth Wang Gang studied Jun Xiaoyao, then shook his head slightly. “He’s decent, but can’t compare to my elder brother.”

In his eyes, the Jun family’s divine heir fell short of the Wang family’s young emperor.

In the corner, Xiao Chen’s eyes flared with murderous intent the moment he saw Jun Xiaoyao appear.

But he forced it down deep.

He knew this was not yet the time.

Only when he truly became the Panwu Divine Dynasty’s Imperial Son-in-Law would he have the right to face Jun Xiaoyao.