Chapter 110: Xiao Chen vs

A terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.

Xiao Chen rose to his feet, removed his hood, revealing a face etched with resolute will.

Didn’t he cultivate for years just for this day?

And to defeat Jun Xiaoyao, he must become the prince consort of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

“Who is that guy? I’ve never seen him before—surely he’s not a prodigy from a major sect?”

“No way—that’s Xiao Chen, the eldest prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom!”

“The Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom was destroyed, wasn’t it?”

“And isn’t Xiao Chen’s strength not particularly outstanding?”

Around him, countless surprised and doubtful gazes turned his way.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at him with a calm gaze.

He felt no surprise at all.

If Xiao Chen didn’t appear, that would be the real surprise.

As Jun Xiaoyao looked his way, Xiao Chen also glanced at Jun Xiaoyao.

The hatred in his eyes was so deep, not even the waters of the four seas could wash it away.

But Xiao Chen hadn’t lost his reason—he wasn’t here to fight Jun Xiaoyao, but Yang Pan.

“Who is this nobody, daring to challenge this Marquis?” Yang Pan’s brow lifted.

He was the Divine Dynasty’s Champion Marquis—when had even cats and dogs dared provoke him?

“Xiao Chen?!”

Wu Mingyue’s slender frame trembled slightly upon seeing Xiao Chen.

Though she hadn’t wished for him to come, seeing him here now still stirred a faint warmth in her heart.

“Mingyue, do you know that man?” the Panwu Divine Lord asked, noticing her unusual expression.

“Yes… an old friend,” Wu Mingyue hesitated.

She knew the Panwu Divine Lord would never allow Xiao Chen to become the prince consort.

In the arena, Xiao Chen leapt into the air and landed on the platform, standing face-to-face with Yang Pan.

“Yang Pan, you degenerate, lustful, heartless wretch—what right do you have to become Mingyue’s prince consort?” Xiao Chen’s voice was icy as frost.

“Hmph. If I’m not worthy, are you?” Yang Pan sneered.

“Today, before countless factions, I, Xiao Chen, will defeat you myself!”

As Xiao Chen spoke, he let out a piercing cry to the heavens, unleashing his full cultivation base of Grand Completion in the Return-to-One Realm.

Thousands upon thousands of azure dragon runes swirled around him.

At this moment, Xiao Chen looked like the Azure Dragon War God.

“Hmm? The ancestral dragon’s technique?” Yang Pan’s expression hardened slightly.

Xiao Chen’s current realm was no longer inferior to his own.

Jun Xiaoyao watched, his gaze deep: “So Xiao Chen still has secrets—I’ll have to investigate him later.”

“Even if you’re a dragon, today I’ll slay you!”

Yang Pan struck—his Shangmang Divine Spear trembled through space, unleashing torrents of magic power like a corner of heaven collapsing downward.

“Azure Dragon Claw!”

Xiao Chen reached out one hand; azure light coalesced into a colossal dragon claw, thirty zhang long, lunging toward the Champion Marquis.

Their techniques clashed, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

The Panwu Divine Lord waved one hand—space solidified into a cage, containing their battle’s ripples.

“How did Xiao Chen become so strong? He’s holding his own against the Champion Marquis?”

“I thought he’d be crushed in a few blows.” Many voices murmured in disbelief.

Jun Xiaoyao remained utterly calm, watching Xiao Chen and Yang Pan fight like a spectator watching two goats butt heads.

He felt as if he were watching two blades of leek fighting each other.

“Damn this brat!” Yang Pan’s eyes blazed with fury.

Being slapped into the ground by Jun Xiaoyao had already cost him face.

And now, some random stray fish had become this difficult to handle.

“Soul-Extinction Spear Technique!”

Yang Pan activated his ultimate move, pouring magic power into the Shangmang Divine Spear.

Threads of black spearlight, radiating annihilation, erupted—wherever they passed, even space seemed to dissolve.

“Immovable Azure Dragon Bell!”

Xiao Chen summoned his ultimate defense—a massive bell coiled with azure dragons, shielding his body.

Then he punched again—thousands of azure dragon runes exploded outward, their might vast and overwhelming.

Watching their battle, many cultivators were stunned.

They weren’t surprised the Champion Marquis was strong.

But was Xiao Chen really too powerful?

“Xiao Chen…” Wu Mingyue’s eyes shimmered with emotion.

She knew he had come here solely for her sake.

The battle’s energy was staggering, escalating to a fever pitch.

In the end, Xiao Chen’s body was speckled with blood.

Yang Pan’s lips also bore a trace of blood.

“This brat…” Yang Pan grew impatient and activated the Panhuang Life Sword within him.

A shocking sword intent surged straight into the heavens.

Behind Yang Pan, an ancient, weathered sword shadow flickered in and out of view.

He hadn’t fully summoned the Panhuang Life Sword—but even this mere shadow shook the four directions.

“Panhuang Sword…” The Panwu Divine Lord’s eyes gleamed.

He had backed Yang Pan precisely so that one day, Yang Pan would seek out the other two swords.

In truth, it was all manipulation.

To make Yang Pan willingly accept this manipulation, the Panwu Divine Lord had no choice but to marry Wu Mingyue to him.

This had essentially already been decided.

Because the Panwu Divine Lord knew: whoever wielded the Panhuang Life Sword was inherently invincible.

No one—not even the top prodigies of immortal sects—could defeat Yang Pan with the Panhuang Life Sword.

Xiao Chen’s performance had surprised the Panwu Divine Lord.

But the outcome wouldn’t change.

As expected, the moment Yang Pan unleashed the power of the Panhuang Life Sword:

A voice echoed in Xiao Chen’s mind:

“Xiao Chen, this is bad—your current strength can’t resist the Panhuang Life Sword. Fall back.”

The Azure Dragon Elder wanted to help but couldn’t.

If he intervened, it would be seen as tampering with the battle—the Panwu Divine Lord would never allow it.

Even as an external aid, the Azure Dragon Elder was clearly less convenient than the Panhuang Life Sword.

Just showing his face would draw the attention of powerful figures.

“How can I retreat? If I retreat, Mingyue will be taken from me!” Xiao Chen’s eyes burned with final resolve.

“Azure Dragon Soars the Heavens!”

Xiao Chen’s body erupted with ten thousand azure dragon runes, coalescing into a colossal luminous azure dragon that charged toward Yang Pan.

Yang Pan also activated the power of the Panhuang Life Sword.

His swordlight gathered into a single point at the tip, then slashed downward.

That single point of light seemed capable of destroying all things in the world!

BOOM!

The luminous azure dragon was split cleanly in two by the swordlight—Xiao Chen spat a gout of blood and was flung backward.

“Xiao Chen!” Wu Mingyue’s face turned pale.

“Hah! A mere ant, daring to defy heaven? Mingyue is mine—no one can take her!” Yang Pan laughed wildly.

“You…” Wu Mingyue’s face darkened.

Looking at Yang Pan, she suddenly thought—even Jun Xiaoyao as prince consort would be better than him.

“What am I thinking? Jun Xiaoyao is just as despicable.” Wu Mingyue snapped back to herself, realizing how absurd the thought was.

She could never like Jun Xiaoyao.

Absolutely not!