Chapter 111: All of You Here Are Trash

From the cracked earth pit, Xiao Chen rose to his feet, his body trembling, blood streaming down his chin.

His eyes were bloodshot, unable to believe it.

Unable to believe he had lost again.

He had been defeated by Jun Xiaoyao time and again before.

Now, he couldn't even defeat the Champion Marquis.

Even with Xiao Chen's unyielding nature, he now felt his Dao heart cracking.

To be honest, Xiao Chen's strength was no weakling's.

Had Yang Pan not possessed the Panhuang Shengling Sword, the victor would have been uncertain.

But Yang Pan, wielding the Panhuang Shengling Sword, held an innate advantage of invincibility.

This was the confidence of the Panwu Divine Lord.

The position of Imperial Son-in-Law ultimately belonged to Yang Pan.

At this moment, many cultivators around were sighing.

They had clearly noticed that Xiao Chen and Wu Mingyue likely had some connection.

Like the plot of a storyteller's tale—a commoner boy rising to marry a princess.

But reality was reality; it could never be as perfect as a legendary novel.

Xiao Chen ultimately failed to stage a comeback.

"Hah! I'll ask just one question—who else?" Yang Pan's aura surged proudly.

The prodigies of major sects all bore wary expressions.

Ye Xingyun of the Ancient Wilderness Ye Clan, Wang Gang of the Northern Lands Wang Clan, and Huang Xuan Yi of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spiritual Mountain had come merely to observe, not to compete for the position of Imperial Son-in-Law.

So they made no move.

Seeing no one speak up, Yang Pan suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of superiority.

Invincibility is so lonely…

He turned his head, gazing at Wu Mingyue's pale face, and smirked: "Mingyue, you're mine in the end."

Wu Mingyue's face was grim, her jade hand clenched tightly.

She despised Yang Pan beyond measure.

Terrible temperament, mediocre looks.

Even though Wu Mingyue also disliked Jun Xiaoyao, she had to admit: Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was truly pleasing to the eye.

At least, looking at him daily brought no annoyance—only supreme delight.

But if she had to face Yang Pan every day, she'd be sick to her stomach.

Just as Yang Pan was basking in triumph, believing all was settled—

A lazy voice drifted down, calm and detached.

"Just got smashed into the ground by me, and now you're jumping again?"

"Hm?" Yang Pan's brow lifted, his gaze turning.

There stood Jun Xiaoyao, one hand behind his back, calm and still, his expression one of condescending indifference.

Yes…

Like a deity looking down upon mortals.

Jun Xiaoyao had stepped forward!

Whoa!

This sight sent shockwaves through the crowd.

"Is the Jun Clan's Divine Son finally going to act?"

"Does he also want to compete for the position of Imperial Son-in-Law?"

"Interesting—can the Jun Clan's Divine Son suppress the Champion Marquis?"

"Probably difficult; after all, the Champion Marquis wields the Panhuang Shengling Sword—he's not easy to defeat."

Meanwhile, the heavenly maidens of various sects and many female cultivators felt their hearts shatter.

"Xiaoyao brother, you…" Jiang Luoli covered her mouth, unable to believe it.

Did Jun Xiaoyao truly intend to marry the Crown Princess of the Panwu Divine Dynasty?

Jiang Shengyi said nothing, but her clear pupils widened slightly in surprise.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He had no intention of competing for the position of Imperial Son-in-Law.

In this world, any woman he desired, he could claim—why bother competing?

Besides, which woman was worthy of Jun Xiaoyao's competition?

At least, he had not yet met one.

Moreover, Wu Mingyue was already his slave.

She was Jun Xiaoyao's private possession.

Did Yang Pan even seek his master's permission to wed Wu Mingyue?

"Jun Xiaoyao, fine. Since you've stepped forward, let's fight fairly."

"Your so-called invincible myth of the Jun Clan Divine Son means nothing before me!" Yang Pan's tone was arrogant and defiant.

He believed his earlier humiliation stemmed from Jun Xiaoyao's sneak attack.

If they fought fairly, he would not lose.

Jun Xiaoyao, upon hearing this, merely shook his head calmly.

"What, are you afraid?" Yang Pan's brows rose.

Jun Xiaoyao let out a light laugh, his foot stomping the ground—eight directions trembled!

His figure soared into the heavens, finally landing atop the Forbidden City's peak!

Looking down from above, surveying all beneath him!

"Yang Pan, do you think you alone can challenge me?" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Pan's face darkened.

Gazing at Jun Xiaoyao, standing atop the Forbidden Peak, white robes fluttering, his face peerless and exquisite, he felt an inexplicable irritation.

Too damn flashy.

"Yang Pan, I'm not targeting you—I'm saying everyone here who dares oppose me… are trash."

With those words, the entire arena fell silent.

This was no longer aimed solely at Yang Pan.

Xiao Chen's face turned ashen.

Ye Xingyun's eyes flashed with cold fury.

Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qingling both wore grim expressions.

Even Wang Gang of the Northern Lands Wang Clan was displeased, feeling Jun Xiaoyao had grown far too arrogant.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you—" Yang Pan erupted in rage.

Jun Xiaoyao was clearly mocking him, refusing to fight him one-on-one.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Xiao Chen: "Xiao Chen, I know you want to kill me. Here's your chance."

He turned to Ye Xingyun.

"Ye Xingyun, last time at the Ten-Year Banquet, I crushed you—no doubt you were furious. Here's your chance now."

"And the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spiritual Mountain—if you wish to strike, I'll take it."

"In short, today, above the imperial capital, atop the Forbidden Peak—"

"I, alone, will fight you all!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice was icy, his hands clasped behind his back, white robes fluttering, hair drifting.

Standing atop the Forbidden Peak, he looked like… a deity!

Boom!

Those words, like a boulder rolling into the ocean, stirred up a colossal storm.

In the entire Forbidden City, countless factions stood stunned.

Though they knew Jun Xiaoyao was strong, possessed an invincible aura—

This was no mere one-on-one duel; it was a challenge against everyone.

Not to mention others—just Yang Pan alone was no ordinary opponent.

And Xiao Chen, though defeated, had proven his strength beyond doubt.

Ye Xingyun of the Ye Clan, bearing the Star King Body, was unquestionably formidable.

Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qingling of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spiritual Mountain were among the elite of their generation.

Each of them, alone, could dominate a region and reign supreme.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao intended to challenge them all—single-handedly.

It utterly shattered everyone's expectations!

"Jun Xiaoyao, you're too arrogant!" Yang Pan could no longer bear it—he lunged, his spear piercing the air toward Jun Xiaoyao.

He had challenged Jun Xiaoyao atop the Forbidden Peak—how could he endure such humiliation?

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained cold; his right hand reached out, releasing divine radiance from twenty Luo Immortal Bones.

Immortal mist curled around, divine radiance surged like the hand of an ancient god, capable of crushing a planet with a single palm strike!

Boom!

The palm print descended, stirring myriad phenomena, as if a corner of the heavens had collapsed and plummeted downward.

Crash!

Yang Pan was instantly suppressed, crashing again with a thunderous boom into the ground.

For a moment, all fell silent.

Within the Forbidden City, not even a needle could be heard falling...