Chapter 112: Rising Together to Surround, Yet Still Sweeping All Directions

Everyone stared, frozen, unsure what expression to wear.

Before, Yang Pan being smashed into the ground could be blamed on being caught off guard.

But now?

Jun Xiaoyao had struck squarely and directly, pressing Yang Pan into the earth with a single palm.

What does this count as?

Hiss…

The sound of drawn breath spread in all directions.

Everyone's gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao carried shock.

"I feel… that move just now by the Jun family's divine heir carried the aura of the Immortals."

"Yes, this is too terrifying—the Jun family's divine heir is only at the Unity Realm, yet he feels like a god or immortal."

Jun Xiaoyao does not act unless he moves.

When he does, he astounds heaven and earth!

"How is this possible? How could he be this strong?" Xiao Chen's face went slack.

He thought his current strength was gradually catching up to Jun Xiaoyao.

But now it was clear—the gap remained an abyss.

He had been defeated by the Champion Marquis, yet now the Champion Marquis had been slammed into the earth by Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

This contrast only highlighted how irreparable the gap was between him and Jun Xiaoyao.

"This guy…" Ye Xingyun's expression grew grave.

Even though he had awakened some memories and his cultivation base had surged.

Yet seeing Jun Xiaoyao's move now filled him with a chilling dread.

The other prodigies felt the same.

On the viewing platform, Wu Mingyue watched this scene, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Relief, yes—but also astonishment.

At least, if Jun Xiaoyao defeated Yang Pan, she wouldn't have to marry him.

But…

Would she now have to marry Jun Xiaoyao?

Wu Mingyue bit her lip, her mind spiraling with chaotic thoughts.

What if Jun Xiaoyao truly became Imperial Son-in-Law and took her as his wife?

Yet upon reflection, given Jun Xiaoyao's cold, aloof nature, he probably didn't even look at her.

Wu Mingyue's face darkened slightly at this thought.

In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was merely a pawn to be threatened or exploited.

In the battlefield.

Yang Pan rose from the ground, his expression colder and sharper than ever.

He knew that without invoking the power of the Pan Emperor's Life Blade, he could never defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

At that moment, Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qingling both darted forward, launching attacks directly at Jun Xiaoyao.

Their purpose in coming here had always been to probe Jun Xiaoyao's true strength.

"Jun Xiaoyao, the grudge from Xianqiong Tower is settled today!" Feng Qingling raised her hand, her vast magic power surging forth like a silken ribbon.

Huang Xuan Yi also struck—phoenix runes floated around him, like countless crimson stars, slamming toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind; one hand controlled the Battle Decree, summoning a dense array of divine weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks—forming a golden torrent that swept toward them.

Boom!

Like star after star exploding.

With Jun Xiaoyao's current strength, any technique he wielded carried astonishing power.

Feng Qingling was struck, spat a mouthful of blood, and flew backward.

She couldn't even withstand one of Jun Xiaoyao's moves.

Huang Xuan Yi fared better—only pushed back.

Yet his arms trembled slightly, his pupils flickering with shock.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength far exceeded his expectations!

At that moment, Ye Xingyun's eyes flashed, and he struck.

He thrust one hand forward—a star appeared, crushing the void with terrifying force.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao's brow lifted slightly.

Ye Xingyun gave him a strange feeling—something was off.

Not merely an increase in power, but a subtle transformation.

Jun Xiaoyao noticed too—Ye Xingyun's eyes were unnaturally deep, cold, and probing.

Nothing like the arrogant youth he had been before.

"Could it be…" Jun Xiaoyao harbored a suspicion.

He didn't hesitate—his hand formed the Emperor's Seal, summoning a vast, majestic imperial figure towering between heaven and earth.

One seal to pacify heaven and earth!

Ye Xingyun's technique was instantly shattered; his body was violently repelled, his chest churning with turbulent qi.

"How could Jun Xiaoyao's strength rise so fast?" Ye Xingyun's gaze turned icy.

He had thought his own cultivation speed, after awakening his memories, was already extraordinary.

Yet he never imagined Jun Xiaoyao's growth was even faster.

"Could it be… even my former self couldn't match Jun Xiaoyao?" Ye Xingyun suddenly wondered.

He shook his head—it was impossible.

In his memories, the figure clad in sun, moon, and stars was the supreme sovereign of heaven and earth.

How could Jun Xiaoyao possibly rival him?

"Jun family's divine heir? Let Wang Gang test you!"

Suddenly, Wang Gang of the Northern Wang Clan struck.

He formed a fist seal—golden light erupted, his entire arm glowing gold, inscribed with countless runes.

"It's the Wang Clan's ultimate technique, the Golden Pagoda Fist—rumored to have been acquired from the Lesser Western Heaven," some murmured in awe.

It was an immensely powerful divine art—one strike could shatter mountains and rivers, nothing could withstand it.

"Northern Wang Clan?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

The most famous figure of the Northern Wang Clan was none other than the Wang Clan's Young Emperor, who bore the aura of an Emperor.

In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, that man was simply a fat, ripe leek.

The Young Emperor's fortune was even more terrifying than Yang Pan's.

This Wang Gang was Wang Teng's younger brother—his strength was also formidable.

But unfortunately, he had met Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't even summon a divine technique—he simply punched.

Relying solely on the raw physical might of his Primal Ancient Holy Body, he crushed everything.

Crack!

Their fists clashed—Wang Gang's expression twisted in shock.

He felt an unstoppable, terrifying recoil force surge from his fist.

His Golden Pagoda Fist shattered instantly; his arm bones seemed to splinter—he flew backward.

Seeing Wang Gang knocked back in one blow, many were stunned again.

Was there truly no prodigy here who could stand against Jun Xiaoyao for even a moment?

"Jun Xiaoyao, the murder of my father, the destruction of my nation—I'll make you pay a thousandfold!"

Xiao Chen could hold back no longer—he finally struck.

He transformed into a half-dragon form, pushing the Azure Sky Dragon Transformation to its limit.

Dragon wings unfurled behind him, his body covered in scales, his hands twisted into monstrous, razor-sharp dragon claws.

He moved with blinding speed, becoming a blue afterimage, tearing toward Jun Xiaoyao!

"Xiao Chen, you've danced long enough—are you tired of living?"

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was cold—he summoned dragon qi and struck with one hand, his magic power forming a colossal dragon claw.

It was the ancestral technique of the Ancestral Dragon Nest: the Dragon-Severing Hand!

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao's strike carried ten billion jin of force.

The surging, boundless divine power shook the void; the tearing wind shrieked piercingly.

Puff!

The strike nearly shattered half of Xiao Chen's body—blood sprayed across the sky.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was icy—he stepped forward and tore off Xiao Chen's dragon wings.

"Ahh!"

Xiao Chen screamed, spat blood, and his body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Previously defeated by Marquis Champion, now he has been severely wounded by Jun Xiaoyao.

Xiao Chen was finally utterly defeated.