Chapter 113

The entire Forbidden City fell into silence.

Seeing Xiao Chen crash heavily to the ground, many hearts turned cold.

Xiao Chen's strength was evident to all.

Yet now, he was defeated so easily.

He had previously struggled for a long time against Yang Pan.

From this, it was clear that Jun Xiaoyao's strength was far beyond anything Yang Pan could match.

"Damn it!" Yang Pan's expression turned fierce as his spear pierced through the air once more.

Huang Xuan Yi also continued his attack.

Feng Qingling had been severely injured and could no longer fight.

Deep in her eyes lay fear, as if she bore a shadow, unwilling to face Jun Xiaoyao again.

Ye Xingyun and Wang Gang also launched their attacks.

Now, Yang Pan, Huang Xuan Yi, Ye Xingyun, Wang Gang.

Four prodigies, all at once, surrounded Jun Xiaoyao.

This was utterly astonishing.

After all, how could any young prodigy not be proud and arrogant?

Yet now, facing Jun Xiaoyao, who stood like an unmovable mountain, they had no choice but to attack together.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao stood atop the Forbidden City, high above the nine heavens, as if a god overlooking the mortal world.

While Yang Pan and the other three were mere mortals daring to challenge a deity.

This scene resembled four warriors uniting to fight a final boss.

Jun Xiaoyao was that ultimate boss!

"Come then, attack all at once—I grant you the chance to struggle!" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was cold and indifferent.

Yang Pan unleashed all his magic power, channeling it into the Shangmang Divine Spear.

A thousand and hundred spear shadows pierced outward simultaneously.

Huang Xuan Yi pointed at his third eye, and torrents of crimson flame surged forth like a raging flood.

"That's the Phoenix Heavenly Fire of Wan Huang Ling Shan—rumored to burn all things to ashes…" Many watched in terror.

Ye Xingyun rotated his hands as if countless great stars circled and spun around them, forming a wheel.

This was a martial technique awakened from his memories: the Starfall Wheel.

As the wheel emerged, it swept across the heavens, rolling like countless stars crushing all before it.

Wang Gang struck, his fist radiating light that illuminated the sky, waves of energy rippling outward—Wang Clan's ultimate art: the Ripple King Fist.

The four prodigies unleashed their strongest techniques together.

Anyone else in Jun Xiaoyao's position would have been terrified, overwhelmed by despair and helplessness.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained utterly calm.

Perhaps because he had always been invincible, Jun Xiaoyao had no concept of caution or fear.

He activated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Power; golden light erupted from his body, forming a golden divine elephant that suppressed the entire universe.

The divine elephant that coalesced was incredibly solid and lifelike, filling all of heaven and earth.

Merely gazing at its aura sent chills down one's spine.

"Such overwhelming energy—where did the Jun Clan's Divine Son acquire this technique?" Many cultivators were stunned, their hearts surging with shock.

Countless eyes watched as Jun Xiaoyao fought the four prodigies alone—what would be the outcome?

"One force breaks all techniques—there is nothing absolute power cannot shatter!"

Jun Xiaoyao pressed his right hand downward, adding the power of twenty Great Luo Immortal Bones.

Combined with the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Power's innate force of one billion jin, this power was unimaginable!

BOOM!

The heavens trembled, the cosmos overturned!

It seemed as if all space were about to be crushed in Jun Xiaoyao's hand.

CRASH!

The void erupted into a storm, unable to bear the overwhelming divine power Jun Xiaoyao unleashed.

BOOM!

The violent explosion echoed throughout the entire Divine Dynasty's capital.

At this moment, every person in the capital looked up to the sky, witnessing a scene they would never forget.

At the center of the collision, it was as if a hundred nuclear bombs had detonated!

From afar, it looked like the heavens had opened a single eye.

Even such powerful figures as Pan Wu, the Divine Lord, were stunned.

Pan Wu, the Divine Lord, immediately acted, restraining the terrifying shockwaves.

Yet even so, the spatial prison he summoned still trembled.

It was unimaginable that such a technique came from merely a Guiyi Realm prodigy.

In this extreme collision,

Four voices spat blood.

Yang Pan, Huang Xuan Yi, Ye Xingyun, and Wang Gang all vomited blood uncontrollably.

Their bones shattered, their bodies covered in wounds, their qi drastically weakened.

"How is this possible?!" Huang Xuan Yi's expression was filled with shock.

Ye Xingyun's mind went blank, unable to process what had happened.

Wang Gang's eyes widened in horror.

Even his older brother, Wang Clan's Young Master Wang Teng, was barely superior to this power.

Of course, the most shocked of all was Yang Pan.

He had been arrogant and haughty, looking down on all others, and had even spread word that he would duel Jun Xiaoyao atop the Forbidden City.

Now, not only could he not win alone—even all four of them together were crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

The contrast was too great.

If this news spread, Yang Pan would become a laughingstock to all under heaven.

"No! How could I lose? Impossible!" Yang Pan's face twisted in fury.

His true nature was that of a selfish, boastful commoner who had risen to the position of Champion Marquis only by fleeting fortune.

Now humiliated, he was enraged and ashamed.

He furiously activated the power of the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword within him.

A surge of life energy spread, rapidly healing his wounds and restoring him to peak condition.

"Is that the power of the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword?" Many were astonished.

Pan Wu, the Divine Lord, murmured: "As long as the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword remains, Yang Pan's vitality can never be extinguished—he is naturally invincible."

This was precisely why Pan Wu had such confidence in Yang Pan.

At this moment, Ye Xingyun, Huang Xuan Yi, and Wang Gang all withdrew from the battlefield.

They knew Jun Xiaoyao was no longer someone they could oppose.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't get cocky—let you taste the power of the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword!"

Under Yang Pan's activation, an ancient sword, radiating archaic energy, slowly emerged from his body.

This was no mere sword shadow—it was the true Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword.

Its blade was engraved with mountains, rivers, countless living beings, and scenes of ancient ancestors offering worship.

As soon as the ancient sword appeared, a vast, majestic aura spread, as if the Pan Wu Emperor himself had revealed a sliver of his might.

Though the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword was only one-third of the Emperor's Blade, its power far surpassed ordinary ancient holy weapons.

It was nearly approaching the level of a quasi-emperor weapon.

Of course, Yang Pan's strength was insufficient to fully activate the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword.

To say he activated it was misleading—it was more accurate to say he borrowed its power.

"Hmph… relying solely on a sword, yet speaking so boldly?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

True strength comes from within, not from external tools.

Thus, Jun Xiaoyao had always focused on enhancing his own cultivation, refining his body, rarely depending on external artifacts.

Could the Jun Clan not obtain a quasi-emperor weapon?

Of course they could.

If Jun Xiaoyao desired it, they would lend him even a true ultimate emperor weapon.

But what good would it do?

Lose the weapon, and he would instantly revert to his original state.

Thus, seeing Yang Pan rely on the Pan Emperor's Life Spirit Sword, Jun Xiaoyao showed utter disdain.

"Let me wake you up…"

Jun Xiaoyao murmured, his chest glowing brightly.

The Supreme Bone activated!