Chapter 114

Yang Pan, channeling the power of the Pan Emperor's Life Blade, tapped its tip and unleashed a brilliant flash of sword light.

One slash, as if it could cleave heaven and earth!

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of his Supreme Bone.

A blazing, radiant divine aura erupted from his chest, like a heavenly tribulation cleansing him.

The two supreme techniques collided, shaking wind and thunder, trembling heaven and earth, as a vast ripple of magic power swept outward.

Had the Pan Wu Divine Lord not bound this surge with spatial restraint, the young prodigies around them would have been killed or severely wounded.

And in this terrifying collision,

Yang Pan fell from the high sky like a bird with broken wings, his chest armor stained crimson with blood.

Even the protection of the Tian Mang Horn Divine Armor could not shield him from the shockwave.

Yang Pan's gaze remained locked on the point of impact.

He wanted to know Jun Xiaoyao's condition.

But when the light faded and the ripples settled,

Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white robes, stood calmly in place, detached from the world.

"This…" Yang Pan's face froze instantly.

As if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing on earth.

He had summoned the Pan Emperor's Life Blade—and still could not inflict even a scratch on Jun Xiaoyao?

At this moment, Yang Pan began to doubt whether the Pan Emperor's Life Blade he had summoned was fake.

"Not bad," Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly. "If you could fully unleash the Pan Emperor's Life Blade's power, perhaps it might pose a minor threat to me—but alas…"

Back in the Yuan Tian Secret Treasury, even the Supreme Demon Corpse had failed to inflict serious injury on him.

So what use is the Pan Emperor's Life Blade now, even in your hands?

"This is impossible…" Yang Pan was dazed.

Wasn't the Pan Emperor's Life Blade his greatest reliance?

Yet now, Yang Pan's Dao heart began to waver.

"Lost in thought during battle?"

Jun Xiaoyao extended demonic wings from his back, moved like a flash through empty space, and crushed down upon Yang Pan with one hand.

Yang Pan snapped back to reality and hastily defended.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several consecutive strikes sent the Champion Marquis spitting blood repeatedly—his Tian Mang Horn Divine Armor offered no protection.

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed the Killing Immortal Sword Art once more; a vast, brilliant sword light slashed across the sky toward Yang Pan.

Yang Pan's soul nearly fled in terror; he frantically raised the Pan Emperor's Life Blade to block.

Splat!

Blood gushed wildly; the Tian Mang Horn Divine Armor on Yang Pan's body was sliced clean open.

A deep wound, bone-visible, stretched from his chest to his abdomen.

Had it not been for the Pan Emperor's Life Blade restoring him, Yang Pan would have died instantly.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao descended from the high sky and stomped on Yang Pan's face.

"Jumped around long enough—awake now?" Jun Xiaoyao asked calmly.

"You…" Yang Pan struggled, but could not flip over no matter how hard he tried.

Jun Xiaoyao's divine power nearly crushed his skull.

Shame, rage, fury, helplessness…

Emotions churned violently within Yang Pan.

He was the Champion Marquis, second only to the Emperor, a local sovereign within the Pan Wu Divine Empire.

Yet now, before the eyes of countless factions and the entire assembly, he was being stomped on by Jun Xiaoyao.

This humiliation would haunt him for life.

"Young Master…" In the crowd, Qin Xuan's eyes reddened, her body trembling with excitement.

The enemy she loathed yet felt powerless against now lay crushed beneath Jun Xiaoyao's foot, like a dead dog!

"Yay! Xiao Yao Brother is the best—stomp that big beetle to death!" Jiang Luoli clenched her tiny fists and cheered.

Earlier, Jun Xiaoyao had promised to avenge her—and now, she was truly satisfied.

"Young Master, that's enough."

Finally, atop the high platform, the Pan Wu Divine Lord spoke.

No matter what, Yang Pan was the Divine Empire's Champion Marquis; being trampled like this was a disgrace to the Pan Wu Divine Empire.

Beside him, Wu Mingyue could not deny that seeing Yang Pan humiliated brought her a flicker of pleasure.

But then, she grew uneasy.

If Jun Xiaoyao defeated Yang Pan, didn't that mean he was qualified to become Imperial Son-in-Law?

"Heh… since the Divine Lord has spoken, I'll grant him this favor." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

He kicked out, infusing the blow with crushing force.

A series of cracking sounds echoed—Yang Pan's bones shattered.

He was kicked flying, slamming hard into a side pavilion.

This sight made the Pan Wu Divine Lord's eyelid twitch slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao knew it was impossible to kill Yang Pan under the Divine Lord's watchful gaze.

Besides, Yang Pan was still a useful cabbage—his value might yet be harvested later.

The Pan Emperor's Blade… hmm…

Jun Xiaoyao admitted, he was slightly tempted.

No one could remain unmoved by an Emperor's weapon.

"Then, regarding today's contest…" The Pan Wu Divine Lord hesitated, unsure how to proceed.

Originally, the script called for Yang Pan to sweep all challengers, then triumphantly become Imperial Son-in-Law and wed Wu Mingyue.

But now, looking at Yang Pan lying in ruins, drenched in blood and utterly broken, the Divine Lord could not bring himself to name him Imperial Son-in-Law.

"Very well," the Divine Lord thought. "There are other ways to appease Yang Pan."

If he could win over this prodigy, would he not be worth more than ten Yang Pans?

Thinking this, the Pan Wu Divine Lord spoke: "The Jun Clan's Divine Son truly lives up to legend—dragon-like bearing, phoenix-like grace, peerless aura. Clearly, the most suitable candidate for Imperial Son-in-Law is beyond doubt."

The Divine Lord's words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Was he really offering Jun Xiaoyao the position of Imperial Son-in-Law?

Jun Zhantian said nothing.

This was Jun Xiaoyao's own affair—if he wished it, the Jun Clan would not oppose.

Jiang Luoli's face instantly paled; her tiny hands twisted nervously together.

Though Jiang Luoli sometimes acted foolishly, she was also remarkably perceptive.

Right now, she did not rush forward to ask Jun Xiaoyao for his choice.

Of course, Jiang Luoli herself did not want Jun Xiaoyao to become Imperial Son-in-Law.

Though a man as outstanding as Jun Xiaoyao could easily have multiple wives and concubines, Jiang Luoli would always carry a thorn in her heart.

Beside her, Jiang Shengyi also felt a flicker of unease.

She, too, did not want Jun Xiaoyao to accept the position of Imperial Son-in-Law.

"I'm doing this for Luoli," Jiang Shengyi whispered to herself.

But the true reason, only Jiang Shengyi herself knew.

Beyond them, countless female cultivators who idolized Jun Xiaoyao, his fanatical admirers, also did not want him to become Imperial Son-in-Law.

They were all "girlfriend fans," dreaming of becoming his Dao partner.

If Jun Xiaoyao accepted, wouldn't their dreams shatter?

At this moment, all eyes in heaven and earth waited for Jun Xiaoyao's answer.

Xiao Chen, drenched in blood, trembled with rage, his pupils quivering.

He could not imagine how furious he would be if Jun Xiaoyao became Imperial Son-in-Law.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao did not answer immediately, the Pan Wu Divine Lord frowned slightly and dropped another bombshell.

"Should you become Imperial Son-in-Law of the Pan Wu Divine Empire, you shall earn one chance to enter the Pan Wu Mausoleum."

At these words, the entire assembly erupted in uproar.