Chapter 117: The Mysterious Guardian of the Dao Strikes—Anyone Who Threatens the Young Master, Kill Without Mercy!

The Jun family and the Jiang family are two of the Three Imperial Clans.

Their strength and depth of heritage place them among the leading houses among the ancient primordial clans.

Ordinary immortal sects dare not provoke them lightly.

Especially since the Panwu Divine Dynasty has recently shown signs of decline.

Even their strategic weapon, the imperial blade Panhuang Sword, has yet to be recovered.

Under these circumstances, if they truly provoked the two great clans, the Panwu Divine Dynasty would pay an unimaginable price.

It might even spark an immortal war.

For all these reasons, the Panwu Divine Lord forcibly suppressed his rage.

But his gaze was icy.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, expression calm, a cold smile on his lips.

He loved seeing the Panwu Divine Lord furious yet powerless to touch him.

"This kid…" the Panwu Divine Lord's eyelid twitched slightly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's smirk, he longed to slap him across the face.

But reason kept the Panwu Divine Lord from unleashing his killing intent.

Seeing the impassive Panwu Divine Lord, the elders and senior figures from all surrounding factions quietly drew in breath.

It seemed the Jun family's intimidation factor was far stronger than they'd imagined.

Jun Xiaoyao had insulted and provoked them so openly, yet the Panwu Divine Lord cowered like a turtle, daring not to move against him.

"Enough, Jun Xiaoyao. Since you look down on the position of Imperial Son-in-Law, then leave. Our Panwu Divine Dynasty doesn't need you!"

The Panwu Divine Lord swept his sleeve, voice cold.

This was already his last shred of dignity.

Jun Xiaoyao remained where he stood, tilting his head slightly. "Panwu Divine Lord, didn't you understand?"

"The title of Imperial Son-in-Law? I, this Divine Son, disdain it."

"But Panwu Mausoleum—I intend to enter."

"Insolent!" The Panwu Divine Lord's aura erupted uncontrollably.

He had already forgiven him, letting him go.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao dared to press his luck further.

At this moment, Jun Zhantian stepped forward coldly. "Panwu Divine Lord, watch your words. My Jun family's Divine Son is not someone anyone can scold at will."

The Panwu Divine Lord's face froze into ice.

At this moment, Wu Mingyue couldn't help speaking. "Jun Xiaoyao, enough. Mingyue admits she's unworthy of you, but please don't act childishly!"

"Act childishly? I, Jun, always convince with reason. When have I acted childishly?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's expression, Wu Mingyue gritted her silver teeth in fury.

Shameless!

Jun Xiaoyao was utterly shameless!

If Jun Xiaoyao truly cared for reason, pigs could fly!

"Fine," the Panwu Divine Lord said coldly. "I'll see what reasoning you can produce. If you can't, this matter won't end so easily today!"

He had already retreated. If he continued to show weakness, what prestige would the Panwu Divine Dynasty have left?

"Is the reasoning really that complicated?" Jun Xiaoyao produced a light-shadow stone in his hand.

He turned his gaze toward the Third Imperial Prince, a faint smile on his lips.

Seeing that smile, the Third Imperial Prince's heart plummeted like a boulder bound in chains.

A deep sense of dread rose in his chest.

"No… impossible… absolutely not… he's just frightening me…"

Cold sweat broke out on the Third Imperial Prince's back; his legs began to tremble.

Jun Xiaoyao infused spiritual energy into the light-shadow stone.

The spectral shadow of the Yinming Tian assassin appeared.

Along with it came his words.

"It was the Panwu Divine Dynasty… the Third Imperial Prince… who hired us, Yinming Tian assassins, to kill you…"

The voice from the light-shadow stone echoed throughout the Forbidden City.

For a moment, all around fell silent.

Countless eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the scene within the light-shadow stone.

"The Third Imperial Prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty hired Yinming Tian assassins to kill the Jun family's Divine Son?" A senior elder from a top sect drew a sharp breath, his heart reeling.

"Is he suicidal? The most forbidden thing among immortal sects is for their heirs to be assassinated by killers."

"He's finished… the Third Prince is finished…"

After a brief silence, the surrounding area erupted into a deafening uproar.

Everyone felt disbelief—no one expected Jun Xiaoyao to produce such evidence.

"This… how?" Wu Mingyue's face froze, a chill running through her body.

Assassinate Jun Xiaoyao?

How much courage did it take to do such a thing?

The Panwu Divine Lord's expression was stunned; his earlier confidence vanished.

Thud!

The Third Imperial Prince's legs gave out; he collapsed onto the ground, his crotch soaked, emitting a foul odor.

"No… no, I didn't! I knew nothing!" The Third Prince sweated profusely, his face as pale as a corpse, trembling like a leaf.

"Did you do it and now dare not admit it? I have witnesses." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

From the crowd stepped a stunningly beautiful woman—Tian Qin Nu.

Her cold eyes glanced at the Third Prince. "Tian Qin Nu can testify: earlier, at Xianqiong Pavilion, the Third Prince harbored strong hostility toward the Divine Son."

"Later, the Divine Son indeed came to my residence to play the qin and discuss the Dao. Surely, he was attacked only after the Divine Son left."

Tian Qin Nu's words further confirmed the truth of the matter.

"Tian Qin Nu, you…" The Third Prince nearly spat blood.

He had pursued Tian Qin Nu for years, giving her countless treasures—even the Immortal Source.

Yet now, she betrayed him without hesitation.

Tian Qin Nu's face remained cold, tinged with revulsion. "The Divine Son is a peerless figure. How dare you even think of assassinating him?"

After speaking, Tian Qin Nu turned her head toward Jun Xiaoyao and instantly replaced her expression with a sweet, obedient smile.

As if hoping for Jun Xiaoyao's praise and approval.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and gave Tian Qin Nu a slight nod.

Tian Qin Nu smiled, deeply satisfied.

Seeing this, the Third Prince's face turned purple, and he finally spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His goddess, his idol, had become Jun Xiaoyao's groveling lapdog!

But now, an even greater crisis was just beginning.

With the evidence confirmed, Jun Xiaoyao's expression turned cold. "Panwu Divine Lord, your dynasty's Third Prince attempted to assassinate this Divine Son. How do you intend to settle this debt?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words plunged the Panwu Divine Lord's face into utter darkness. He turned to the Third Prince, wishing he could crush him with a single palm.

Today, the entire Panwu Divine Dynasty had lost all face!

Wu Mingyue was also terrified—she never imagined events would spiral this far.

Jun Zhantian and several clan elders stepped forward, their aged faces filled with fury and coldness. "Panwu Divine Lord, shouldn't you give our Jun family an explanation?"

The Panwu Divine Lord was momentarily speechless, cornered.

Yet just then—

From afar, a musical blade of killing intent pierced the sky!

Its target: the Third Imperial Prince!

"Who?!" The Panwu Divine Lord reacted—but it was too late.

Pfft!

The blade slashed through—blood sprayed across the heavens!

The Third Prince's head separated from his body, soaring high into the air!

His face still bore expressions of shock, confusion, terror, and dread.

"Damn it! Who dares kill my son?!" The Panwu Divine Lord roared in fury, his aura exploding.

A cold, frost-like voice echoed from the depths of the void.

"Anyone who threatens the Young Master—kill on sight!"