Chapter 18

Watching Xiao Chen’s mindless rage, Bai Yuer felt increasing disappointment.

People are like this—you don’t realize how bad they are until you compare them.

She had once thought Xiao Chen was quite outstanding.

But now, compared to Jun Xiaoyao, Xiao Chen instantly became a mud eel buried in dirt.

He looked disgusting in every way.

“This man is supposed to be my fiancé…” Bai Yuer silently shook her head.

She spoke: “This is all my own choice, Xiao Chen. Leave now.”

Bai Yuer’s words struck Xiao Chen’s heart like a brutal blow.

He trembled with rage, his face icy as he glared at Jun Xiaoyao: “You’re Jun Xiaoyao, right? It’s you—you’ve bewitched Yuer with some spell!”

Xiao Chen roared like an enraged lion.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm, his eyes holding a flicker of unusual interest as he stared at Xiao Chen.

More precisely, he stared at the coiled-dragon ring on Xiao Chen’s finger.

Because Jun Xiaoyao cultivated the Chaotic Divine Mill Contemplation, his soul’s sensitivity far surpassed ordinary people.

On the coiled-dragon ring, Jun Xiaoyao sensed a different aura and soul fluctuation.

"No way—is this really the trick?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes showed surprise.

Ring grandpa, betraying the fiancée.

Same recipe, same flavor.

Only the roles have been reversed.

“Interesting. Is Xiao Chen trying to come here and slap my face?” Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Bai Yuer continued: “Enough, Xiao Chen. My mind is made up—I will serve the Divine Son for life, as his slave or servant. Our engagement is hereby annulled.”

In Bai Yuer’s heart now, there was only Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao was her master for life.

As for Xiao Chen, the childhood affection they once shared had long been worn away by repeated disappointments and lies.

Xiao Chen promised her the Immortality Pill, yet never fulfilled his vow.

“No… how could you do this, Yuer…” Xiao Chen’s whole body trembled.

His fiancée had been taken from him.

Xiao Chen felt his head turn green, and he even believed Bai Yuer had traded her body to earn Jun Xiaoyao’s favor.

“Hah, so that’s how it is? You wretched woman—you sold your body for the Immortality Pill?”

Xiao Chen’s heart sank to the bottom. He tore off his mask entirely, laughing bitterly with icy contempt.

He could not bear his woman’s betrayal.

Bai Yuer was stunned.

She never expected that Xiao Chen, who had always been calm, resolute, and caring toward her, would say such a thing.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, found this entirely unsurprising.

Protagonists always follow the rule: those who obey me live; those who defy me die.

Can anyone who betrays the protagonist expect a good end?

Yet Jun Xiaoyao asked himself—if he were in Xiao Chen’s position, he would have killed Bai Yuer without hesitation.

Motherly compassion? Nonexistent. He would do it even more ruthlessly and thoroughly than Xiao Chen.

But unfortunately, Bai Yuer was now his pawn and slave—he could not allow Xiao Chen to touch her.

And at this moment, he could also stage a performance to further cement her devotion.

“You call yourself Bai Yuer’s fiancé, yet you slander her purity? Even as an outsider, I feel icy sorrow for her.”

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, standing before Bai Yuer, sighing with regret.

“Divine Son…” Bai Yuer’s heart stirred, her crimson eyes misting with tears.

She never expected Jun Xiaoyao would defend her.

At this moment, her feelings toward Jun Xiaoyao went beyond reverence and admiration—they held something deeper, indescribable.

And this look, seen by Xiao Chen, was unmistakably tender affection.

“Damn you, you wretched woman!” Xiao Chen burned with rage, his fury blazing.

Bai Yuer had just openly exchanged glances of longing with Jun Xiaoyao right before his eyes.

This wasn’t just a green head—it was a vast Hulunber grassland.

“Jun Xiaoyao, dare you fight me fairly?” Xiao Chen shouted.

The only solution now was to utterly crush Jun Xiaoyao before Bai Yuer’s eyes, trampling him beneath his feet.

Only then could Xiao Chen vent his fury.

He wanted to see Bai Yuer, filled with regret, groveling at his feet, begging for forgiveness.

“I’m eight years old, and you’re already fifteen or sixteen? What a fair fight.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, dripping with sarcasm.

Xiao Chen’s face twitched slightly, but he still hardened his tone: “So what? You’re the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, with endless resources—it’s still fair. Or are you too afraid to fight me?”

Xiao Chen adopted a taunting stance.

During this time, he had finally mastered the martial technique passed down by the coiled-dragon ring.

He was confident that few of his peers could match him.

Even the Jun Clan’s Divine Son was no exception.

“Very well. To the combat arena.” Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back and stepped forward directly.

At this point, no more words were needed.

This self-important protagonist archetype deserved a slap to wake him up.

Bai Yuer and Jun Linglong followed closely behind.

Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes glanced at Xiao Chen, filled with cold mockery and pity.

At age three, Jun Xiaoyao had defeated Jun Zhangjian of the Tenth Sequence.

Now, how strong he had become—even Jun Linglong didn’t fully know.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao flanked by two beauties, Xiao Chen’s eyes burned with envy.

“If I had been born into an ancient clan, my achievements would not be lower than Jun Xiaoyao’s. But he never imagined I have the coiled-dragon ring’s aid,” Xiao Chen thought.

Soon, Jun Xiaoyao and Xiao Chen arrived at the combat arena.

Their arrival drew the attention of many Jun Clan disciples.

“It’s the Divine Son! What’s he doing at the combat arena?”

“I heard some fool dared challenge the Divine Son.”

“That prince from the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom? How stupid.”

“Indeed. The Divine Son deigning to fight him is already his honor.”

Along the way, nearly every Jun Clan member sneered at and looked down on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen saw it all, his fists clenched tight.

Didn’t legendary novel protagonists also endure scorn? Yet in the end, they always turned things around.

“You all are blind dogs. Born into an ancient clan? I’ll show you what human will can overcome heaven!” Xiao Chen’s lips curled into a smug smile.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xiao Chen stood on the same arena platform.

Jun Linglong, Bai Yuer, and many Jun Clan members watched from the crowd.

In the shadows, Clan Elders like Jun Zhantian also observed secretly.

They weren’t worried Jun Xiaoyao would lose.

They wanted to use this battle to gauge just how powerful Jun Xiaoyao had become.

“Alright. You may attack.”

On the platform, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, expression calm.

“Hmph. If I strike, you won’t have a chance to retaliate.” Xiao Chen smirked coldly.

He was a prodigy of the Divine Palace Realm.

And this Jun Xiaoyao was only eight years old—how strong could he possibly be?

“Is that so? Then fine.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

He simply raised one palm and struck—golden blood qi surged like a tidal wave, shaking the very void!