Chapter 19: Hacking Right in Front of the Ultimate Hacker

Around Jun Xiaoyao, golden blood qi surged violently, roaring like colossal waves!

Within his body, twenty thousand elephant micro-particles awakened.

Yes, over these past few years, Jun Xiaoyao cultivated the Divine Elephant Subjugation Power and directly advanced from one thousand to twenty thousand elephant micro-particles!

This meant that now, with a single strike, Jun Xiaoyao unleashed two hundred million jin of raw power!

How terrifying—this power could crush celestial stars with a single palm!

Jun Xiaoyao’s blood qi churned fiercely, his mighty golden magic power forming a colossal golden hand that descended in suppression.

Two hundred million jin of power crushed the heavens!

Feeling this earth-shaking might, Xiao Chen turned pale with terror, his face twisting in shock!

Jun Xiaoyao did nothing until he struck—then the heavens trembled and the cosmos changed!

That golden magic hand resembled the hand of a celestial deity, descending to crush Xiao Chen.

“How is this possible!” Xiao Chen roared in fury.

Yet he was not entirely powerless—he surged his magic power in desperation.

“Azure Dragon Shatters Heaven Fist!”

Xiao Chen concentrated his magic power into his fist and launched a devastating strike.

With a dragon’s roar, a spectral azure dragon surged forth alongside his punch.

Yet…

It was useless!

BOOM!

Like thunderclaps colliding or celestial bodies crashing!

The golden hand obliterated the spectral dragon with effortless destruction.

Then, undiminished, it slammed into Xiao Chen.

SPLAT!

Xiao Chen felt as if a primordial giant elephant had kicked him—he spat blood uncontrollably.

His body flew backward like a severed kite, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Silence…

All the Jun family youths stared in stunned disbelief at the scene.

Though they knew Xiao Chen’s challenge was foolish, none expected such utter domination.

This wasn’t a duel—it was outright annihilation, total humiliation!

“My god, the Divine Son has already reached the Ninth Layer of the Divine Palace! Does that mean he’s about to break into the True Spirit Realm?”

“Incredible—Xiao Chen may not be much, but in the outside world, he’s a renowned prodigy. Yet the Divine Son crushed him with one palm.”

“Don’t forget—the Divine Son is only eight. Xiao Chen is fifteen or sixteen—twice his age—and still lost. I’m embarrassed for him!”

After the brief shock, a wave of stunned exclamations erupted.

Countless sarcastic remarks targeted Xiao Chen.

Even Bai Yuer covered her red lips with her jade hand, her crimson eyes wide.

She knew Jun Xiaoyao would win, but not this decisively.

Before him, Xiao Chen had no strength to resist.

Bai Yuer’s gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao glowed with renewed admiration.

“How is this possible? How could this happen?”

Not just others—even Xiao Chen, sprawled in the crater, was dazed.

Shouldn’t it have been him, the protagonist, rising up to crush Jun Xiaoyao underfoot and make Bai Yuer regret her life?

Why was he the one lying defeated?

“I let you strike first to give you a chance to struggle—otherwise it’d be too dull. But now I see, I overestimated you,” Jun Xiaoyao said, shaking his head in disappointment.

He’d thought Xiao Chen might offer some amusement, some challenge.

Yet he remained just as pathetic.

“Jun Xiaoyao, don’t get arrogant—our duel isn’t over!” Xiao Chen’s face flushed crimson with shame and rage.

When the protagonist is enraged, his power surges—this is an eternal truth.

Xiao Chen was no exception.

He struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his lips.

A terrifying aura of dragon energy stirred and rose within him.

Xiao Chen’s cultivation base began climbing rapidly.

Divine Palace Second Layer!

Divine Palace Third Layer!

Divine Palace Fourth Layer!

Divine Palace Fifth Layer!

Divine Palace Sixth Layer!

In mere moments, Xiao Chen’s cultivation surged five sub-realm levels.

This sight startled the surrounding Jun family youths.

“Huh, this Azure Dragon Kingdom prince has some tricks.”

In the void, Elder Jun Zhantian and several other clan elders watched intently.

Jun Zhantian murmured in surprise: “Interesting—this boy carries dragon energy, blessed with fortune and destiny. A fine prospect.”

“Heh, too bad he provoked your grandson. His fate won’t be pleasant,” another elder chuckled.

So what if he carried dragon energy?

Jun Xiaoyao possessed the primordial holy body that shattered ten cosmic chains from birth.

Seeing Xiao Chen’s state, Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

“He’s hacking right in front of me?”

Jun Xiaoyao himself was a massive hack user—he knew this game inside out.

Hacking right in front of a master hacker? That’s like teaching an old man to suck eggs.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you didn’t expect this, did you? Thought you were invincible? Watch me crush you with one move!”

“Azure Dragon Heavenly Throne Seal!”

With his cultivation surging, dragon energy erupted into the void, coalescing into a colossal seal that suppressed all realms.

This was the martial technique he had trained obsessively in recent times.

Originally, this move was his ultimate secret—meant to be held back.

But Jun Xiaoyao’s power exceeded his expectations.

Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to reveal his trump card.

“Jun Xiaoyao, kneel before me!”

Xiao Chen leapt into the air, controlling the Azure Dragon Heavenly Throne Seal as it descended toward Jun Xiaoyao!

He intended to crush Jun Xiaoyao to his knees!

Jun Xiaoyao gazed calmly at Xiao Chen, face flushed with fervor, desperate to subdue him.

“Tragic…”

He shook his head lightly, raising his hand—endless golden magic power surged like an ocean, forming countless divine weapons.

Swords, spears, blades, halberds, axes, yuè, hooks, forks…

Tens of thousands of golden divine weapons coalesced around Jun Xiaoyao.

He looked like the sovereign of all weapons, the king of divine arms.

This was the Jun family’s ultimate technique: the Art of War’s Might!

“Go!”

Jun Xiaoyao thrust his hand forward—tens of thousands of divine weapons merged into a torrent capable of splitting heaven and earth, surging toward Xiao Chen!

“How?!” Xiao Chen’s face twisted in shock.

He gritted his teeth, forcing the great seal downward.

BOOM!

The collision shook the cosmos!

The Azure Dragon Heavenly Throne Seal shattered instantly beneath the storm of divine weapons.

Xiao Chen’s face turned ashen—he activated his movement technique to retreat, but still took multiple hits.

SPLAT!

Blood sprayed!

Wounds gashed his shoulder, thigh, and waist—deep enough to reveal bone, blood gushing.

His body tumbled from the sky, crashing hard to the ground—hair disheveled, drenched in blood, utterly broken.

“That’s it?”

Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly, gazing at Xiao Chen.

AHHH!

Hearing this, Xiao Chen’s rage surged into his heart—he spat a gout of his own heart’s blood!

Shame!

Extreme shame!

Xiao Chen’s eyes turned bloodshot; his peripheral vision caught Bai Yuer.

Her expression held disappointment, tinged with a thread of pity and sympathy.

This made Xiao Chen, with his strong sense of pride, feel as if needles were piercing his heart—agonizingly so!

“Beyond people stand greater people; beyond heaven lies higher heaven. Before this Divine Son, whether you are a dragon, you must coil; whether you are a tiger, you must lie prostrate!”

Jun Xiaoyao gazed down from above, like a son of the gods, speaking coldly.