Chapter 248: Yang Pan and Fa Hai Join Forces Against Jun Xiaoyao, Still Powerless to Resist, Fang Han Turns Coat

In the distant sky, three figures arrived.

It was Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Luoli, and Fang Han.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yang Pan and Fa Hai.

These two had long harbored grudges against him.

Cold light stirred in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Within this Ten Realms Rift, protectors could not enter, so Yang Pan and Fa Hai had come in alone.

If so, it was time to settle this once and for all.

As for how the Panwu Divine Dynasty and the Lesser Western Heaven would react after killing them, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care at all.

He would never let their backgrounds stop him from striking them down.

Cutting the grass and rooting out the weeds—Jun Xiaoyao had to do it when necessary.

Feeling the faint killing intent spreading from Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yang Pan and Fa Hai's expressions subtly changed.

Even though they had gained many opportunities in the lower realms and greatly increased their strength,

the peerless white-robed Jun Xiaoyao still filled them with an unfathomable sense of dread.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was as deep as the ocean, inscrutable, his limits unknown.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, Fang Han's gaze flickered almost imperceptibly toward Yang Pan, his eyes gleaming with strange light.

"Even if ants form an alliance, they are still just ants. Today, let us settle this utterly." Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

He had already tangled with Yang Pan and others long enough—it was time to end it.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was icy as he struck directly, his fingers and palms flipping, causing heaven to crack and earth to split, the void itself on the verge of shattering.

"Attack together!" Yang Pan roared.

In the instant Jun Xiaoyao moved, the invincible aura he emitted made Yang Pan's spirit tremble slightly.

He acted decisively without hesitation, calling out to Fa Hai to join forces.

Fa Hai also struck immediately.

At this moment, clinging to one-on-one dueling would be handing Jun Xiaoyao his meal.

Fa Hai clearly understood this, so he joined Yang Pan without delay.

Yang Pan wielded the Shangmang Divine Spear, thrusting it forward like a black demonic dragon, radiating fierce, violent intent.

Fa Hai, meanwhile, formed the Kashyapa Buddha Seal and slammed it forth, divine Buddhist light surging, holy radiance vast and boundless.

"Such formidable strength—is this what the pinnacle prodigies of the Immortal Realm are like?"

Nearby, several lower-realm prodigies, witnessing Yang Pan and Fa Hai's attack, were awestruck.

Though they had good fortune and were among the top in the lower realms, only now, seeing the Immortal Realm prodigies in action, did they grasp the chasm between them.

Among lower-realm prodigies, only the Ten Rebellious Sons had any chance to match the Immortal Realm prodigies.

Watching their attack, Jun Xiaoyao's face remained utterly calm, not a ripple in sight.

His current strength was nearly invincible among his peers in the Immortal Realm.

Only ancient anomalies kept in hiding, or descendants of Emperors and young heirs of ancient Sovereigns, might dare spar with him a few rounds.

Jun Xiaoyao did not unleash any divine technique or move—simply pushed out one palm.

The Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force erupted, divine power surging like a tidal wave.

Seventy-three hundred million jin of divine power surged forth.

What kind of concept was this? It reached a level beyond ordinary comprehension.

In the future, Jun Xiaoyao might even attain Emperorhood through sheer physical might alone.

His body alone could stand against Emperors and Ancient Sovereigns!

BOOM!

As their techniques clashed, Jun Xiaoyao's strike nearly obliterated every attack from Yang Pan and Fa Hai.

Jun Xiaoyao, bare-handed, met Yang Pan's Shangmang Divine Spear.

A peerless force recoiled back along the spear's shaft.

PUFF!

Yang Pan's body was crushed as if by a colossal hammer—he spat blood and was blasted backward.

A cracking sound erupted from his chest—his ribs were shattering.

Had he not been wearing the Tianmang Jiao Divine Armor, this impact alone would have crippled him.

On the other side, Fa Hai's Kashyapa Buddha Seal was instantly erased.

He hastily activated the Lesser Western Heaven's supreme body-refining technique: the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body.

Waves of magic power surged and struck the Sixteen-Foot Golden Body.

Fa Hai also spat blood, his eyes filled with shock.

Neither he nor Yang Pan had expected Jun Xiaoyao's power to have surged so drastically—it was no longer comparable to before.

"Xiaoyao brother is too powerful!" Jiang Luoli's eyes sparkled with admiration.

She did not move to assist, for there was absolutely no need.

Jun Xiaoyao handled the two of them with ease.

"Why does he feel even stronger?"

Behind Jiang Luoli, Fang Han watched the invincible Jun Xiaoyao, his expression darkening to its deepest depths.

Around them, the lower-realm prodigies stared, dumbfounded, speechless.

What does "one mountain towers higher than another" mean?

Here was a vivid example.

To them, Yang Pan and Fa Hai were already immensely strong.

Yet before Jun Xiaoyao, they were both mere children!

"Is that all? Even together, you can't stir the slightest fighting spirit in me." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't grow arrogant!" Yang Pan's eyes turned blood-red as he roared.

He could not endure this humiliation—he unleashed his magic power.

An ancient sword suddenly erupted from his body, radiating boundless life force.

His wounded body began healing rapidly.

"Pan Emperor's Life Sword." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze flickered.

The Pan Emperor's Age Sword was sealed within his space treasure, its aura suppressed.

So neither Yang Pan nor the Pan Emperor's Life Sword could sense it.

"Today, I shall cut you down with this sword!"

This was the first time Yang Pan fully unleashed the Pan Emperor's Life Sword—signifying his absolute resolve to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Fa Hai, too, held nothing back; behind him appeared phantom figures of countless beings paying homage.

Vast waves of faith energy surged.

At the center of the homage, sat a golden Buddha phantom.

But unlike before, this golden Buddha was wreathed in blood-red light.

His front face was the compassionate visage of a Buddha, yet at the back of his skull grew another face—like a demonic demon king from hell.

"Faith energy, Buddha body, demonic heart?" Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Fa Hai.

When he had attacked Fa Hai at the Heavenly Dao Tower, he had sensed something amiss.

He hadn't expected that, with the boost of faith energy, Fa Hai had truly unlocked the full power of Buddha body, demonic heart.

Yet…

Before absolute power, all of this was futile.

"Buddha body, demonic heart—Thousand-Armed Demon Buddha!"

Fa Hai roared, his voice like thunder cracking.

The golden demonic Buddha phantom manifested a thousand arms, all striking toward Jun Xiaoyao in unison.

This Thousand-Armed Demon Buddha's power was Jizhi —its thousand arms striking together seemed ready to shatter the void and heavens.

Meanwhile, Yang Pan controlled the Pan Emperor's Life Sword, its blade blazing with brilliant sword light as he slashed downward—the space before him split like paper.

Facing these two ultimate techniques, Jun Xiaoyao activated his Supreme Bone.

Brilliant, dazzling divine light emerged, coalescing into a colossal hand covered in heavenly runes, crashing down upon them.

Simultaneously, the Devouring Soul Demonic Art was unleashed.

Black holes appeared in the surrounding void, erupting with suction that erased the power of their techniques.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

As if a hundred thousand thunderclaps exploded at once, the sky erupted into a storm.

In this ultimate clash, Fa Hai and Yang Pan both suffered broken bones and torn tendons, spewing blood uncontrollably as they were flung backward.

The terrifying shockwaves never even reached Jun Xiaoyao—they were dissolved by the black hole vortices of the Devouring Soul Demonic Art.

"Boring." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was cold.

For these defeated opponents, the gap between them and Jun Xiaoyao would only widen, never narrow.

"It's over." Jun Xiaoyao's palm descended.

At that moment, Fang Han suddenly moved.

He activated a supreme treasure—the Spirit-Sealing Chain—and bound Jiang Luoli with lightning speed.

He also activated his Golden Finger—the Divine Summoning Edict—hovering above Jiang Luoli's head.

"Jun Xiaoyao, stop! If you move another inch, she'll be dead!"