Chapter 251: One Sword, One Kill: Fang Han—The Price of Angering Jun Xiaoyao Is Death!

The ancient sword's shape was similar to the Panhuang Sword of Ages and the Panhuang Sword of Life.

Yet it was suffused with void energy, flickering in and out of the void.

The entire massive void vortex rotated around the Panhuang Void Sword as its center.

Any being that drew near the Panhuang Void Sword was instantly shredded into fragments.

Probably even Yang Pan had never imagined that the Panhuang Void Sword he so desperately sought was not inside the Void Ancient Palace, but within the body of the ancient Void Whale.

"I possess the Panhuang Sword of Ages, and now the Panhuang Void Sword before me. After killing Yang Pan and seizing the Panhuang Sword of Life, the three swords will unite—and the Emperor Weapon, Panhuang Sword, shall be reborn in my hands!" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed brightly.

An Emperor Weapon is the weapon of an Emperor, its power supreme.

Its deterrent power rivals that of a nuclear weapon.

Probably even Yang Wu's Divine Lord and others of the Yang Wu Divine Dynasty never imagined that the one who truly gathered all pieces of the Emperor Weapon Panhuang Sword was not Yang Pan, but Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's figure darted toward the Panhuang Void Sword.

The Panhuang Void Sword seemed to instinctively sense some danger.

The surrounding void erupted into a storm.

Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of the Panhuang Sword of Ages.

When this power spread outward, the Panhuang Void Sword sensed its same-origin aura and gradually stabilized.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out, magic power surging, and seized the Panhuang Void Sword directly into his hand.

BOOM!

The instant Jun Xiaoyao gripped the Panhuang Void Sword.

He felt as if he sensed boundless spatial energy all around him.

The previously ethereal space now appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes as countless layered dimensions.

He even felt he could effortlessly slash through the void with a single swing of his sword.

"Enough. It's time to leave. I wonder what expression Yang Pan and the others will wear?" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head with a faint smile.

He held the Panhuang Sword of Ages in one hand and the Panhuang Void Sword in the other.

The two swords, side by side, slashed into the depths of the void.

Like Pangu himself, about to cleave heaven and earth.

At the same moment, outside the ancient Void Whale.

At the entrance of the Void Ancient Palace, Yang Pan and Fahai materialized.

Yang Pan's expression was grim.

The Void Ancient Palace did contain many treasures.

But the Panhuang Void Sword was conspicuously absent.

"That can't be right. The resonance I felt earlier was unmistakable—so why isn't it here?" Yang Pan was utterly baffled.

Fahai, by contrast, remained calm and composed.

He felt no regret, and above all, Jun Xiaoyao was dead.

A knot in his heart had been untied.

Yang Pan also realized this, sighing: "Very well. Though we didn't find the Panhuang Void Sword, at least Jun Xiaoyao is dead."

In Yang Pan's eyes, killing Jun Xiaoyao mattered more than obtaining the Panhuang Void Sword.

"I, Jiang Luoli, will never let you go. Never. Even in death, I won't!"

Jiang Luoli's beautiful eyes glowed with bone-chilling cold, as if she had become a darkened little girl.

A chilling aura radiated from her, sending shivers through all who felt it.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to boil, descending into a frenzy.

"No wonder she's one of the top hundred among the Three Thousand Body Types—the Primordial Spirit Dao Body. Even her emotions can disrupt the flow of spiritual energy."

Seeing this, Yang Pan muttered in awe.

Fahai, gazing at Jiang Luoli's snow-white, adorable face, felt dark lust stir in his eyes.

He was a Buddha's body with a demon's heart, and his actions, influenced by his demonic nature, leaned toward the perverse.

"Brother Yang, I think letting this girl go is like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. Why not just…?" Fahai smiled faintly, yet the smile was profoundly sinister.

Yang Pan's eyes flickered at his words.

They had already angered the Jiang Clan; if they angered the Jiang Clan too, the pressure on the Yang Wu Divine Dynasty would be immense.

But then he recalled that even if they spared Jiang Luoli, she would still seek revenge.

If so, it was better to eliminate her decisively.

"Agreed." Yang Pan nodded.

After all, no guardian would be watching inside the Ten Realms Rift.

They advanced toward the bound Jiang Luoli, their faces twisted with sinister smirks.

Jiang Luoli bit her lip, just as she prepared to fight to the death.

Suddenly, the ancient Void Whale began rolling violently through the void, roaring incessantly.

"What's happening?"

Yang Pan, Fahai, Fang Han, and others all felt a jolt of alarm.

Jiang Luoli's slender body trembled, as if she had realized something—her eyes filled with tears of excitement.

"I knew it—Xiaoyao Brother could never die so easily." Jiang Luoli was overjoyed.

As expected, the next moment.

Before the stunned gaze of Yang Pan and the others, a blade of light slashed straight through the ancient Void Whale's body, unleashing a torrent of void energy.

A figure in white robes, peerless and serene, stepped out calmly!

It was Jun Xiaoyao!

"This…?"

Yang Pan and the other two were dumbfounded, mouths agape, minds frozen as if time had halted.

Was this some kind of ghostly nightmare?

Yang Pan had never imagined Jun Xiaoyao could survive being swallowed by the ancient Void Whale.

Yet here he was, calmly slicing through its body and walking out.

It utterly shattered everyone's imagination.

The prodigies watching from afar were likewise petrified, frozen in place.

If Yang Pan's strength was still conceivable,

Jun Xiaoyao's power far exceeded anything they could imagine.

Some even wondered if Jun Xiaoyao was an ancient monster who had reversed aging.

Otherwise, how could he be this strong?

"Xiaoyao Brother!" Jiang Luoli wept with joy.

The feeling of regaining what was lost was overwhelming.

Jun Xiaoyao gave Jiang Luoli a faint nod, then turned to Yang Pan and the others.

Yang Pan, Fahai, and Fang Han's hearts sank slightly.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you…" Yang Pan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

What could he say? Even the ancient Void Whale couldn't kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Unless Jun Xiaoyao killed himself, they had no chance of defeating him.

Fang Han realized this too, shouting: "Jun Xiaoyao, if you dare move, she dies!"

Fang Han's words caused a glacial chill to gather in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

He hated threats above all else.

"Fang Han, you will die." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Fang Han activated the Sacrificial Divine Edict and moved closer to Jiang Luoli.

"Try it, if you dare!" Fang Han's eyes were bloodshot.

Yet he failed to notice that behind him, in the void, an ancient sword had silently materialized.

It was the Panhuang Void Sword!

The Panhuang Void Sword, wielding void energy, could vanish soundlessly into the void—Fang Han detected nothing.

"No!"

Yang Pan's gaze fell on Fang Han, and his face paled.

"Die!"

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao spoke.

The Panhuang Void Sword instantly pierced Fang Han's skull, unleashing sword qi.

Void energy churned wildly, and in an instant, it shredded Fang Han's body and Primordial Spirit into nothingness.

The prodigy Fang Han—dead!

Yang Pan and Fahai, witnessing this, felt their hearts turn icy.

Especially Yang Pan—when he saw the Panhuang Void Sword, his eyes widened, his pupils trembling.

He finally understood why Jun Xiaoyao had been so compliant at first.

Because he had already anticipated that the Panhuang Void Sword might be inside the ancient Void Whale.

All this scheming, it seemed, was Yang Pan and Fang Han plotting against Jun Xiaoyao.

In fact, Jun Xiaoyao had played along with their scheme and turned it against them.

Jun Xiaoyao's cunning and depth of scheming were terrifying.

With a wave of his hand, Jun Xiaoyao seized the Pan Huang Void Sword.

In his other hand, he gripped the Pan Huang Age Sword.

"Have you decided on your final words?" Jun Xiaoyao stood upon the void, dual swords in hand, his gaze holding cold, detached killing intent—like the divine sovereign who judged life and death!

At that moment, Yang Pan and Fa Hai felt endless despair drowning their hearts.

Everything was finished.

The cost of angering Jun Xiaoyao was only one.

That was… death!