Chapter 252

It was hard to imagine that this famed Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

He stared at the Pan Emperor's Sword of Years and Pan Emperor's Sword of Void in Jun Xiaoyao's hands, and instantly understood everything.

Jun Xiaoyao had been scheming against him all along.

Perhaps even during the Panwu Divine Dynasty, Jun Xiaoyao had already set his sights on the Pan Emperor Swords.

He, Yang Pan, had become nothing more than Jiucai.

Now, with the timing right, Jun Xiaoyao had begun the harvest.

I have to admit, Jun Xiaoyao's calculations were utterly brilliant!

"Jun Xiaoyao, so from beginning to end, your target was the Pan Emperor Swords!" Yang Pan gritted his teeth.

He had no idea when Jun Xiaoyao had acquired the Pan Emperor's Sword of Years.

Jun Xiaoyao had never publicly revealed it in the Immortal Realm.

"It seems you're not entirely foolish." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a glint of cold mockery.

Yang Pan, realizing too late, had lost all opportunity.

"These Pan Emperor Swords belong to the Panwu Divine Dynasty—aren't you afraid of provoking their fury by taking them?" Yang Pan, with no other choice, tried to invoke the Panwu Divine Dynasty's name.

"Do you think I care?"

Jun Xiaoyao found it laughable.

Hearing this, Yang Pan's heart sank to the lowest depths.

Indeed, at the Imperial Son-in-Law Selection, Jun Xiaoyao's guardian had directly killed a Panwu Divine Dynasty Imperial Prince.

And hadn't the Panwu Divine Dynasty simply swallowed their rage and said nothing?

The Panwu Divine Dynasty simply lacked the courage to oppose the Jun Clan.

Thinking of this, Yang Pan felt a wave of helplessness.

Fa Hai felt the same emotion.

He had left Little Western Heaven with grand ambitions.

But his first stop, the Heavenly Dao Tower, ended in disaster—he was brutally crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, having gained a chance in the Mortal Realm and fully awakened his Buddha Body with a Demon Heart, he still wasn't a match for Jun Xiaoyao's single blow.

This opponent was too terrifying—truly invincible.

Jun Xiaoyao spoke no words—he raised his sword and struck.

His cultivation base was already prodigious; with the Pan Emperor Swords amplifying him, he became even more formidable.

The Pan Emperor's Sword of Void slashed lightly, shattering the void for ten thousand li.

The Pan Emperor's Sword of Years swung horizontally, spreading the power of time, dissolving all things.

Under Jun Xiaoyao's assault, Yang Pan and Fa Hai were merely struggling in their final moments.

Even if they unleashed their full strength and resisted with all they had, they could not oppose Jun Xiaoyao.

They did possess some protective treasures.

But under Jun Xiaoyao's ferocious assault, these treasures turned to ash.

Finally, Yang Pan let out a roar and pushed the Pan Emperor's Sword of Life to its limit, desperate to fight to the death.

He was instantly beheaded by Jun Xiaoyao's sword, blood spraying across the sky!

Yang Pan's head soared high, his twisted face still twisted with rage, resentment, and despair.

He had begun as a stable boy, his fortune exploding, rising steadily to become Marquis of the Immortal Divine Dynasty.

His path had been smooth until he met Jun Xiaoyao in the Zhuque Ancient Nation.

His fate turned there.

Again and again, he had been humiliated and defeated by Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, he had lost even his life to Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Fa Hai's Demon Heart nearly shattered—his fighting spirit vanished, and he turned to flee.

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed the Killing Immortal Sword Art, his sword qi stretching across ten thousand li of heaven.

Fa Hai used every technique he had, yet before this sword, he was as fragile as paper—his body torn apart, blood exploding!

Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty!

Buddhist Son of Little Western Heaven!

Both were slain!

One could imagine the shock this news would bring if it reached the Immortal Realm.

For the Panwu Divine Dynasty was an Immortal Dynasty, and Little Western Heaven an Immortal Sect.

Previously, the Fallen God Son of the Fallen God Palace had indirectly died at Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

Add Little Western Heaven and the Panwu Divine Dynasty, along with the earlier Demon God Palace,

and Jun Xiaoyao had, in this single descent to the Mortal Realm, provoked four Immortal Powers.

This didn't even count the ancient Imperial Clans—if included, the number would be greater.

Any other heir of an Immortal Power would never dare such a thing—they'd be terrified.

But Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

Killing these two was like slaughtering two dogs—no great disturbance stirred within him.

Jun Xiaoyao had the confidence to kill!

Two of the three ancient Yu families were his backing.

Behind him stood the Sacred Spirit Academy, whose disciples spread across the Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao had nothing to fear!

After witnessing Jun Xiaoyao swiftly eliminate these two, nearby prodigies scattered like startled birds and beasts, fearing retribution.

Jun Xiaoyao activated the Devouring Soul Demon Art, transforming Fa Hai's entire body and essence into pure energy.

After all, the energy of a Buddha Body with a Demon Heart was still immensely potent.

He gestured, and the Pan Emperor's Sword of Life flew through the air into his hand.

Thus, Jun Xiaoyao had fully gathered all three Pan Emperor Swords.

He could feel the deep connection between them.

Then Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized the Sacrificial Divine Edict as well.

He unleashed divine power and crushed it with a single grip!

This Heaven-ordained treasure of the Hidden Dragon Continent shattered with a crisp crack!

Then boundless world-origin energy erupted like a geyser.

Finally, it condensed into a golden sphere of world-origin energy, faintly wreathed in imperial dragon qi.

It was the world-origin of the Hidden Dragon Continent.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled and took it.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had collected the world-origin of five continents: Tianxuan, Starry, Sennuo, Wanxiang, and Hidden Dragon.

This meant he alone held half of the Mortal Realm's Ten Earth Origins!

"One step closer to gathering all Ten World Origins," Jun Xiaoyao murmured with a faint smile.

This time, his gains were immense—he acquired the Pan Emperor's Sword of Life and the Pan Emperor's Sword of Void, along with the Hidden Dragon Continent's world-origin.

He had also eliminated Yang Pan and Fa Hai, two minor nuisances.

This feeling of harvesting Jiucai was too satisfying—it was addictive.

At this moment, Jiang Luoli rushed toward Jun Xiaoyao like a swallow returning to its nest, clinging tightly to him, her slender arms wrapped firmly around him.

"Wu-wu, Brother Xiaoyao, it's all because Luoli is so foolish—she's dragged you down…"

"Don't ever sacrifice yourself for Luoli again—Luoli isn't worth it!"

Jiang Luoli buried her face in Jun Xiaoyao's chest, tears falling like rain.

Seeing Jiang Luoli's reaction, Jun Xiaoyao was momentarily stunned.

He had entered the Ancient Void Peng's body solely to locate the Pan Emperor's Sword of Void.

It had little to do with Jiang Luoli.

Watching her so moved, so overwhelmed with emotion, Jun Xiaoyao didn't know what to say.

Was this unintentional flirting?

But Jun Xiaoyao had never intended such a thing.

It was merely an accidental blessing.

"Enough crying—it was nothing, don't dwell on it," Jun Xiaoyao said, gently patting Jiang Luoli's head.

This warm head-pat made the little girl burst into louder sobs, filled with guilt and self-reproach, her long eyelashes soaked in tears.

Only after experiencing loss can one truly cherish.

When Jun Xiaoyao had been swallowed, Jiang Luoli truly believed she would never see him again.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly, helpless.

The most effective weapon against a stoic man is a girl's tears.