Chapter 29: It

“How is this possible? Your strength!”

Ye Xingyun let out a roar.

Feeling Jun Xiaoyao’s aura, his scalp felt like it was about to explode!

Horror!

Shock!

Unbelievable!

Is this really called ordinary?

Ye Xingyun’s heart was screaming curses.

Not just him—all the guests around stood frozen as if turned to stone.

Jun Xiaoyao’s use of “ordinary” was truly inspired.

Ye Xingyun’s heart trembled violently, but he was still a prodigy of the Ancient Ye Clan, his mental fortitude strong—he reacted immediately.

“Star-Picking Hand!”

Ye Xingyun unleashed his ultimate technique without reservation.

He had wanted to test the waters earlier, but now there was no need.

He reached out, and surging starlight magic coalesced into a radiant, luminous giant hand, sparkling with starlight as if etched with the orbits of countless stars.

This was a divine art only the Star Sovereign Body could wield—immensely powerful.

The star giant hand collided with Jun Xiaoyao’s palm.

Golden magic surged like a tidal wave, shattering the star hand and striking straight at Ye Xingyun.

Crack!

Amid a chorus of bone-snapping sounds, Ye Xingyun was blasted out of the hall, leaving a trail across the floor.

The entire hall fell silent.

Seeing Ye Xingyun lying outside the hall, coughing blood uncontrollably, many young prodigies felt every hair on their bodies stand on end.

Their gazes toward Jun Xiaoyao now carried outright fear.

Monster!

A true, genuine monster!

Ye Xingyun was no mere nobody—he was a prodigy of the Ancient Ye Clan, and he possessed the Star Sovereign Body.

How could a young prodigy like him be slapped away by Jun Xiaoyao, who was only ten years old? What else could this be but a monster?

Even Jiang Luoli, Jiang Shengyi, and others stared with open mouths, unable to believe what they saw.

But then, Jiang Luoli’s luminous eyes sparkled with growing fascination.

Her ideal partner’s first requirement was obvious: he must be handsome—that was most important.

If he was also incredibly powerful, then it would be perfect.

Jun Xiaoyao perfectly matched Jiang Luoli’s image of her destined one.

Jiang Shengyi’s clear eyes also flickered with unusual emotion.

“That golden blood qi—it truly is the Ancient Holy Body,” Jiang Shengyi thought inwardly.

Not just her—many prominent figures in the hall also flashed sharp glances, recognizing it.

“So it really is the Ancient Holy Body. No wonder it triggered the Ten Thousand Sages Paying Homage phenomenon ten years ago.”

“After all, it’s the human holy body—but wasn’t the Ancient Holy Body rumored to have become useless and obsolete? Why is Jun Xiaoyao still so powerful?”

“Could the Jun Clan have poured vast resources into helping Jun Xiaoyao break several locks?”

“Likely—but even then, the path of the Ancient Holy Body is still short-lived.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s display left almost everyone certain: his body was the unparalleled Ancient Holy Body.

In the Ancient Era, the Ancient Holy Body could rival emperors and battle ancient sovereigns.

But in the recent era, its status had become awkward.

Though still ranked among the top ten of the three thousand body types,

Its intimidating power had long since faded compared to the Ancient Era.

“You’re the Ancient Holy Body!”

Outside the hall, Ye Xingyun struggled to his feet, his chest searing with pain.

But he was still the Star Sovereign Body—his constitution far stronger than ordinary prodigies.

“I told you, there’s no need for a match—the outcome was never in doubt,” Jun Xiaoyao said, shaking his head slightly.

“It’s not over—I wasn’t prepared before,” Ye Xingyun gritted his teeth, unwilling to surrender so humiliated.

“Young Master, you…” His old servant Fu Bo hesitated, words caught in his throat.

“Dispersing Stars Finger!”

Ye Xingyun erupted into action, thrusting one finger forward.

Instantly, starlight converged into an ancient finger, as if capable of crushing stars beyond the heavens.

“Boring,” Jun Xiaoyao reached out and slapped again.

Golden blood qi surged forth, forming a golden magic palm that shattered the finger outright.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized—magic surged, coalescing into a purple-black spear wreathed in hellish infernal flame.

It was the ultimate technique from Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell: the Spear of the Underworld God.

Jun Xiaoyao hurled the Spear of the Underworld God.

The void shrieked, rippling with shockwaves!

Torrents of underworld flame pierced straight toward Ye Xingyun!

Feeling the spear’s power, Ye Xingyun’s face twisted again in alarm.

“Star Shield!”

Ye Xingyun summoned a royal-grade weapon—a shield shimmering with starlight.

Yet what followed drew a collective gasp.

The Spear of the Underworld God, empowered by four hundred million jin of force, pierced straight through the Star Shield, shattering it into fragments.

Fear surged across Ye Xingyun’s face.

Jun Xiaoyao’s techniques filled him with dread, sending chills down his spine.

“Star-Swallowing Black Hole Palm!”

Ye Xingyun unleashed his ultimate trump card, pushing his unique starlight sea in the dantian to its limit.

He slammed his palm forward, manifesting a black hole.

The Spear of the Underworld God was swallowed whole by the black hole.

But Ye Xingyun suffered backlash—reeling back dozens of steps, spewing blood, his arm trembling violently.

“It’s over.”

Jun Xiaoyao activated the Divine Warfare Scripture again.

Endless golden light surged, transforming into ten thousand divine weapons—swords, spears, blades, axes, halberds, hooks, forks—dense as a flood, roaring through the void, slicing space apart.

The power made the young prodigies of many sects pale, their hearts chilled with terror.

“Star True Body!”

Seeing this, Ye Xingyun roared to the heavens, abandoning all suppression of his realm.

His True Spirit Realm fifth-layer cultivation base erupted.

He knew—if he kept suppressing his realm, he’d be crushed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao’s expression didn’t flicker.

He too fully revealed his cultivation base.

Boom!

True Spirit Realm ninth-layer power surged forth, golden magic rising like blazing flames!

“This… this is True Spirit Realm ninth-layer!”

“How is this possible? Jun Xiaoyao is only ten years old!”

When Jun Xiaoyao’s cultivation fully erupted, everyone in the hall gasped in shock, as if seeing a ghost!

Ye Xingyun himself froze, his heart turning cold.

Jun Xiaoyao was younger than him—and higher in realm.

Most importantly—he was even more handsome than him!

Tell me, was Ye Xingyun angry or not?

Boom!

As their techniques clashed, the outcome was inevitable.

The Ancient Holy Body could firmly suppress Ye Xingyun’s Star Sovereign Body.

Jun Xiaoyao’s realm was also higher.

In the end, Ye Xingyun spat blood, his chest bones shattered, his body riddled with bleeding wounds, flung like a torn sack back out of the hall.

“Young Master!” Fu Bo paled, rushing to check on Ye Xingyun.

After examining him, Fu Bo exhaled slightly in relief.

Though Ye Xingyun was severely injured, his foundation remained intact.

Ye Xingyun’s face was deathly pale, staring at Jun Xiaoyao with bitter resentment.

“Xiaoyao brother is so handsome!”

Jiang Luoli’s lovely eyes sparkled with little stars as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao, drooling like a fangirl.

She didn’t even glance at Ye Xingyun once.

Seeing this, Ye Xingyun felt a surge of blood to his heart, his rage rushing to his head, and he fainted outright.

In the instant of fainting, Ye Xingyun’s consciousness seemed to arrive at a strange place; before him stood a vast, majestic star palace, towering amid the cosmos and stars.

Before the star palace, a silhouette clad in sun, moon, and stars stood with his back turned, as if standing atop all heavens!

But before Ye Xingyun could examine it further, his consciousness plunged fully into darkness.