Chapter 292

The matter of the challenge at Wenda Mountain has now come to an end.

Princess Long Ji and others directly departed on the Dragon Palace, not lingering a moment longer.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest and other ancient imperial clans also wore expressions of bitter frustration, their faces darkened to the extreme.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, who could have imagined Princess Long Ji would be defeated so utterly?

The beings of the Ancestral Dragon Nest and other celestial valley imperial clans also departed without delay, slinking away in disgrace.

The Fallen God Palace was equally grim-faced.

Prince of the Fallen God had died because of Jun Xiaoyao; they had come here intending to watch Jun Xiaoyao humiliated.

Instead, they witnessed Jun Xiaoyao displaying divine might.

Such terrifying strength explains why Prince of the Fallen God perished—he died without injustice.

Among the elders and disciples of the Ancient Wilderness Ji Clan and Ancient Wilderness Ye Clan, their eyes carried solemnity.

Though they had no deep enmity with the Jun Clan, they were still rivals.

With Jun Xiaoyao, this anomaly of heaven and earth, existing among them, future opportunities—including the opening of the Emperor's Path—would no longer favor their own prodigies.

Jun Xiaoyao alone was enough to render all other prodigies of this great age utterly dim and obscure.

The Wang Clan of the North also felt a tinge of gravity.

"He's this strong? But it doesn't matter—my brother will certainly not be weaker than him." Wang Gang's face tightened as he murmured inwardly.

His brother, Wang Teng, possessed the bearing of an Emperor, hailed as the Young Emperor.

Though Jun Xiaoyao's performance had stunned Wang Gang, he still trusted his brother.

Around them, all factions except the ancient imperial clans remained, unwilling to disperse.

They were still immersed in the overwhelming aura Jun Xiaoyao had just displayed.

From the Panwu Divine Dynasty side, a general shifted his expression and approached Wu Mingyue: "Your Highness, the Pan Emperor Sword…"

The general's intent was clearly to urge Wu Mingyue to speak, hoping to reclaim the Pan Emperor Sword.

After all, it was the imperial weapon of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Wu Mingyue had once been close to Jun Xiaoyao when they were at the Holy Spirit Academy's Holy Spirit City.

They believed Wu Mingyue and Jun Xiaoyao might have already reconciled.

In truth, no one knew the true relationship between Wu Mingyue and Jun Xiaoyao: master and slave.

Though Jun Xiaoyao had removed Wu Mingyue's slave seal, she still maintained the posture of a maid and slave.

"No need to say more—I will not speak. If it were you, would you willingly give up an imperial weapon you've acquired?"

Wu Mingyue's words left the general speechless.

Indeed.

Though the Pan Emperor Sword was nominally the property of the Panwu Divine Dynasty,

now, it was in Jun Xiaoyao's possession.

To demand Jun Xiaoyao surrender the imperial weapon with just a word was naively unrealistic.

Jun Xiaoyao's peripheral vision had noticed this.

His gaze flickered slightly as he turned to Jun Zhantian and the clan elders: "Grandfather, all clan elders, I will hand this Pan Emperor Sword over to the family."

With that, Jun Xiaoyao immediately summoned the Pan Emperor Sword and passed it to Jun Zhantian.

"This…"

The many Jun clan elders froze, their expressions momentarily stunned.

Had Jun Xiaoyao not spoken, no one would have forced him to surrender the imperial weapon to the family.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao had voluntarily given it up.

Jun Zhantian's aged eyes flickered—he understood Jun Xiaoyao's intent.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao had surrendered the imperial weapon before the eyes of all.

First, to distance himself from trouble.

After all, no one would carry an imperial weapon around constantly.

It was like a man hauling a mountain of gold wherever he went.

Though due to Jun Xiaoyao's status, no one dared openly seize it,

one fears not theft, but the lingering desire for it.

Who could guarantee that some deranged powerhouse wouldn't risk everything to steal the imperial weapon?

Even with A Jiu guarding him, absolute safety could not be guaranteed.

Second, to silence the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Jun Xiaoyao had given the imperial weapon to the Jun Clan.

Now, the Panwu Divine Dynasty could only confront the Jun Clan.

With the Jun Clan's depth, they clearly had no fear of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

In doing so, Jun Xiaoyao had completely shed the burden.

Moreover, continuously wielding the imperial weapon would hinder Jun Xiaoyao's own cultivation advancement.

No matter how powerful the imperial weapon, it was still an external tool.

Jun Xiaoyao's true foundation lay in his own strength.

"Very well, Xiaoyao, the family will temporarily safeguard this imperial weapon for you." Jun Zhantian accepted the Pan Emperor Sword.

The clan elders' faces beamed like blooming chrysanthemums.

Jun Xiaoyao had not only brought honor to the Jun Clan, but also delivered such a rare and precious imperial weapon.

Of course, the Pan Emperor Sword still belonged to Jun Xiaoyao—only temporarily held by the Jun Clan.

"Now, who dares say Xiaoyao hasn't contributed to the family?" Jun Zhantian snorted, immensely proud of his grandson.

Jun Daolin, Jun Xiyu, and other sequence prodigies lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Previously, when Jun Xiaoyao received the Jun Clan's resources for cultivation, they had resented him, believing he had done nothing for the family.

But now?

He had not only elevated the Jun Clan's prestige but also gifted them an imperial weapon unmatched in the world.

No other Jun Clan prodigy could have achieved this.

Instantly, the few Jun Clan prodigies who had resented Jun Xiaoyao bowed their heads in shame.

On the Panwu Divine Dynasty side, the general watched Jun Xiaoyao hand the imperial weapon to the Jun Clan; his face darkened with utter helplessness.

Had Jun Xiaoyao retained the weapon, perhaps they might have negotiated.

Now, who would dare approach the Jun Clan to demand the sword?

"Hahaha, the Holy Son's strength is truly formidable—today has been truly eye-opening!" From the Holy Spirit Academy side, the Grand Elder chuckled.

He now truly believed the Academy Head and others had made an utterly wise decision.

Jun Xiaoyao was still the Holy Spirit Academy's Holy Son, still connected to the Academy.

With Jun Xiaoyao, this future supreme powerhouse, the Holy Spirit Academy was now as stable as a mountain.

Hua Xiqing's beautiful eyes shimmered with intense admiration—today's battle had deepened her devotion to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled; he understood well his importance to the Holy Spirit Academy now.

"Alright, everyone, you've seen enough spectacle—disperse now." Jun Xiaoyao surveyed the surroundings.

He knew many present had come deliberately to witness the Jun Clan's humiliation.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't care—so long as one's strength was sufficient, all petty foes would be silenced.

"Haha, the Divine Son's might is astonishing!"

"Indeed, in the future, the young generation of the Immortal Realm will surely revere the Divine Son as their leader."

Around them, elders and cultivators from various factions bowed respectfully, their tones dripping with flattery.

Today's battle would undoubtedly stir a colossal uproar across the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Soon after, Jun Xiaoyao and the others returned together to the Jun Clan.

Jiang Shengyi and the Jiang family also accompanied them.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao's divine display brought honor to the Jiang Clan as well.

The remaining factions dispersed Gezi.

But within days, the Wenda Mountain challenge ignited a colossal storm across the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao had utterly shattered everyone's understanding.

A contemporary prodigy had defeated an ancient anomaly.

In past eras, this would have been nearly impossible.

Yet now, it stood vividly before their eyes.

"Indeed, with the Great Struggle Age begun, all manner of prodigies and anomalies have emerged."

"Jun Clan's Divine Son is surely the greatest anomaly—his aura feels as if he has stepped beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements."

"The Ancestral Dragon Nest and other ancient imperial clans have lost all face—how will they respond?"

"Don't forget, the Ancestral Dragon Nest still has one forbidden primordial ancestor in seclusion."

"You mean… Long Ao Tian?"