Chapter 62: The Shock: Xiao Chen

In just a few breaths, the situation changed multiple times.

At first, even Wu Mingyue hadn’t expected Xiao Chen to choose to strike and kill Jun Wanjie.

Yaozhidao ， Nakeshijunjiadetianjiaoxulie 。

If one were to die, the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm would shake.

Moreover, if Jun Wanjie had died in a normal duel or contest, the Jun Clan might not have been overly enraged.

But now, Jun Wanjie was bound by the Golden Binding Rope.

If he truly died, not only would Xiao Chen be finished.

Even Wu Mingyue herself, and behind her the Panwu Divine Dynasty, would be implicated.

Wu Mingyue hadn’t anticipated Xiao Chen would act so impulsively, disregarding the consequences.

She hadn’t expected either that the gentle, handsome young man who always wore a warm smile could harbor such ruthless, sinister depths.

But before Wu Mingyue could recover, she saw Xiao Chen already knocked to the ground.

She also heard that voice.

“Could it be… the one from the Jun Clan has arrived?” Wu Mingyue’s eyes trembled slightly as she looked.

A white-robed, peerless figure shrouded in divine radiance slowly stepped forward.

His divine bearing was exquisite, his bones like jade infused with spirit—like a being perfectly sculpted by heaven’s own hands.

Who else could it be but Jun Xiaoyao?

“It’s Jun Xiaoyao!” Long Bichi’s face tightened, her vigilance rising to its peak.

Wu Mingyue also drew a deep breath, surprised it was truly the Jun Clan’s Divine Son who had arrived.

“Young Master!” Jun Wanjie’s face lit up with relief.

He had already secretly sent word to Jun Xiaoyao the moment he saw the dragon bones.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew the location and came alone directly.

He hadn’t expected to witness Xiao Chen committing murder.

“Jun Xiaoyao!”

Xiao Chen rose to his feet, wiped blood from his lips with one hand, his expression grotesque and terrifying—as if facing his destined mortal enemy.

The hatred and fury radiating from him were palpable to anyone.

Seeing this, Wu Mingyue’s spirit trembled; she recalled again Xiao Chen’s past confessions to her.

“Xiao Chen, your mortal enemy… isn’t it… Jun Xiaoyao?” Wu Mingyue couldn’t help asking.

“Hmph, who else could it be? I, Xiao Chen, swore an oath—I will repay this debt within three years!” Xiao Chen coldly roared.

He was no longer the weak, broken boy he once was.

Now, he had the confidence to face Jun Xiaoyao.

Of course, the safest course would still be to assimilate the Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone before challenging Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, it seemed there was no chance left.

Hearing Xiao Chen’s words, Wu Mingyue’s mind roared, her face instantly paling.

She had previously thought that if she encountered Xiao Chen’s mortal enemy, she wouldn’t mind helping him eliminate them outright.

As the eldest princess of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, there were few people or forces in the Huangtian Immortal Realm who could make her hesitate.

With just a word from her, a major power could be wiped out effortlessly.

But now that Xiao Chen’s mortal enemy had appeared—could she eliminate him?

This wasn’t a matter of whether she could or couldn’t.

It was a matter of utter impossibility.

Not even she, as the eldest princess of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Even the true sovereign of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, the Supreme Sovereign, dared not personally strike at Jun Xiaoyao.

The ancestral elders buried in the Jun Clan’s ancestral shrine weren’t idle.

A single Eighteenth Ancestor was enough to intimidate half the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

“How could this be? Why him of all people?” A profound sense of helplessness suddenly surged in Wu Mingyue’s heart.

For even the eldest princess of an immortal divine dynasty to feel this helpless—Jun Xiaoyao’s status, across the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm, was among the most exalted.

Jun Xiaoyao paid little heed to Xiao Chen; his gaze fell instead upon the five dragon bones.

Of the four ancient dragon bones, Jun Xiaoyao merely glanced at them briefly.

His eyes locked onto the Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone.

“Excellent. A Supreme bone infused with Ancestral Dragon blood—even in the Ancestral Dragon Nest, there are few such specimens.”

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, showing satisfaction.

This Xiao Chen truly was his lucky star.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you knew I entered the Yuan Tian Supreme Relic all along?” Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

“What do you think?” Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a smile.

“But you didn’t act then—just to let me find the opportunity, then come behind me to pluck the fruit?” Xiao Chen’s face darkened with fury.

“It seems you’re not entirely foolish.” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Jun Xiaoyao!” Xiao Chen’s fury reached its peak; he let out a long roar and unleashed his full power.

“Azure Dragon Subduing Demons!”

Xiao Chen formed hand seals and thrust forward; a spectral azure dragon appeared, coiled end to end, forming a mountain of dragon flesh that crashed down upon Jun Xiaoyao!

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was calm; he raised his hand and punched—simply, effortlessly.

A golden fist imprint struck the Azure Dragon Mountain and shattered it in a single blow.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen’s face paled again, disbelief gripping him.

This was one of his most powerful techniques from the Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Scripture—and Jun Xiaoyao shattered it with one punch!?

“Xiao Chen, stop deluding yourself. You know full well you’ll spend your entire life looking up at my back.”

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he raised his hand again, pressing down upon Xiao Chen.

“Immovable Azure Dragon Bell!” Xiao Chen, seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s move, felt every hair on his body stand on end; he hastily activated his ultimate defense technique.

Instantly, a spectral colossal bell, etched with azure dragon patterns, enveloped his body.

“Pathetic…”

Jun Xiaoyao infused his strike with seventy thousand giant elephant particles, unleashing seven hundred million jin of divine power in a torrential surge!

BOOM!

Dust exploded outward, and from within came the sound of spitting blood.

“Xiao Chen!”

Seeing this, Wu Mingyue’s face changed instantly.

As the dust cleared, Xiao Chen’s form emerged.

The Immovable Azure Dragon Bell he had summoned offered no resistance to Jun Xiaoyao’s palm.

Now, Xiao Chen lay collapsed in a crack in the earth, his azure scales shattered, blood gushing, bones broken beyond count.

Fortunately, the Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Scripture granted immense physical reinforcement—otherwise, he would have been crushed to death by a single blow.

Even so, he had lost nearly half his life.

Seeing this, Long Bichi’s expression grew even more grim.

Jun Xiaoyao walked to Jun Wanjie’s side, casually unleashed divine energy, and tore apart the Golden Binding Rope.

“A decent treasure.” Jun Xiaoyao held the Golden Binding Rope, his gaze turning toward it.

Wu Mingyue landed beside Xiao Chen, helped him up, her face filled with anxious concern.

Jun Xiaoyao watched this scene with keen interest.

“Young Master, that woman’s technique is from the Panwu Divine Dynasty,” Jun Wanjie said beside him.

“Oh? The Panwu Divine Dynasty?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes brightened slightly, then turned playful.

He hadn’t forgotten the sign-in quest still pending in the Panwu Mausoleum.

And to rapidly awaken his second Sacred Body phenomenon, he needed to visit the Panwu Mausoleum.

But before dealing with Xiao Chen and this woman, Jun Xiaoyao still had to resolve one small nuisance.

His gaze shifted to Long Bichi, whose expression flickered uncertainly.

“Long Bichi, are you still standing there like a fool? Do you not wish to live?”