Chapter 69: Jun Xiaoyao

Hearing that voice, Ji Xuan’s expression of delight vanished instantly.

Yet he did not panic, merely turning around calmly.

His eyes immediately fell upon Jun Xiaoyao and the others.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, expression composed and unruffled, though his deep eyes gathered coldness.

Ji Xuan’s actions had firmly placed him on Jun Xiaoyao’s opposing side.

Jun Xiaoyao never showed kindness to enemies.

What slightly surprised Jun Xiaoyao was that Ji Xuan showed no great shock or wariness upon seeing him.

Instead, he appeared calm, collected, and utterly confident.

From this alone, one could see the gap between Ji Xuan and Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen, though blessed with great fortune, came from humble origins; though the Azure Dragon Ancient State was a top-tier sect, it clearly could not rival an immortal sect.

Ji Xuan came from an ancient primordial family; in both temperament and vision, he surpassed Xiao Chen.

This piqued Jun Xiaoyao’s interest slightly.

At least, it wouldn’t be too boring.

“Ji Xuan, seeing me appear, you don’t seem surprised?” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

“Jun Xiaoyao, I never wished to oppose you, but you’ve gone too far—do you truly take me for a treasure-hunting rat?” Ji Xuan’s gaze hid sharpness.

“What else? Isn’t that all your worth?” Jun Xiaoyao replied indifferently.

“You—”

Ji Xuan’s eyelid twitched slightly.

As a Young Saint of the Ji family, how had he ever endured such humiliation?

Jun Zhangjian and the others were used to it; though Jun Xiaoyao often appeared as a white-robed transcendental, detached from mortal affairs.

But when it came to verbal sparring, he could drive a man to die on the spot.

Xiao Chen was a tragic victim of such verbal attacks.

“Hah, so even the Jun family’s Divine Son must resort to outnumbering an opponent?”

Ji Xuan’s eyes flickered slightly as he scanned the area.

He stood alone; Jun Xiaoyao’s side had five people.

This battle didn’t even need to be fought.

“Ji Xuan, I know what you’re thinking—you want me to fight you one-on-one.”

“Though I don’t mind outnumbering an opponent, dealing with you doesn’t require it.”

Jun Xiaoyao said, seeing through Ji Xuan’s plan at a glance.

“The world says the Jun family’s Divine Son is arrogant and conceited—apparently it’s true. How can you know without trying?”

Ji Xuan’s eyes gleamed with sharp light.

He had long wanted to fight Jun Xiaoyao.

Among top prodigies, who would yield to another without a real battle?

At least Ji Xuan refused to yield.

So he seized this chance to challenge Jun Xiaoyao.

“Ignorant!”

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze turned cold; his dantian’s endless golden spiritual sea surged into ten thousand acres of waves.

Vast golden magical power surged like an ocean, its aura shaking the soul!

Jun Xiaoyao simply raised his hand—no martial art or divine technique activated.

Just one palm strike, it seemed a supreme divine art, capable of crushing any Divine Bridge prodigy into pulp.

Feeling this overwhelming might, Ji Xuan’s calm expression vanished, replaced by grave seriousness.

Jun Xiaoyao, still, was like a celestial immortal descending, untouched by mortal dust.

But when he moved, he was like a divine king arriving, a martial god descending—his aura terrifying enough to make one tremble!

Ji Xuan struck back, extending his right arm fused with the Saint-King’s bone.

A Saint-King was a being beyond a Saint, among the highest ranks of the Saint realm.

This fragment of Saint-King bone was priceless, its power overwhelming.

For a cultivator at Ji Xuan’s level, it was like cheating.

Like a novice in the starter village picking up a divine artifact and fusing it with himself.

The result: a prodigy of supreme strength.

Yet…

When their palm strikes collided, magical ripples exploded—yet it was Ji Xuan who was thrown back!

Ji Xuan staggered backward dozens of steps, his chest churning with blood, a metallic sweetness rising to his throat—he swallowed it down.

In his eyes lay unprecedented shock and disbelief.

What was happening?

His right arm, fused with the Saint-King’s bone, had clashed with Jun Xiaoyao’s—why was he injured?

Ji Xuan’s gaze, stunned, held confusion.

Opposite him, Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised: “Indeed, the Saint-King’s bone is impressive—you took my palm strike with only minor injury.”

Jun Xiaoyao was accustomed to overpowering with brute force.

He always started by slapping any enemy.

Eight out of ten enemies couldn’t withstand his slap.

Only the remaining two were worth using other methods on.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t expected Ji Xuan to endure his palm strike with only minor injury—truly worthy of the Saint-King’s bone’s reputation.

Hearing this, Ji Xuan began doubting himself.

Shouldn’t it have been him sending Jun Xiaoyao flying?

Now he was injured, yet Jun Xiaoyao praised him as “impressive”?

What kind of “impressive” was this?

“But pity—the Saint-King’s bone is an external object, not yours. It will never truly be yours!”

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he formed the Emperor’s Seal and slammed it forward.

Ji Xuan’s strength could never fully awaken the Saint-King’s bone’s power.

Moreover, it wasn’t his own bone—there were inevitable imperfections.

Jun Xiaoyao’s own Supreme Bone, gained through system sign-in, fused perfectly with his body—no such flaws existed.

“Jun Xiaoyao, stop pontificating—how could you possibly know the Saint-King’s bone’s true power!”

Ji Xuan, filled with shame and rage, felt insulted.

He struck again; the Saint-King’s bone blazed with divine light, runes swirling along the arm-bone, revealing immense power.

His punch radiated with world-shaking force, cleaving through space, carrying a royal aura—this was Ji family’s supreme martial art: the Royal Fist.

Jun Xiaoyao formed the Emperor’s Seal; a vast, majestic imperial figure appeared, as if heaven and earth trembled beneath his authority.

With one seal strike, divine auroras erupted, magical power surged!

Their fist and seal clashed, divine energy roared.

This time, Jun Xiaoyao unleashed the Power of the Divine Elephant Crushing Hell.

Countless giant elephant particles infused divine power, making this seal strike seem capable of shattering heaven and annihilating earth!

BOOM!

A deafening roar echoed in all directions.

The entire depths of the Yuan Tian Secret Repository trembled and roared.

In this ultimate collision, one figure was flung backward again.

It was Ji Xuan!

This time, he couldn’t hold back—he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly pale.

He had blocked Jun Xiaoyao’s first strike—but not the second.

“This… how is this possible?” Ji Xuan clutched his trembling right arm with his left hand, his finger bones seeming ready to crack, his entire arm shaking.

“No wonder he’s a Divine Son…”

Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the others all gazed with reverence.

Though they knew Jun Xiaoyao wouldn’t lose, they hadn’t expected such overwhelming domination.

After all, Young Saint Ji Xuan was no slouch.

“Now, do you understand how foolish it is to challenge me?” Jun Xiaoyao said, hands behind his back.

“You—” Ji Xuan was left speechless.

He never imagined Jun Xiaoyao’s Ancient Saint Body could be this formidable.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuan’s eyes flickered.

He refused to accept defeat.

Ji Xuan subtly flipped his wrist, gripping a dark-hued metal in his palm.

Instantly, an aura of life, death, and reincarnation quietly spread.

“Jun Xiaoyao, meet this punch of mine!”