Chapter 90: The Two Armies Clash Head-On; The Hidden Hand Reveals His True Identity

Outside the imperial capital of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom, the combined forces of the three ancient kingdoms launched another massive assault.

Yet many soldiers still bore traces of lingering fear on their faces.

After all, they had been terrified by the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Guards of the Jun family last time.

Though fear still lingered in their hearts, the allied forces were not overly panicked.

For they had been told by their superior officers that this time, a great figure would oversee the battle, aided by a mysterious force.

Even if the Jun family’s divine son appeared, he could not prevent the fall of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

Meanwhile, the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom had already made its preparations.

Tens of thousands of Zhuque soldiers guarded the outskirts of the imperial capital.

The Zhuque Emperor and Bai Yuer and others had also appeared.

“Has the Divine Son not arrived yet?” Bai Yuer asked a nearby attendant.

“Your Highness, the message has been delivered; he should arrive any moment,” the attendant replied.

“Good.” Bai Yuer nodded slightly.

Without seeing Jun Xiaoyao, her heart could never settle.

On the other side, the three ancient kingdoms’ allied forces had drawn near the imperial capital.

Above the heavens, three figures emerged: the Emperors of Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu.

Yet what caught the attention of the Zhuque Emperor and others was:

Behind them, in the empty air, floated an exquisitely crafted golden bed.

Yes, an enormous bed.

At each corner of the bed were carved dragon heads.

Silk curtains veiled all four sides, yet faintly visible within were numerous graceful silhouettes.

This sight left the Zhuque Emperor momentarily stunned.

Could the mysterious young master mentioned by the Qinglong Emperor truly be on that bed?

But this was absurd—who would refine a bed into a flying magic treasure?

As the Zhuque Emperor thought this, his expression suddenly darkened.

“Could it… be him?” His heart sank slightly.

If it truly was whom he suspected, the situation would be dire.

Even with the Jun family’s divine son backing them, it would still be extremely troublesome.

“Hehe, Zhuque Emperor, we meet again,” Qinglong Emperor chuckled.

This time, he radiated unmistakable confidence.

“So you still haven’t given up your ambitions? Haven’t you learned your lesson from last time?” Zhuque Emperor retorted firmly.

He had the Jun family’s divine son behind him; he need not overly fear the mysterious young master.

At that moment, a cold, haughty voice emerged from within the golden dragon bed.

“Zhuque Emperor, I give you one final chance: submit to me, hand over that object, and…”

The voice paused, then continued.

“Let Princess Bai Yuer become my concubine.”

The cold, arrogant tone echoed across heaven and earth.

Faces of those in the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom flushed with fury.

The Zhuque Emperor’s face turned icy, but upon hearing the mysterious young master refer to himself as “this Marquis,” his heart sank completely.

Nine out of ten, it was definitely him.

Yet just then—

A colder, more domineering voice rang out from the heavens.

“You dare demand my people become concubines? What are you?”

Deep within the imperial capital, golden divine light erupted.

A majestic nine-headed lion pulled a golden war chariot, soaring through the sky.

A figure of peerless elegance stood atop the chariot, like a white-robed divine king, his aura shaking the entire cosmos!

Behind him, Jun Zhangjian and the other three, leading the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Guards, surged forward like four unstoppable torrents of annihilation!

“The Jun family’s Divine Son has arrived!”

“That’s a top-tier ancient royal beast—the nine-headed lion—and they’re using it to pull a chariot?!”

“The Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Guards are here too!”

The three ancient kingdoms’ allied forces erupted into chaos.

After all, shadows still haunted their hearts.

Not just the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Guards—but Jun Xiaoyao, the Killing Immortal Sword Art, that single sword slaying tens of thousands—truly a demon!

Jun Xiaoyao stood above the imperial capital’s heavens.

His arrival, alongside the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Guards, calmed the hearts of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom’s forces.

Bai Yuer’s eyes sparkled with joy.

Because Jun Xiaoyao had said “my people.”

That meant she belonged to Jun Xiaoyao.

Even as a slave, she was Jun Xiaoyao’s slave.

“Divine Son,” the Zhuque Emperor bowed slightly to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, his gaze fixed on the golden dragon bed.

He had his suspicions—if he was right, it was almost certainly him.

“Jun family’s Divine Son, you are indeed as rumored: arrogant, conceited, and utterly dismissive of others.”

The voice from the golden dragon bed spoke coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s rebuke had angered him, but due to the Jun family’s divine son’s prestige, he held back from exploding.

“So the hidden hand behind the three ancient kingdoms is you,” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, arms crossed.

“Hidden hand? Hehe, I merely seek to bring some subordinate factions under my control,” the voice replied.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed.

This was clearly an excuse.

His true goal was the bronze compass passed down by the four ancient kingdoms.

Subjugating factions was merely a cover.

And he called himself “this Marquis.”

Jun Xiaoyao had already guessed who he was.

“I dislike those who hide their faces before me. Reveal yourself!”

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm; he clenched his fist and struck.

His current realm was Late Return-to-Unity, vastly superior to his previous Divine Bridge peak.

The same technique now unleashed power incomparably greater than before.

A lifelike golden dragon coiled around his fist as it struck—Dragon Fist.

All who watched heard a dragon’s roar as a golden dragon streaked across the sky, hurtling toward the golden dragon bed.

Jun Xiaoyao had not yet channeled the power of the Divine Elephant Crushing Hell Technique, yet this punch alone could shatter a mountain a thousand zhang tall!

“Hmph!”

A cold snort came from within the golden dragon bed.

A hand reached out, magic power surging as if transforming into countless palms that slammed against the void, causing space itself to tremble and ripple.

“Hmm? Hunyuan San Shou… So it really is him,” Jun Wanjue’s eyes flashed.

He had already suspected the man’s identity earlier; now, with this technique revealed, his identity was unmistakable.

BOOM!

In the void, their techniques collided, stirring up a sea of chaos.

Countless onlookers below gasped in awe.

Was this the battle aura of a Return-to-Unity prodigy? It felt more terrifying than a Saint’s!

The violent shockwave swept outward, yet Jun Xiaoyao stood unmoved.

The golden dragon bed, however, was thrown back, its silk curtains torn and fluttering away.

At last, the figure within was revealed.

Many scantily clad beauties were instantly killed by the shockwave, lying sprawled across the bed.

At the center of the bed sat a young man wearing a jade crown and a crimson-gold royal robe, his face ordinary, unremarkable, his expression cold as he stared at Jun Xiaoyao.

“So it’s you—Panwu Divine Dynasty, the Champion Marquis!” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.