Chapter 91: The Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, So Pathetically Weak

In fact, Jun Xiaoyao had already guessed most of it.

The Hunyuan San Shou technique, the self-proclaimed title of “this marquis,” and this golden dragon bed.

Aside from the Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, Jun Xiaoyao could not think of a second person.

As for this Champion Marquis Yang Pan, his life story was indeed legendary.

Rumors say he was once a stable boy in a princely mansion, lowly and despised, enduring the coldness of human relations and the bitterness of worldly fortunes.

But one day, he accidentally found a divine sword, and from then on, rose steadily.

That divine sword was none other than one of the three Panhuang Swords forged by Panwu the Great Emperor himself—the Panhuang Shengling Sword!

With the Panhuang Shengling Sword, Yang Pan rose step by step, seizing countless opportunities, until he finally ascended to become the Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Many in the Panwu Divine Dynasty even believed Yang Pan might very well be the reincarnation of Panwu the Great Emperor.

Of course, this rumor was rather vague and unverified.

But regardless, Yang Pan’s noble status within the Panwu Divine Dynasty was unquestionable.

There were even rumors that the Divine Dynasty’s eldest princess, Wu Mingyue, had already internally designated Yang Pan as her imperial son-in-law.

This alone revealed how highly the Panwu Divine Dynasty valued Yang Pan.

Now, after the Champion Marquis revealed his identity, everyone except Jun Xiaoyao and a few others who had guessed it stared in shock.

“It’s really him—the Champion Marquis Yang Pan…” The Zhuque Emperor drew a deep breath, his heart turbulent.

He was undoubtedly an absolute prodigy of the Huangtian Immortal Realm, terrifyingly powerful.

And most importantly, because Yang Pan rose from the lowest ranks, his personality remained extreme, arrogant, and capricious.

Like a commoner who suddenly wins a hundred-million reward—he would inevitably swell with pride.

The Champion Marquis was precisely such a person, swollen with ego.

Bai Yuer’s face turned slightly pale, a hint of fear in her eyes.

She could not imagine what would have become of her if Jun Xiaoyao had not come.

Following this Champion Marquis would lead to no good end.

His concubines numbered far more than three thousand.

This was the mindset of a bottom-rung nouveau riche: beauties he once dreamed of now became his to claim one by one.

Not only did the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom react in shock.

The Baihu Emperor and Xuanwu Emperor also showed surprise; recalling his mercurial nature, it made sense.

“No wonder—it’s the Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty…” Both emperors sighed inwardly.

Frankly, the Champion Marquis was not a good master.

They would rather have Jun Xiaoyao as their lord than follow the Champion Marquis.

Now that the mastermind behind the three ancient kingdoms has been exposed, the situation instantly became clear.

Clearly, this was a clash between the Jun Family’s Divine Son and the Divine Dynasty’s Champion Marquis.

Jun Xiaoyao gazed deeply at the Champion Marquis, a flicker of unusual light in his eyes.

“So that’s it—his aura…” Jun Xiaoyao murmured inwardly, understanding something.

“Jun Family Divine Son, our first meeting has been anything but pleasant,” Yang Pan said coldly.

In his eyes lurked a faint thread of jealousy.

Yes, jealousy.

He was not jealous of anything else—only Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance.

Yang Pan’s looks were utterly ordinary; compared to Jun Xiaoyao, he was even less handsome than Xiao Chen.

Yang Pan was narrow-minded and selfish; even after rising from stable boy to Champion Marquis, his personality remained unchanged.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the corpses sprawled across the golden dragon bed and sneered softly: “You built such a huge bed—so you could run a group activity?”

“What do you mean by that?” Yang Pan narrowed his eyes.

“I mean a stable boy dares to pluck the peaches right out of this Divine Son’s hand!” Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was icy, laced with mockery.

Jun Xiaoyao had already planned to subjugate the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdoms after taking Bai Yuer as his slave.

He never expected the Champion Marquis to interfere.

Yet upon hearing these words, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

“Stable boy” was Yang Pan’s eternal shame, a past he could never bear mentioned.

After becoming Champion Marquis, he exterminated the entire princely mansion where he once served.

Hundreds within the household—none left alive!

Since then, no one dared mention his past in Yang Pan’s presence.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had casually called him a stable boy.

It was a direct stab into Yang Pan’s deepest wound.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you’re asking for death!”

Yang Pan’s eyes turned dark, his face livid; he could no longer endure it and struck instantly.

He thrust one finger forward, magic power surging into a colossal crimson magical finger that crushed toward Jun Xiaoyao.

It was the Panwu Divine Dynasty’s divine technique: Haoyang Divine Finger.

“Ha! Who’s the one asking for death, the overreaching fool!”

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained indifferent as he activated the Divine Elephant Subjugation Technique.

One hundred thousand giant elephant particles exploded, instantly granting his body ten billion shenli of divine strength.

That power was so overwhelming, it could shatter the heavens with a single punch!

Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized the Spear of the Ming God, hurling it forth as if piercing through empty space!

The Spear of the Ming God collided with the Haoyang Divine Finger like two stars crashing—magic ripples shook the heavens!

In that collision, the Haoyang Divine Finger was instantly pierced through, then continued its momentum straight toward Yang Pan.

“Your strength…!” Yang Pan’s face changed.

Earlier, when Jun Xiaoyao reached the Guiyi Realm’s late stage, he had already been astonished.

Now, the power of Jun Xiaoyao’s technique surpassed even his expectations.

“Tiangang Divine Seal!”

Yang Pan hastily summoned another technique, forming a seal with both hands and thrusting it toward the Spear of the Ming God.

But that ten-billion-shenli force made Yang Pan’s face turn ashen!

Puch!

Yang Pan’s body flew like a kite with severed string; the Spear of the Ming God struck the golden dragon bed, shattering it.

The scene fell into absolute silence…

“This… how could it be? That’s the Champion Marquis Yang Pan…” Many stood frozen, stunned.

How could the Champion Marquis of an immortal divine dynasty be so easily defeated?

“It’s not that the Champion Marquis is weak—it’s that the Jun Family Divine Son is too strong!” A Zhuque Ancient Kingdom general exclaimed, eyes blazing with fervor.

All Zhuque Ancient Kingdom members elevated their worship of Jun Xiaoyao another level.

To defeat the Champion Marquis so effortlessly—Jun Family Divine Son was truly peerless among the young generation.

Yet some showed doubt.

“Huh… that Champion Marquis…” Jun Wanjie narrowed his eyes, frowning.

He had once fought Yang Pan and felt immense pressure even then.

Though Jun Xiaoyao’s power now was unimaginably strong,

even if the Champion Marquis was weak, he shouldn’t fall so easily.

Besides, the Champion Marquis still hadn’t used his ultimate trump card—the Panhuang Shengling Sword.

As everyone murmured in confusion, Jun Xiaoyao spoke calmly, cutting through the noise:

“Yang Pan, should I call you arrogant or foolish? You dared to strike this Divine Son… with nothing but a mere projection.”

As Jun Xiaoyao finished speaking, everyone’s expressions froze again.

The Champion Marquis Yang Pan… was only a projection?