Chapter 92

Previously, when Yang Pan had acted, though he was dominated by Jun Xiaoyao, the overwhelming aura he emitted still sent shivers through the heart.

It could be said that any ordinary immortal-power prodigy would be utterly unable to defeat Yang Pan.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao claimed that the Yang Pan before them was merely a clone—something truly terrifying.

If even a clone possessed such strength, how powerful must Yang Pan’s true body be?

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained utterly calm.

From the moment he first saw Yang Pan, he had known it was only a clone.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not care.

Whether true body or clone, to him they were the same—easily crushed, with no real difference.

At most, subduing the true body might require a few extra moves.

Far away, Yang Pan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, his face darkened to its deepest extreme.

He coldly said, “To subjugate the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdoms, there was no need for my true body to act. I simply did not expect to encounter you.”

Yang Pan’s heart churned with furious rage.

He was indeed only a clone; his true body remained in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Yet in Yang Pan’s view, even a single clone was more than sufficient to subjugate the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdoms—no need for him to personally intervene.

But who could have foreseen that behind the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom stood Jun Xiaoyao?

This wild variable had disrupted Yang Pan’s plans.

Yang Pan took a deep breath, then spoke with icy indifference: “Jun Xiaoyao, since you know I am merely a clone, you should also know just how powerful my true body is.”

“If you withdraw now, there is still room to salvage this.”

Yang Pan knew his clone could never defeat Jun Xiaoyao, so he could only rely on the threat of his true body.

“Whether true body or clone, to this Divine Son, what difference does it make? One palm crushes them all.” Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, expression serene.

“You…” Yang Pan’s brows lifted, cold fury flashing in his eyes.

“No wonder you’re the Divine Son…” Bai Yuer and others gazed at him with worship.

In the Huangtian Immortal Realm, how many would dare to so utterly despise the Divine Dynasty’s Champion Marquis?

“Fine, Jun Xiaoyao, you refuse the cup of wine and choose the cup of punishment.” Yang Pan spoke.

Around him, four shadowy figures materialized, radiating a suffocating, immense pressure.

“Those four sages…” the White Tiger Lord and Black Tortoise Lord’s eyes revealed caution.

Without those four sages, their two kingdoms could never have fallen and submitted so easily.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over and shook his head slightly: “Four puppets comparable to Sage Realm cultivators. Yang Pan, your luck is quite good.”

“What? Puppets?” the White Tiger and Black Tortoise Lords were stunned.

“So what if they’re puppets? Enough to crush you.” Yang Pan sneered.

He had no intention of killing Jun Xiaoyao.

If he killed Jun Xiaoyao with his own power, even the Jun Clan could find no grounds to punish him.

After all, among the young generation, life and death were normal.

But if Yang Pan used Sage puppets to kill Jun Xiaoyao, the Jun Clan would erupt in furious wrath.

Even his patron, the Panwu Divine Dynasty, could not protect him.

Yang Pan was arrogant beyond measure, but not without sense.

He only needed to use the Sage puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and his group.

Then launch a direct assault on the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom’s capital to seize the Luo Pan fragment.

“Jun Xiaoyao, once I suppress you with these Sage puppets, the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom becomes my possession—whether that artifact or Bai Yuer, they are both mine.”

Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yuer, a flicker of hot, sinister desire in his eyes.

Bai Yuer was indeed beautiful, alluring and radiant, making Yang Pan’s heart itch.

He had a habit of collecting beautiful women, and Bai Yuer was a treasure he must possess.

“Delusional fool. Can you even compare to the Divine Son’s little finger?” Bai Yuer spat, her eyes filled with revulsion.

Though Yang Pan’s strength and status were formidable, in appearance, character, and aura, he could not be compared to Jun Xiaoyao.

One was a celestial immortal.

The other, a common street rat.

Could these two even be compared?

“Wretched woman, wait until you kneel before me—then see if you still dare speak like that!” Yang Pan snarled.

The four Sage puppets simultaneously unleashed their aura, preparing to strike.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze swept toward the several Lords.

“Are you still willing to follow Yang Pan?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words caused the White Tiger Lord and Black Tortoise Lord to change expression, their eyes shifting.

To be honest, Yang Pan’s temper was erratic, and he had called them worthless, dung-eating fools.

Better to submit to Jun Xiaoyao than endure humiliation under the Champion Marquis.

Jun Xiaoyao’s status and position were no lower than the Champion Marquis’s.

Under this calculation, without hesitation, the two Lords flashed their forms, switching sides: “We submit to the Jun Clan’s Divine Son!”

“You…” Yang Pan’s eyes burned with cold flame.

The Azure Dragon Lord’s face tightened; he did not choose to stand with Jun Xiaoyao.

Because his son, Xiao Chen, already had a grudge against Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, in this war, the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom had been the driving force.

The Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom would not easily forgive the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom.

And most importantly, the Azure Dragon Lord wished to become the master of the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdoms.

Only Yang Pan could fulfill his ambition.

Thus, the Azure Dragon Lord resolved to cling tightly to Yang Pan’s leg.

Seeing the unmoved Azure Dragon Lord, Jun Xiaoyao did not care.

He planned to deal with Xiao Chen later; recruiting his father as a subordinate would be unwise.

“Hmph, do you two wish to be annihilated?” Yang Pan hissed.

The two Lords’ expressions grew uneasy.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, “With me here, who dares annihilate their kingdoms?”

“Jun Xiaoyao, don’t get cocky—I have the Azure Dragon Lord and these four puppets, five Sages in total, still enough to crush you!”

Yang Pan gave the order; the Azure Dragon Lord led the four Sage puppets toward Jun Xiaoyao’s side.

The Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise Lords also stirred their auras, preparing to fight.

But then Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and smiled lightly: “No need yet. Just watch the show.”

“Watch the show?” The three Lords froze.

At that moment, distant skies suddenly rang with the sound of a zither, transforming into a thousand-zhang killing blade that slashed through the air.

That terrifying zither blade even shattered space, leaving behind a pitch-black rift wherever it passed.

“Guardian!” Yang Pan’s expression changed instantly.

He had come only as a clone, so he had no guardian accompanying him.

But he had never expected Jun Xiaoyao to have a hidden guardian behind him.

And the power of that strike was far beyond any ordinary Sage.

“Damn it!”

The Azure Dragon Lord’s pupils constricted with unprecedented horror.

That zither blade chilled his very soul, spreading icy dread through his entire body.

“Heavenly Dragon Emperor Fist!”

The Azure Dragon Lord roared, unleashing his full Sage Realm power; a spectral azure dragon coiled around his fist and slammed into the heavens, shaking the sky!

Yet the result was…

Puff!

The blade swept past—head severed, body fell.

The Azure Dragon Lord, dead.