Chapter 93: One Palm to Kill, the Champion Marquis Issues a Challenge, Xiao Chen No. 2

The ruler of Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, the foremost of the Four Ancient Kingdoms, was sealed at the throat with a single blow, his head rolling to the ground.

Blood splattered across the sky, strikingly gorgeous yet grim.

Everyone froze, unable to believe a Saint had been slain so effortlessly.

The Qinglong Kingdom ruler’s head landed on the ground, his expression frozen in terror, confusion, and disbelief.

As if wondering how a Saint of his stature could be killed in one strike.

Yet it wasn’t over—the musical blade of killing energy continued its charge toward the four Saint puppets.

BOOM!

A violent explosion rang out.

Two of the Saint puppets were instantly destroyed, severed at the waist.

The remaining two puppets suffered heavy damage; though not fully dismantled, they were shattered beyond function.

The entire battlefield fell silent, so quiet a pin could be heard dropping.

The Champion Marquis’s pupils trembled violently, revealing a flicker of disbelief.

Could Jun Xiaoyao’s guardian really be this strong?

Yang Pan had assumed that even if Jun Xiaoyao had a guardian, he’d likely be no more than a Saint.

A cultivator of higher realm would rarely consent to act as a personal bodyguard.

Jun Xiaoyao’s guardian clearly surpassed the Saint realm.

“Could he be a Saint King?” Yang Pan’s face darkened.

Since becoming Champion Marquis, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

Now, nearly all his high-end combat strength was gone; the two remaining damaged puppets had virtually no fighting capacity left.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao’s side—ignoring his terrifying guardian—already had three Saints.

Added to that, the armies of the White Tiger and Black Tortoise Ancient Kingdoms had turned against him.

The Champion Marquis’s fate was sealed.

Seeing this situation, Yang Pan took a deep breath: “Jun Xiaoyao, are you truly determined to oppose me? Why not both sides retreat a step?”

Yang Pan wasn’t foolish—he knew if he pushed further, he’d be the one to lose.

“Heh, weren’t you mighty just a moment ago? Now you want to retreat?” Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

“Jun Xiaoyao, I’m giving you face. To oppose me brings you no benefit!” Yang Pan’s expression flickered between anger and calculation.

“Do I need your face? Besides, I have so many enemies—what’s one more stable boy?” Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained cold.

He said no more, raising his hand.

A furious golden blood qi surged into the sky, forming a lifelike golden divine elephant, as if capable of suppressing the entire universe.

Facing Yang Pan’s clone, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t even need to unleash a grand technique—just one palm strike would end the battle.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you’re digging your own grave!” Yang Pan roared, unleashing his own grand technique.

But he was merely a clone, without even the Pan Emperor Life Sword at his side—how could he stand against Jun Xiaoyao for even a moment?

SPLAT!

Jun Xiaoyao brought his palm down, crushing Yang Pan’s clone into a bloody mist, pulverizing it to dust.

At this sight, everyone felt their scalps go numb.

The Champion Marquis’s clone had been slain with a single palm strike.

“Has the Jun Clan’s Divine Son grown this powerful?” Many generals were stunned.

Though their realms were several levels higher than Jun Xiaoyao’s, witnessing his ferocity now filled them with dread.

At the very moment Jun Xiaoyao shattered Yang Pan’s clone.

Far away, in the Panwu Divine Dynasty, within a magnificent palace shimmering with gold and purple aura, radiating grandeur.

A roar erupted from within.

“Jun Xiaoyao, I, Yang Pan, swear enmity with you!”

Hearing this, the maids and attendants outside the palace turned pale with terror.

When Yang Pan raged, he was more terrifying than a demon of the netherworld.

“Did I just hear Jun Xiaoyao’s name? What feud has the Marquis entered with him?” Some servants trembled inwardly.

At that moment, Yang Pan’s icy voice echoed from within the palace.

“Send word: I, Champion Marquis Yang Pan, challenge Jun Xiaoyao of the Jun Clan to a duel atop the Imperial Palace, within the Forbidden City!”

“Set the time for the day when Wu Mingyue selects her Imperial Son-in-Law—I shall crush Jun Xiaoyao beneath my feet before all forces of the Immortal Realm!”

Hearing this, every servant around the palace froze, eyes wide, gasping in shock.

The Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty challenging the Jun Clan’s Divine Son.

This was no trivial matter—if it spread, it would ignite a massive storm!

And with the timing set for Wu Mingyue’s selection of her Imperial Son-in-Law, the Panwu Divine Dynasty would become a furnace of chaos.

How many factions would flock to witness it?

Impossible to imagine…

“A golden age of prodigy rivalry is about to begin. May the Marquis emerge victorious,” sighed an old servant.

Meanwhile, in the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

Jun Xiaoyao did not know that Yang Pan was already furious enough to challenge him.

But even if he knew, Jun Xiaoyao likely wouldn’t care.

Dare someone boast before him?

One palm strike would silence them.

Around him, countless onlookers still bore shock in their pupils.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm.

Crushing Yang Pan’s clone meant nothing to him.

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze swept over the bloody remnants of Yang Pan’s clone, spotting a ring glowing faintly.

He reached out, snatching it into his hand.

The ring bore a soul seal; Jun Xiaoyao casually activated the True Spirit within his Divine Palace.

The True Spirit—a miniature version of Jun Xiaoyao—released a vast torrent of spiritual power.

Though his physical body was monstrously powerful, his spiritual cultivation had never been neglected.

He had continuously practiced the Chaotic Divine Mill Contemplation Method.

Jun Xiaoyao’s spiritual power effortlessly shattered the ring’s seal.

He paid no mind to the random trinkets inside.

What he sought were the bronze compass fragments.

As expected, three bronze compass fragments lay within.

“Yang Pan, Yang Pan—you schemed for so long, only for me to snatch the fruits. You’re nothing but Xiao Chen No. 2,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Yang Pan’s painstaking schemes had only served to empower Jun Xiaoyao.

He knew Yang Pan was surely about to explode with rage.

Jun Xiaoyao stored the three compass fragments inside his space treasure.

Now, he had collected all four fragments.

But now was not the time to study them.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced down—the soldiers of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom all had ashen faces.

Their officers’ eyes held faint traces of hatred.

After all, their ruler had indirectly died by Jun Xiaoyao’s hand.

“By my command as Divine Son: Execute all officers above the rank of soldier in the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom.”

“Yes!”

Before the Zhuque Kingdom ruler could respond, the White Tiger and Black Tortoise rulers rushed to answer.

Having defected, they now needed to prove their loyalty.

Quickly, they slaughtered every Qinglong officer; the soldiers surrendered en masse.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao issued orders to unify the Four Ancient Kingdoms into the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom.

The Zhuque Kingdom ruler would become its monarch.

His successor would be Bai Yuer.

The turmoil of the Four Ancient Kingdoms was thus quelled.

Yet the ripples had only just begun…