CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 114: FACE-STOMPING YANG PAN, PRINCE CONSORT CANDIDATE, JUN XIAOYAO’S CHOICE (UPDATE 4)

Leveraging the power of the Panhuang Spirit Sword, Yang Pan pointed its tip forward, releasing a brilliant sword radiance.

A single strike seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth!

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of the Supreme Bone.

A blazing, radiant divine splendor burst forth from his chest, as if a divine tribulation from heaven had descended for baptism.

As the two extreme techniques collided, wind and thunder roared, and heaven and earth trembled, a vast ripple of mana swept across the land.

Were it not for the Panwu Divine Lord using space to constrain this shockwave, the young celestial prides around would have surely been either dead or injured.

Amidst such terrifying collision.

Yang Pan, like a bird with broken wings, fell from the high heavens, his blood staining the battle armor on his chest red.

Even with the protection of the Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor, he could not withstand that shockwave.

Yang Pan’s gaze remained fixed on the center of the collision.

He wanted to know Jun Xiaoyao’s condition.

However, as the brilliance faded and the ripples calmed.

There stood Jun Xiaoyao, in his white attire, aloof and detached from the world, still standing quietly in place.

"This..." Yang Pan’s expression froze in an instant.

As if witnessing the most incredible thing in the world.

He had even summoned the Panhuang Spirit Sword, yet it couldn’t inflict a single injury on Jun Xiaoyao?

At this moment, Yang Pan began to doubt if the Panhuang Spirit Sword he summoned was fake.

"Indeed, if you could fully release the power of the Panhuang Spirit Sword, perhaps you might cause me some minor threat, but alas..." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Previously in the Primordial Heaven Secret Treasure, not even the Venerable Demon Corpse could cause him any significant damage.

Now, even if Yang Pan summoned the Panhuang Spirit Sword, of what use would it be?

"This is impossible..." Yang Pan was somewhat bewildered.

His greatest reliance was none other than the Panhuang Spirit Sword.

But now, Yang Pan’s Dao heart was starting to waver.

"In the midst of battle, and yet lost in thought?"

Jun Xiaoyao extended the Demon Wings from his back, his figure moved like flashing through the void, pressing down on Yang Pan with a single hand.

Yang Pan snapped back to reality and hurriedly defended.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After several continuous strikes, the Champion Marquis spat blood repeatedly, and even with the protection of the Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor, it was to no avail.

Jun Xiaoyao executed the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique once more, the vast and brilliant sword radiance slashing towards Yang Pan across the sky.

Yang Pan, terrified, felt his soul leaving his body and hurriedly defended with the Panhuang Spirit Sword.

Slash!

Blood sprayed wildly, as the Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor on Yang Pan was directly sliced open by the sword radiance.

A deep sword wound, visible to the bone, extended from his chest to his abdomen.

Were it not for the Panhuang Spirit Sword regenerating him, Yang Pan might have perished outright.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao descended from the high heavens, stepping on Yang Pan’s face.

"After jumping around for so long, have you finally come to your senses?" Jun Xiaoyao asked indifferently.

"You..." Yang Pan struggled, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t flip over.

Jun Xiaoyao’s divine power nearly crushed his head.

Shame, resentment, fury, powerlessness...

All sorts of emotions surged within Yang Pan’s heart.

As the Champion Marquis, esteemed by thousands and second only to one, akin to an earth emperor in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

But now, in full view, under the gaze of countless powers, he was being stepped on by Jun Xiaoyao.

This humiliation, unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Young master..." Among the crowd, Qin Xuan’s eyes brimmed with tears, her body trembling with excitement.

The enemy she harbored so much hatred for, yet felt powerless before, was now trampled under Jun Xiaoyao’s foot, like a dead dog!

"Oh yeah, Brother Xiaoyao is the best, stomp that big beetle to death!" Jiang Luoli also cheered, clenching her small fists.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao had said he would vent her anger, and now it was truly satisfying.

"Jun Family’s Divine Son, that’s about enough."

Finally, on the high platform, the Panwu Divine Lord spoke.

After all, no matter what, Yang Pan was the Divine Dynasty Champion Marquis, and being stepped on like this was quite disgraceful for the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Beside him, Wu Mingyue had to admit, seeing Yang Pan disgraced did bring some joy to her heart.

But then, she turned anxious.

If Jun Xiaoyao defeated Yang Pan, doesn’t that mean he qualifies to become the Prince Consort?

"Heh... since the Divine Lord has spoken, why not give a little face?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

He sent a kick, imbued with majestic force.

A series of cracking sounds erupted, signaling the shattering of Yang Pan’s bones.

He was kicked, sent flying, and landed heavily on a side hall.

That scene made the corners of the Panwu Divine Lord’s eyes twitch slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao also knew it was impossible to kill Yang Pan under the watchful eyes of the Panwu Divine Lord.

Besides, Yang Pan could be likened to a stalk of leek, with potential harvest value in the future.

Panhuang Sword, indeed...

Jun Xiaoyao admitted, he was a bit tempted.

Probably no one could remain unmoved by an Emperor’s Weapon.

"So, about today’s duel..." The Panwu Divine Lord hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

Originally, Yang Pan was meant to sweep away all opposition, then become the Prince Consort in grandeur, marrying Wu Mingyue.

But now, looking at Yang Pan lying in the ruins, covered in blood, utterly embarrassed, the Panwu Divine Lord couldn’t bring himself to suggest him as the Prince Consort.

"Very well, pacifying Yang Pan need not necessarily be done in such a way," the Panwu Divine Lord thought.

If they could win over a talent like Jun Xiaoyao, wouldn’t he be worth more than ten Yang Pans?

With this in mind, the Panwu Divine Lord spoke, "As the rumors suggest, the Jun Family’s Divine Son possesses unparalleled elegance and matchless spirit, making him the most fitting candidate for the Prince Consort."

The Panwu Divine Lord’s words immediately caused an uproar in all directions.

Were they considering taking Jun Xiaoyao as the Prince Consort?

Jun Zhantian didn’t say anything.

This was Jun Xiaoyao’s own affair. If he was willing, the Jun Family wouldn’t oppose.

Jiang Luoli’s small face changed instantly, exceedingly nervous, her hands twisting together.

Though sometimes Jiang Luoli seemed naive, at times she was also very astute.

For instance, now she refrained from stepping forward, abstaining from asking about Jun Xiaoyao’s choice.

Of course, Jiang Luoli herself naturally did not want Jun Xiaoyao to become the Prince Consort.

Though it was normal for an outstanding man like Jun Xiaoyao to have multiple wives, there would always be a knot in Jiang Luoli’s heart.

Beside her, Jiang Shengyi even felt a hint of anxiety.

She also didn’t want Jun Xiaoyao to agree to be the Prince Consort.

"I’m doing this for Luo Li," Jiang Shengyi murmured in her heart.

But as for the real reason, only Jiang Shengyi herself knew.

Aside from them, other female cultivators who admired Jun Xiaoyao, along with his brainless fans, also didn’t want him to become the Prince Consort.

They were all girlfriend fans, fantasizing about becoming Jun Xiaoyao’s Dao companion.

If Jun Xiaoyao agreed to be the Prince Consort, wouldn’t that shatter all their dreams?

At this moment, throughout heaven and earth, everyone awaited Jun Xiaoyao’s response.

Xiao Chen, covered in blood, trembled with fury in his eyes.

He couldn’t imagine how infuriated he’d be if Jun Xiaoyao became the Prince Consort.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t immediately agreed, the Panwu Divine Lord frowned slightly and threw another bombshell.

"Should you become our Panwu Divine Dynasty’s Prince Consort, you’ll gain one opportunity to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."

With these words, an uproar erupted all around!