Sacred Body of the Immortals

The entire Purple Forbidden City was buzzing with commotion due to Jun Xiaoyao's arrival.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yang Pan's ashen face and said indifferently, "I didn't accept your challenge because it wasn't necessary. Killing you would be no more trouble than swatting a fly."

"Jun Xiaoyao, stop boasting. You think you're invincible just because you destroyed one of my avatars?" Yang Pan said coldly.

He believed Jun Xiaoyao's confidence came from easily destroying his avatar before.

"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao gave a light chuckle without saying more.

How could Yang Pan understand the extent of his abilities?

Cold intent surged in Yang Pan's eyes.

With his explosive temperament, he almost couldn't resist starting a battle right there.

But thinking about how he still needed to compete for the position of prince consort, Yang Pan temporarily suppressed his anger.

After winning the position of prince consort, he would challenge Jun Xiaoyao to a decisive battle at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City.

Jun Xiaoyao clearly understood Yang Pan's thoughts.

He didn't care when they fought, as the outcome wouldn't change either way.

Seeing the temporarily cooled hostilities between the two, the surrounding cultivators continued to marvel.

Jun Xiaoyao's entrance was too dominant, directly crushing the Champion Marquis's invincible aura.

However, they were also curious whether Jun Xiaoyao would participate in the competition for prince consort.

Jun Xiaoyao walked over to the Jun family's area.

"Divine Son!" Jun Zhangjian and others bowed, their eyes filled with joy.

They had also been troubled by those recent rumors.

But with Jun Xiaoyao's appearance, all the slanderous rumors collapsed on their own.

"Xiaoyao, I knew you wouldn't avoid battle," Jiang Shengyi came over with a smile.

"Sister Shengyi." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Beside them, Jiang Luori watched the two, her big eyes moving.

She didn't think too much of it.

"Divine Son, we meet again. That night of playing the zither is still fresh in my memory, unforgettable."

At this time, a beautiful woman approached again - it was the Heavenly Zither Lady.

Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia, with traces of admiration hidden in her eyes.

After learning Jun Xiaoyao's true identity, she felt somewhat honored.

But the Heavenly Zither Lady didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao had only used her once.

"W-w-what? Spending the whole night together?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luori was thunderstruck, as if turned to stone.

"I was first..." Jiang Luori pouted, thick jealousy spreading.

"Miss Jiang misunderstood, it was playing the zither, not spending the night together," the Heavenly Zither Lady explained.

Jiang Luori still had some reservations - it was the whole night after all, who knows what inappropriate things might have happened.

"What are you thinking about, silly girl?" Jun Xiaoyao tapped Jiang Luori's head.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao caught in this beauty's dilemma, even Jun Zhangjian enviously said: "If only I had one-tenth of the Divine Son's charm."

"You're dreaming?" Jun Xuefeng mocked.

At this moment, a majestic voice came from deep within the palace.

A golden bridge extended from the distant sky, and a group of people walked over slowly.

Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing imperial robes, his face dignified, carrying the great authority of one who rules the world.

This man was the emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, the Panwu Divine Lord.

Behind him followed a group of princes and princesses.

Wu Mingyue and the Third Prince were among them.

The Third Prince immediately noticed Jun Xiaoyao, his heart suddenly turning cold and sinking to the bottom.

"It's over, it really is him, the Jun family's Divine Son..."

The Third Prince had a faint premonition before.

He didn't expect it to come true now.

Hiring Netherworld assassins to kill the Jun family's Divine Son.

If this was exposed, the Third Prince couldn't imagine what consequences would follow.

"It's fine, stay calm, those Netherworld assassins won't reveal my identity even in death," the Third Prince thought.

Right at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze happened to fall on the Third Prince.

The Third Prince's whole body stiffened.

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a faint smile and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the Third Prince also forced out a smile.

In his heart, however, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that Jun Xiaoyao doesn't know I was behind it," the Third Prince thought secretly.

Moreover, even if Jun Xiaoyao suspected him, without evidence, the accusation wouldn't stand.

At worst, the Third Prince could just deny everything and play dumb.

Unfortunately, the Third Prince didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao's smile.

Was a devil's smile.

Wu Mingyue also saw Jun Xiaoyao, and her expression immediately became unnatural.

"He really came after all." Wu Mingyue sighed, unusually nervous.

After all, her fate was still in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

"Is that the Divine Dynasty's Crown Princess? First time seeing her, truly a beauty!"

"Yes, now I understand why so many geniuses are fighting to become her consort. Not only can they rise to prominence, but they can also win such a beauty."

Many cultivators looked at Wu Mingyue, their eyes filled with amazement.

Wearing a bright red dress, Wu Mingyue was charming and gorgeous, unparalleled in beauty.

"Mingyue..."

Xiao Chen, sitting in a corner, felt his heart surge with excitement and longing in his expression.

Wu Mingyue was his woman, today he wouldn't let anyone take her!

"Thank you all for attending this banquet. Today is also the day my daughter Mingyue chooses her consort. Only the genius who emerges victorious can become the consort of my Panwu Divine Dynasty."

The Panwu Divine Lord spoke, his voice spreading in all directions.

"Now, let the banquet begin. Young talents, you may also compete and display your skills."

As the Panwu Divine Lord's words fell, the entire banquet officially began.

"Haha, then let me make a fool of myself first. I have admired Princess Mingyue for a long time."

A handsome young man with a long sword on his back jumped onto the prepared platform and spoke with a laugh.

"He's the true disciple of the Southern Sword Sect, a rather powerful genius," some cultivators said.

The Southern Sword Sect was also a top-tier sword cultivation force.

However, Wu Mingyue didn't even look at that genius once.

"Hmph..."

A cold laugh came forth, from Yang Pan.

He directly thrust out his spear, the terrifying spear light causing ripples in space.

Seeing this, that Southern Sword Sect true disciple's expression changed drastically. The sword on his back unsheathed as he moved to defend.

However, in one move, that true disciple was sent flying with blood spurting from his mouth, a bloody hole appearing in his shoulder.

More seriously, all the bones in that true disciple's body were shattered.

Several elders from the Southern Sword Sect came forward to check, their faces extremely ugly.

But given Yang Pan's status and the Panwu Divine Lord's presence, they could only swallow their anger.

"Hmph, this position of consort, I will take it. Whoever wants to compete, feel free to come up for a battle!"

Yang Pan stood on the high platform, wearing the Skylight Horn Divine Armor and holding the Mourning Light Divine Spear, his momentum unmatched for the moment.

Boom!

Just as Yang Pan's words fell, a mighty aura suddenly emanated from a banquet seat in the back.

Along with it came a cold shout filled with determination.

"Only I, Xiao Chen, can be Mingyue's consort. As for you Yang Pan, get lost as far as you can!"