Sacred Body of the Immortals

In the cracked pit, Xiao Chen stood up, his body trembling, with blood streaming down his chin.

His eyes were bloodshot, unable to believe what had happened.

He couldn't accept that he had lost again.

Before, he had repeatedly lost to Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, he couldn't even defeat the Champion Marquis.

Despite Xiao Chen's resilient personality, he felt his dao heart about to collapse.

To be honest, Xiao Chen's strength wasn't weak.

If Yang Pan didn't have the Panhuang Divine Sword, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Unfortunately, with the Panhuang Divine Sword in his possession, Yang Pan stood undefeated from the start.

This was also the source of Pan Wu Divine Lord's confidence.

The position of Prince Consort would ultimately belong to Yang Pan.

At this moment, many cultivators around sighed with emotion.

They could naturally see that Xiao Chen and Wu Mingyue seemed to have some relationship.

It was like a story from a storyteller's tale - a commoner trying to marry a princess.

But reality was reality, and it couldn't be as perfect as in legendary novels.

Xiao Chen ultimately couldn't succeed in his rise from obscurity.

"Haha, let me ask - is there anyone else?" Yang Pan's momentum was overwhelming.

The geniuses from various major powers all showed wariness in their expressions.

Ye Xingyun from the Ancient Ye Family, Wang Gang from the Northern Wang Family, and Huang Xuanyi from the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain had all come to attend the ceremony, not to compete for the position of Prince Consort.

So they didn't make a move.

Seeing no one respond, Yang Pan felt an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Being invincible was truly lonely...

He turned his head, looking at Wu Mingyue whose face had turned pale, and said with a smile: "Mingyue, you will ultimately be mine."

Wu Mingyue's face darkened, her jade hands tightly clenched.

Her disgust for Yang Pan had reached its peak.

His personality was vile, and his appearance was mediocre.

Although Wu Mingyue also despised Jun Xiaoyao, she had to admit that his appearance was indeed pleasing to the eye.

At least looking at him every day wouldn't cause any annoyance, but rather would be a supreme enjoyment.

But if she had to face Yang Pan every day, she would feel sick to the point of vomiting.

Just as Yang Pan was feeling proud and considering victory assured...

A lazy voice slowly transmitted.

"Just got slammed into the ground by this Divine Son, and now you're starting to jump around again?"

"Hmm?" Yang Pan raised his eyebrows and looked over.

There stood Jun Xiaoyao, one hand behind his back, standing with indifference, his expression carrying a kind of aloof detachment.

Indeed...

Just like a deity looking down upon mortals.

Jun Xiaoyao had stepped forward!

Whoosh!

This scene caused an uproar in all directions.

"The Jun Family's Divine Son is finally making his move?"

"Does he also want to compete for the position of Prince Consort?"

"Interesting, when the Jun Family's Divine Son takes action, can he suppress the Champion Marquis?"

"It might be difficult, after all, the Champion Marquis possesses the Panhuang Divine Sword, not easy to deal with."

Meanwhile, the outstanding young women from various forces and many female cultivators felt their hearts break.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you..." Jiang Luoli covered her mouth in disbelief.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao really wanted to marry the Princess of the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty?

Although Jiang Shengyi didn't say anything, her clear pupils also showed a trace of surprise.

Jun Xiaoyao gave a faint smile.

He naturally wouldn't compete for any position of Prince Consort.

In this world, any woman he wanted, he could have - why would he need to compete?

Moreover, which woman was worthy of Jun Xiaoyao competing for?

At least for now, he hadn't met one.

Besides, this Wu Mingyue was already his slave.

She was Jun Xiaoyao's private property.

Did Yang Pan ask for the master's permission before wanting to marry Wu Mingyue?

"Jun Xiaoyao, very well, since you've voluntarily stepped forward, let's have a fair fight."

"Whatever invincible legend of the Jun Family's Divine Son, it means nothing before me!" Yang Pan's tone was arrogant and domineering.

He believed that his previous predicament was only because Jun Xiaoyao had attacked by surprise.

In a fair fight, he wouldn't lose.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao merely shook his head.

"What, scared now?" Yang Pan raised his eyebrows.

Jun Xiaoyao gave a light chuckle, then stomped his foot on the ground, causing tremors in all directions!

His figure soared into the high heavens, finally landing at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City!

Looking down from above, surveying all living beings!

"Yang Pan, you alone dare to challenge this Divine Son?" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Pan's face darkened.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao standing at the peak, his white robes fluttering, his appearance peerlessly beautiful, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Too damn flamboyant.

"Yang Pan, I'm not just talking about you. I'm saying that all those present who dare to oppose me... are trash."

As these words fell, the entire venue fell silent!

These words were clearly not aimed at Yang Pan alone.

Xiao Chen's face sank to its lowest point.

A flash of coldness appeared in Ye Xingyun's eyes.

Both Huang Xuanyi and Feng Qingling's expressions turned ugly.

Even Wang Gang from the Northern Wang Family felt somewhat displeased, feeling that Jun Xiaoyao was truly too arrogant.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you..." Yang Pan exploded with anger.

Jun Xiaoyao was clearly looking down on him, unwilling to fight one-on-one.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Xiao Chen and said: "Xiao Chen, I know you want to kill me. Now I'm giving you this chance."

He then turned to look at Ye Xingyun.

"Ye Xingyun, at the tenth birthday banquet last time, you were suppressed by this Divine Son. You must be quite unhappy about that. Here's your chance."

"And Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, if you want to make a move, this Divine Son will take you on."

"In short, today, above the imperial city, at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City..."

"This Divine Son alone will fight all of you!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice was cold and clear as he stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes and hair floating in the wind.

Standing at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City, he was like... a deity!

Boom!

These words were like a boulder dropping into the ocean, stirring up tremendous waves.

Throughout the entire Purple Forbidden City, countless forces and their people were dumbstruck.

Although they knew Jun Xiaoyao was powerful and had an invincible bearing.

But this time, it wasn't just fighting one person, but challenging everyone.

Not to mention others, just Yang Pan alone wasn't someone ordinary people could handle.

Then there was Xiao Chen, who though defeated, had demonstrated his obvious strength.

Ye Xingyun from the Ye family, carrying the Star King Body, had undoubted power.

Huang Xuanyi and Feng Qingling from Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain were also top figures among the younger generation.

It could be said that any single one of these people could dominate an area.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao actually wanted to challenge all of them with his power alone.

This absolutely shocked everyone's eyes!

"Jun Xiaoyao, you're too arrogant!" Yang Pan couldn't bear it anymore and immediately attacked, his spear piercing forward towards Jun Xiaoyao.

He had agreed to duel Jun Xiaoyao at the peak of the Purple Forbidden City - how could he endure such humiliation?

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent as his right hand reached out, twenty Daluo Immortal Bones releasing divine light.

Immortal mist swirled, divine light surged, like the hand of an ancient god that could destroy a planet with one palm!

Boom boom boom!

As the palm print descended, the spectacle was magnificent, as if a corner of the heavens had collapsed and fallen.

Bang!

Yang Pan was directly suppressed downward, once again crashing into the ground with a thunderous sound.

For a moment, there was dead silence.

Inside the Purple Forbidden City, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop...