Sacred Body of the Immortals

The Jun and Jiang families were two of the three great noble houses. In terms of power and heritage, they were the leaders among all the ancient noble families. Even ordinary immortal sects dared not provoke them casually.

Moreover, the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty had shown signs of decline in recent years. They had not even located their strategic weapon, the Imperial Sword of Pan Huang.

Under such circumstances, if they truly offended these two great families, the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty would pay an unimaginable price. It could even trigger an immortal war.

For these reasons, the Pan Wu Divine Lord forcefully suppressed his anger. However, his eyes remained ice-cold.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, composed and wearing a cold smile. He enjoyed seeing how the Pan Wu Divine Lord despised him yet could do nothing about it.

"This brat..." The Pan Wu Divine Lord's eye twitched. Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's smirk, he wanted to strike him down with one palm. But reason made him contain his killing intent.

Seeing the Pan Wu Divine Lord's inaction, the elders from various factions secretly drew in sharp breaths. It seemed the Jun family's deterrence was far stronger than they had imagined. Despite Jun Xiaoyao's provocative insults, the Pan Wu Divine Lord cowered like a turtle, not daring to suppress him.

"Enough, Jun Xiaoyao! Since you look down on the position of Imperial Son-in-law, then leave! My Pan Wu Divine Dynasty doesn't need you!" The Pan Wu Divine Lord waved his sleeve coldly. This was his last attempt to save face.

Jun Xiaoyao remained standing, tilted his head and said: "Pan Wu Divine Lord, didn't you understand? I disdain the position of Imperial Son-in-law. But I will enter Pan Wu Tomb!"

"Outrageous!" The Pan Wu Divine Lord's energy fluctuated uncontrollably. He had already dropped the matter and asked Jun Xiaoyao to leave, yet Jun Xiaoyao still pushed his luck.

At this moment, Jun Zhantian stepped forward and said coldly: "Pan Wu Divine Lord, mind your words. Not just anyone can rebuke our Jun family's young master."

The Pan Wu Divine Lord's face froze.

At this time, Wu Mingyue couldn't help but say: "Jun Xiaoyao, enough! Mingyue admits she's not worthy of you, but please don't make unreasonable demands!"

"Unreasonable? I've always convinced people with reason. When have I ever been unreasonable?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's attitude, Wu Mingyue angrily gritted her teeth. Shameless! Jun Xiaoyao was too shameless! If Jun Xiaoyao truly spoke reason, pigs would climb trees!

"Fine, let's see what reason you can give. If you can't, this matter won't end here today!" The Pan Wu Divine Lord said coldly. He had already backed down - if he showed any more weakness, what authority would the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty have left?

"The reason is simple." A light projection stone appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's hand. He turned his gaze toward the Third Prince, his lips curled in a faint smile.

Seeing this smile, the Third Prince's heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a valley. He felt an intense sense of foreboding.

"No... impossible... absolutely not... he's just trying to scare me..." The Third Prince broke out in cold sweat, his legs beginning to tremble.

Jun Xiaoyao infused divine power into the light projection stone. The soul projection of the Netherworld assassin in blood-colored clothes appeared, along with his words:

"It was the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty's... Third Prince... who hired us Netherworld assassins to kill you..."

The voice from the light projection stone spread throughout the entire Purple Forbidden City.

For a moment, all directions fell silent.

Countless people stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene in the light projection stone.

"The Pan Wu Divine Dynasty's Third Prince actually hired Netherworld assassins to kill the Jun family's young master?" A top-level sect elder drew in a sharp breath, extremely shocked.

"Is he tired of living? What immortal sects fear most is having their successors assassinated by killers."

"It's over, the Third Prince is finished..."

After a brief silence, thunderous clamor erupted from all around.

Everyone felt incredible that Jun Xiaoyao would produce such evidence.

"How... how is this possible?" Wu Mingyue's jade face froze as she felt her whole body turn cold.

Assassinate Jun Xiaoyao? How much courage would it take to do such a thing?

The Pan Wu Divine Lord's expression was also stunned, no longer maintaining his previous confidence.

Thud!

The Third Prince's legs gave way as he fell on his buttocks, his crotch wet and emitting a strange smell.

"No... no, I didn't, I know nothing about this!" The Third Prince was drenched in sweat, his face as pale as death, his body shaking like sifted chaff.

"You did it but dare not admit it? I have witnesses," Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

From the crowd, a stunning woman stepped out - it was the Heavenly Zither Lady.

She cast a cold glance at the Third Prince and said: "The Heavenly Zither Lady can testify that previously at the Celestial Jade Tower, the Third Prince harbored deep hostility toward Young Master."

"Afterwards, Young Master indeed came to the Heavenly Zither Lady's residence to discuss music and the Dao. The assassination must have occurred after Young Master left."

The Heavenly Zither Lady's words undoubtedly further confirmed the truth of the matter.

"Heavenly Zither Lady, you..." Upon hearing this, the Third Prince nearly coughed up blood.

He had pursued the Heavenly Zither Lady for so long, even willing to give up many treasures and celestial essence.

Yet now, the Heavenly Zither Lady betrayed him without any hesitation.

The Heavenly Zither Lady's jade face was cold with disgust: "How could someone like Young Master be assassinated by the likes of you?"

After speaking, the Heavenly Zither Lady turned to look at Jun Xiaoyao, immediately changing to an obedient smile.

As if hoping to receive Jun Xiaoyao's praise and approval.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly and nodded faintly at the Heavenly Zither Lady.

The Heavenly Zither Lady also smiled, very content.

Seeing this scene, the Third Prince's face turned purple, and he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The goddess in his heart had become Jun Xiaoyao's devoted follower!

But now, an even greater crisis was just arriving.

After the evidence was confirmed, Jun Xiaoyao said coldly: "Pan Wu Divine Lord, your dynasty's Third Prince tried to assassinate me. How shall we settle this account?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words made the Pan Wu Divine Lord's face sink to the extreme. He turned to look at the Third Prince, wishing he could kill this unfilial son with one palm.

Today, the entire Pan Wu Divine Dynasty had lost all face!

Wu Mingyue was also frightened, never expecting the situation to develop to this point.

Jun Zhantian and several clan elders stepped forward, their old faces bearing anger and coldness: "Pan Wu Divine Lord, shouldn't you give our Jun family an explanation?"

The Pan Wu Divine Lord was momentarily forced speechless.

However, at this moment.

Suddenly, a sword-like zither note came breaking through the distant void!

The target was none other than the Third Prince!

"Who dares?!" The Pan Wu Divine Lord reacted, but it was already too late.

Slash!

The killing blade passed through, blood spraying across the sky!

The Third Prince's head and body separated, his head flying high!

His face still bore expressions of shock, confusion, fear, and dread.

"Damn it, who dares kill my son!" The Pan Wu Divine Lord exploded in rage, his energy erupting.

A voice cold as frost transmitted from the depths of the void:

"Those who dare harm the Young Master shall be killed without mercy!"