Yang Pan, leveraging the power of the Pan Huang Living Sword, pointed its tip, releasing a brilliant sword light.
One sword seemed capable of tearing through the heavens and earth!
Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of his Supreme Bone.
A blazing and magnificent divine radiance burst forth from his chest, as if it were a divine tribulation baptism descended from the heavens.
When the two ultimate moves collided, thunder roared, the heavens and earth trembled violently, and a vast ripple of Divine Power swept across all directions.
If Panwu Divine Lord hadn't restrained this fluctuation with spatial bonds, the surrounding young Prodigies would have undoubtedly been either dead or injured.
And in such a terrifying collision,
Yang Pan was seen falling from the high heavens like a bird with broken wings, his chest armor stained with blood.
Even the protection of the Heavenly Light Horn God Armor couldn't allow him to withstand that impact.
Yang Pan's gaze was fixed intently on the center of the collision.
He wanted to know Jun Xiaoyao's condition.
However, when the light dissipated and the ripples subsided,
Jun Xiaoyao, in a white robe, stood serenely in his original spot, seemingly detached from the world.
"This…" Yang Pan's Face instantly froze.
It was as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
He had even brought out the Pan Huang Living Sword, yet he couldn't inflict any damage on Jun Xiaoyao?
At this moment, Yang Pan began to doubt whether the Pan Huang Living Sword he had summoned was fake.
"Not bad. If you could fully unleash the power of the Pan Huang Living Sword, perhaps it could indeed pose a slight threat to Jun, but unfortunately…" Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.
Previously, in the Yuantian Secret Treasure, even the Supreme Demonic Corpse couldn't inflict any major injuries on him.
What good was it now for Yang Pan to even summon the Pan Huang Living Sword?
"This is impossible…" Yang Pan was somewhat distraught.
Wasn't his greatest reliance the Pan Huang Living Sword?
But now, Yang Pan's Dao Heart began to waver.
"Are you still distracted during a major battle?"
Jun Xiaoyao's demonic wings unfurled behind him, and his figure moved as if flashing through the Void Realm, pressing down on Yang Pan with one hand.
Yang Pan regained his senses and hurriedly retaliated.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of consecutive moves made Champion Marquis continuously vomit blood; even the protection of the Heavenly Light Horn God Armor was useless.
Jun Xiaoyao unleashed another move of Immortal Slaughtering Swordplay, a vast and brilliant sword light, slashing horizontally at Yang Pan.
Yang Pan was scared out of his wits and hurriedly used the Pan Huang Living Sword to defend.
Pfft!
Blood spurted wildly as the Heavenly Light Horn God Armor on Yang Pan's body was directly cut open by the sword light.
A deep sword wound, visible to the bone, extended from his chest all the way to his abdomen.
If not for the Pan Huang Living Sword restoring him, Yang Pan would have likely died instantly.
Boom!
Jun Xiaoyao descended from the high heavens and stepped on Yang Pan's Face.
"After jumping around for so long, are you sober now?" Jun Xiaoyao asked indifferently.
"You…" Yang Pan struggled, but he couldn't turn over no matter what.
Jun Xiaoyao's own Divine Power almost crushed his head.
Shame, resentment, fury, powerlessness…
All sorts of emotions surged in Yang Pan's heart.
As Champion Marquis, a man beneath one and above ten thousand, he was like a local emperor in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.
And now, he was being stepped on the Face by Jun Xiaoyao in public, in front of countless powers.
This humiliation would be unforgettable for life.
"Young Master…" In the crowd, Qin Xuan's eyes reddened, and her delicate body trembled with excitement.
That enemy, whom she deeply hated yet felt powerless against, was now being trampled underfoot by Jun Xiaoyao, like a dead dog!
"Oh yeah, Brother Xiaoyao is the best, stomp that big beetle to death!" Jiang Luoli also clenched her small fists and cheered.
Jun Xiaoyao had said he would help her vent her anger, and now it was truly satisfying.
"Jun Family Divine Child, that's enough."
Finally, from the high platform, Panwu Divine Lord spoke.
No matter what, Yang Pan was still the Divine Dynasty's Champion Marquis, and being trampled like this truly made the Panwu Divine Dynasty lose Face.
Wu Mingyue, who was beside him, had to admit that she felt a certain delight seeing Yang Pan suffer a setback.
But then, she became anxious again.
Jun Xiaoyao had defeated Yang Pan, so didn't that mean he was qualified to become the Consort?
"Heh… Since the Divine Lord has spoken, why shouldn't Jun give some Face?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
He kicked out, adding immense, heavy force.
A series of cracking sounds rang out; it was Yang Pan's bones shattering.
He was kicked flying and crashed heavily into a side hall.
This scene made Panwu Divine Lord's eyes twitch slightly.
Jun Xiaoyao also knew that it was impossible to kill Yang Pan under the gaze of Panwu Divine Lord.
Besides, Yang Pan was also like a leek; he might still have value for harvesting in the future.
Pan Huang Sword, hmm…
Jun Xiaoyao admitted he was a little tempted.
Probably no one would be indifferent to an Emperor Weapon.
"Then, this competition today…" Panwu Divine Lord hesitated, unsure how to speak.
Originally, according to the script, Yang Pan should have swept all before him, then gloriously become the Consort and marry Wu Mingyue.
But now, looking at Yang Pan, who was lying in a pile of rubble, covered in blood and utterly disheveled, Panwu Divine Lord couldn't bring himself to say that he should be the Consort.
"Fine, appeasing Yang Pan doesn't necessarily have to be done this way," Panwu Divine Lord thought to himself.
If he could win over Jun Xiaoyao, this Prodigy, wouldn't he be more valuable than ten Yang Pans?
Thinking of this, Panwu Divine Lord spoke: "The Jun Family Divine Child is indeed as rumored, possessing Dragon-like appearance and Phoenix-like demeanor, with an invincible aura. It seems the most suitable candidate for Consort is now beyond doubt."
Panwu Divine Lord's words immediately caused an uproar from all directions.
Was he going to recruit Jun Xiaoyao as the Consort?
Jun Zhantian didn't say anything.
This was Jun Xiaoyao's own business; if he was willing, the Jun Family wouldn't object.
Jiang Luoli's small Face instantly changed, becoming incredibly nervous, her small hands clasped together.
Although Jiang Luoli sometimes appeared simple-minded, she was also very intelligent at times.
For instance, now, she didn't step forward to ask Jun Xiaoyao about his choice.
Of course, Jiang Luoli herself certainly didn't want Jun Xiaoyao to become the Consort.
Although it was normal for an excellent man like Jun Xiaoyao to have three wives and four concubines, Jiang Luoli would always have a knot in her heart.
Beside her, Jiang Shengyi also felt a hint of anxiety.
She also didn't want Jun Xiaoyao to agree to become the Consort.
"I'm doing this for Luoli," Jiang Shengyi murmured in her heart.
But what the true reason was, only Jiang Shengyi herself knew.
Besides them, many other female Cultivators who adored Jun Xiaoyao, his fanatical followers, also didn't want Jun Xiaoyao to become the Consort.
They were all girlfriend fans, fantasizing about becoming Jun Xiaoyao's Dao Companion.
If Jun Xiaoyao agreed to become the Consort, wouldn't these girlfriend fans' dreams be shattered?
At this moment, everyone in the heavens and earth was waiting for Jun Xiaoyao's answer.
Xiao Chen, covered in blood, his pupils trembled with anger.
He couldn't imagine how furious he would be if Jun Xiaoyao became the Consort.
Panwu Divine Lord, seeing that Jun Xiaoyao didn't immediately agree, frowned slightly and then dropped another bombshell.
"If one can become the Consort of my Panwu Divine Dynasty, they will receive one opportunity to enter the Panwu Burial Mound."
As soon as these words were uttered, an uproar erupted from all directions!