Chapter 92

While Yang Pan was being overpowered by Jun Xiaoyao when he fought earlier, the powerful aura he emanated was still frightening to behold.

It could be said that ordinary geniuses from immortal forces would never be able to defeat Yang Pan.

However, Jun Xiaoyao was now saying that the Yang Pan in front of him was just a clone. That was rather terrifying.

If even his doppelganger had such strength, then how powerful was Yang Pan's main body?

Jun Xiaoyao looked calm.

The moment he saw Yang Pan, he knew that he was just a clone.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not care about that.

Be it a clone or a clone, they were all the same to him. He could suppress them as he pleased. There was not much difference.

At most, he would only need to use a few more moves to suppress the real one.

In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was extremely gloomy.

He said coldly, "There is no need for the real one to take over the Four Quadrants Ancient Nation. I just didn't expect to run into you."

Yang Pan was boiling with anger.

He was indeed just a clone. The real Yang Pan was still in the Jin Dynasty.

But in Yang Pan's opinion, even if it was just a clone, it was more than enough to take over the Four Quadrants Ancient Nation. He did not need to do it himself.

But who would have thought that Jun Xiaoyao was behind the Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix?

That was a huge variable that hindered Yang Pan's plan.

Yang Pan took a deep breath and said coldly, "Jun Xiaoyao, since you know that I'm just a clone, you should know how powerful the real one is."

"If you stop now, there is still room for you to stay."

Yang Pan knew that it was impossible for his clone to defeat Jun Xiaoyao. Therefore, he could only use his real one to suppress the other.

"I don't care if you're just a clone or not. What difference does it make to me, the Son Of God? I can crush you with one palm." Jun Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and looked indifferent.

"You …" Yang Pan raised his eyebrows. His eyes were filled with coldness.

"As expected of Lord Son Of God …" Bai Yu'er and the others looked at him with admiration.

How many people in the Huangtian Mystic Realm dared to look down on the Marquis Champion of the Jin Dynasty?

"Fine, Jun Xiaoyao, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit," Yang Pan said.

Around him, four pitch-black silhouettes materialized, carrying with them a suffocating amount of pressure.

"It's those four Sages …" The White Tiger Ruler and the Black Tortoise Ruler's eyes were filled with fear.

If it weren't for the four Saints, the two countries wouldn't have been defeated so easily.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at them and shook his head slightly. "Four puppets comparable to the Sage Realm. Yang Pan, you're quite lucky."

"What? That's a puppet?" The White Tiger and Black Tortoise Monarchs were astonished.

"So what if you're puppets? It's enough to suppress you all." Yang Pan sneered.

He had no intention of killing Jun Xiaoyao.

If he were to kill Jun Xiaoyao with his own strength, then even the Jun Family would not be able to find any evidence against him.

After all, it was normal for the younger generation to die in a fight.

However, if Yang Pan were to kill Jun Xiaoyao with the Sages' puppets, the Jun Family would definitely be furious.

Even the Panwu Jin Dynasty behind him would not be able to protect him.

While Yang Pan was arrogant beyond measure, he was not brainless.

All he needed to do was to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and the others with the Sages' puppets.

After that, he could simply attack the imperial city of the Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix and take the compass components.

"Jun Xiaoyao, as long as I use the Sages' puppets to suppress you, the Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix will still be mine. Be it that item or Bai Yu 'er, they'll all be mine."

Yang Pan took a look at Bai Yu 'er, and his eyes flashed with a hint of fiery evilness.

Bai Yu 'er was indeed very beautiful. She was so charming that Yang Pan's heart was itching.

He had a habit of collecting beautiful women, and Bai Yu 'er was a treasure that he had to have.

"Dream on! Can you even compare to a finger of Lord Son Of God?" Bai Yu 'er rebuked coldly, and her eyes were filled with disgust.

While Yang Pan's strength and status were not weak, his appearance, character, and temperament could not be compared to Jun Xiaoyao's at all.

One was a celestial being.

The other was a commoner.

How could the two be compared?

"Bitch, let's see if you'll still say that when you've submitted to me!" Yang Pan rebuked.

The four Sages' puppets unleashed their auras at the same time, ready to attack.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept across the rulers.

"Do you still want to follow Yang Pan?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words made the White Tiger Ruler and the Black Tortoise Ruler's expressions change, and then the look in their eyes changed.

To be honest, Yang Pan was temperamental, and he even called them shit eating trash.

Instead of following the Marquis Champion and being bullied, it was better to submit to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's status could only be higher than the Marquis Champion's.

With that in mind, the two rulers did not hesitate. In a flash, they switched sides and said, "We are willing to submit to the Son Of God of the Jun family!"

"You …" Cold flames burned in Yang Pan's eyes.

The Azure Dragon Ruler's face was tense. He did not choose to side with Jun Xiaoyao.

That was because his son, Xiao Chen, already had a grudge against Jun Xiaoyao.

In addition, the Ancient Kingdom of Azure Dragon was considered the leader of this war.

The Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix would not let the Ancient Kingdom of Azure Dragon off the hook so easily.

Most importantly, the Azure Dragon Ruler wanted to become the ruler of the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom.

Only Yang Pan would be able to fulfill his ambitions.

Therefore, the Azure Dragon Ruler was determined to cling to Yang Pan's thigh.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't seem to mind the Azure Dragon King's indifference.

He still wanted to mess with Xiao Chen in the future, so it was not a wise move to take in his father.

"Hmph, do the two of you have a death wish?" Yang Pan said coldly.

The faces of the two monarchs were unnatural.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, "With me around, who would dare to destroy their country?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't be so smug. I have the Azure Dragon Ruler and five Saints here. We can still suppress you all!"

At Yang Pan's command, the Azure Dragon Ruler led the four Saint Puppets and charged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

The Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise Rulers' auras also surged as they prepared to meet the enemy.

However, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and smiled. "There's no need for that for now. Let's just watch the show."

"Watch the show?" The three rulers froze in place.

At that moment, the sound of a zither suddenly rang out in the distance. It turned into a thousand-foot-long killing blade that cut across the sky.

That terrifying zither Killing Blade even tore space apart. Wherever it passed, a pitch-black spatial crack was left behind.

"A guardian!" Yang Pan's expression changed abruptly.

This time, he had come with a clone, so he did not have a guardian with him.

However, he did not expect Jun Xiaoyao to have a guardian hiding behind him.

Moreover, judging from the power of that move, it was definitely not something an ordinary Saint could compare to.

"Damn it!"

The Azure Dragon Ruler's eyes were filled with unprecedented shock.

That zither killing blade caused even a Saint like him to feel a chill run down his spine, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Imperial Dragon Fist!"

The Azure Dragon Ruler let out a low roar as he fully unleashed his power as a Saint. The shadow of an Azure Dragon accompanied his fist as it blasted out, shaking the heavens!

However, the result was …

Poof!

The killing blade swept across, and a head fell to the ground!

The Azure Dragon Ruler was dead!