Hearing that sound, the joy on Ji Xuan's face suddenly vanished.
However, he did not panic too much; instead, he calmly turned around.
At a glance, he saw Jun Xiaoyao and the others.
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, but his deep-set eyes were filled with coldness.
Ji Xuan's actions had completely placed him in opposition to Jun Xiaoyao.
When dealing with enemies, Jun Xiaoyao would not show any good attitude.
What surprised Jun Xiaoyao slightly was that Ji Xuan did not seem overly surprised or wary upon seeing him.
On the contrary, he appeared calm and collected, as if he had everything under control.
From this, one could see the gap between Ji Xuan and Xiao Chen.
Although Xiao Chen was a person of great fortune, his background was limited. The Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, while a first-rate lineage, was clearly not comparable to the Immortal Dao lineage.
Ji Xuan came from an ancient aristocratic family, and in terms of temperament and vision, he was far superior to Xiao Chen.
This piqued Jun Xiaoyao's interest a bit.
At the very least, it shouldn't be too boring.
"Ji Xuan, you don't seem too surprised to see me, the Son of the Jun family?" Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.
"Jun Xiaoyao, I did not wish to be your enemy, but unfortunately, you have gone too far. Do you really think of me, Ji Xuan, as a treasure-hunting mouse?" Ji Xuan's gaze concealed sharpness.
"Otherwise? Is your value only this much?" Jun Xiaoyao replied indifferently.
"You..."
The corner of Ji Xuan's eye twitched slightly.
As a young sage of the Ji family, he had never suffered such humiliation.
Jun Zhangjian and the others were used to it; despite Jun Xiaoyao's usual appearance of being transcendent in white robes, seemingly untouched by the mundane world, when it came to verbal sparring, he could infuriate someone to the point of death.
Xiao Chen was a tragic victim of his sharp tongue.
"Heh, it seems that the dignified Son of the Jun family also resorts to bullying the few with the many."
Ji Xuan's eyes flickered slightly as he scanned the scene.
He had only one person on his side, while Jun Xiaoyao had five.
In such a battle, there was no need to fight at all.
"Ji Xuan, I know what you're planning. You merely want me to duel you one-on-one."
"Although I don't mind the idea of bullying the few with the many, there is truly no need to deal with you that way."
Jun Xiaoyao said, having seen through Ji Xuan's intentions at a glance.
"The world says that the Son of the Jun family is extremely arrogant and proud. It seems that is indeed the case. How would you know if you don't try?" Ji Xuan's eyes revealed a sharp light.
He had always wanted to fight Jun Xiaoyao.
As a top-tier genius, who would submit to whom without a real fight?
At least Ji Xuan would not submit.
Thus, he wanted to take this opportunity to spar with Jun Xiaoyao.
"Naive!"
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was cold, and the endless golden spiritual sea within his dantian surged with waves.
The vast golden divine power surged like a raging ocean, its momentum shaking the heart!
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand without using any martial arts or divine abilities.
Just a single palm strike felt like a great divine ability, capable of turning any Divine Bridge realm genius into a meat patty.
Feeling this overwhelming force, Ji Xuan's expression turned grave, losing its previous calmness.
Jun Xiaoyao was still like a celestial being, untouched by the world.
But when he moved, he resembled a divine king descending, a martial god appearing, his aura terrifying enough to make one tremble!
Ji Xuan also made his move, extending his right arm that had fused with the bone of a Saint King.
The Saint King was an existence that surpassed ordinary saints, ranking among the top tier in the saint realm.
Such a piece of Saint King bone was invaluable and immensely powerful.
In Ji Xuan's cultivation tier, it was practically a cheat.
It was like a divine artifact picked up by a novice player in a starter village, fused together.
What it created was a powerful genius with peak strength.
However...
When their palm strikes collided, the ripples of spiritual power erupted, and it was Ji Xuan who was sent flying!
Ji Xuan stumbled back dozens of steps, his chest surging with blood, a metallic taste rising in his throat, which he forcefully swallowed.
His eyes were filled with unprecedented astonishment and disbelief.
What was going on?
Why was he the one injured after clashing with Jun Xiaoyao, despite having fused with the Saint King bone?
Ji Xuan's gaze was bewildered and confused.
On the opposite side, Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly, expressing a hint of surprise: "Indeed, the Saint King bone is impressive; taking my palm strike only resulted in light injuries."
Jun Xiaoyao was used to overpowering his opponents.
He would first strike with a palm against any enemy.
Most enemies could not withstand his palm strike.
Only the remaining few were worth him using other means.
However, Jun Xiaoyao did not expect that Ji Xuan could withstand his palm strike and only suffer light injuries, which was a testament to the Saint King bone's reputation.
Hearing this, Ji Xuan felt even more doubtful about himself.
Shouldn't he have sent Jun Xiaoyao flying instead?
Now he was lightly injured, yet Jun Xiaoyao evaluated him as not bad?
What kind of "not bad" was that?
"But unfortunately, the Saint King bone is an external object, not yours; it ultimately does not belong to you!"
As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, he formed the Human King Seal and struck out.
With Ji Xuan's strength, it was impossible for him to fully unleash the power of the Saint King bone.
Moreover, since it was not his bone, it was bound to have some imperfections.
As for Jun Xiaoyao's own Supreme Bone, that was obtained through a system sign-in, perfectly fused with his body, without such flaws.
"Jun Xiaoyao, stop pontificating about the Saint King bone's power; how would you know!"
Ji Xuan, filled with a mix of shame and anger, felt insulted.
He struck again, the Saint King bone erupting with divine light, runes swirling on his arm bone, showcasing immense power.
His fist radiated astonishing energy, tearing through the void, carrying a royal aura, embodying a great martial art of the Ji family, the Fist of Royal Dao.
Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, formed the Human King Seal, summoning a vast and majestic imperial figure, as if the heavens and earth trembled under his authority.
With a single strike, divine light erupted, and spiritual power surged!
The two fist strikes collided, divine energy roaring.
This time, Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison technique.
Countless giant elephant particles infused with divine power made this strike seem capable of shattering the heavens and earth!
Boom!
A deafening sound echoed in all directions.
The depths of the Yuantian Secret Vault trembled with the roar.
In this extreme collision, a figure was sent flying once more.
It was Ji Xuan!
This time, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale instantly.
He had managed to block Jun Xiaoyao's first strike, but could not withstand his second.
"This... how is this possible?" Ji Xuan gripped his trembling right arm tightly with his left hand, his finger bones feeling as if they were about to crack, his entire arm shaking.
"Truly worthy of being the Son..."
Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the others looked at him with admiration.
Although they knew Jun Xiaoyao would not lose, they did not expect such a crushing dominance.
After all, the young sage Ji Xuan was quite formidable.
"Now, do you understand how foolish it is to challenge me, the Son?" Jun Xiaoyao said, hands behind his back.
"You..." Ji Xuan was left speechless.
He never imagined that Jun Xiaoyao's ancient holy body would be this powerful.
Thinking of this, Ji Xuan's eyes flickered.
He was unwilling to accept defeat so easily.
Ji Xuan subtly flipped his wrist, gripping a piece of dark-colored metal in his hand.
In an instant, a sense of life and death's cycle quietly spread out.
"Jun Xiaoyao, take this punch!"