Chapter 90: The Two Armies Face Off
Outside the imperial capital of the ancient Zhuque Kingdom, the grand coalition of the three ancient nations launched another assault.
Yet many soldiers still bore traces of lingering fear on their faces.
After all, the last time, they had been terrified by the four guardians of the Jun family: Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain.
However, despite the residual dread in their hearts, the coalition did not panic excessively.
This was because they had heard from their commanders that a significant figure would be leading the charge, with mysterious forces providing assistance.
Even if the Jun family's divine son appeared, it would not be enough to prevent the downfall of the Zhuque Kingdom.
On the other hand, the Zhuque Kingdom had long been prepared.
Tens of thousands of Zhuque soldiers stood guard outside the imperial capital.
The Zhuque monarch, Bai Yuer, and others had already made their appearance.
"Has the divine son not arrived yet?" Bai Yuer asked a nearby attendant.
"Reporting to the princess, the message has been sent, and he is expected to arrive soon," the attendant replied.
"Good." Bai Yuer nodded slightly.
Without seeing Jun Xiaoyao, her heart could never be at ease.
Meanwhile, the coalition of the three ancient nations had already closed in on the imperial capital.
In the sky, three figures emerged, the rulers of the Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu nations.
However, what caught the attention of the Zhuque monarch and others was that behind the three of them, a magnificent bed, intricately carved from gold, was floating in the void.
Indeed, it was an extraordinarily large bed.
The four corners of the bed were adorned with dragon heads.
There were also gauzy curtains draping around it, but faintly, one could see several graceful silhouettes within.
This scene left the Zhuque monarch somewhat stunned.
Could it be that the mysterious young master mentioned by the Qinglong monarch was lying on that bed?
But this was too bizarre; who would refine a bed into a flying artifact?
As the Zhuque monarch thought of this, his expression suddenly changed.
"Could it be... him?" The Zhuque monarch's heart sank slightly.
If it was indeed as he suspected, the situation would be dire.
Even with the backing of the Jun family's divine son, it would likely be extremely troublesome.
"Hehe, Zhuque monarch, we meet again," the Qinglong monarch chuckled lightly.
This time, he appeared very confident.
"It seems you still have not given up your treachery; haven't you suffered enough from the last encounter?" The Zhuque monarch also stood firm.
With the Jun family's divine son backing him, he did not need to fear that mysterious young master too much.
At that moment, a cold and arrogant voice came from the golden dragon bed.
"Zhuque monarch, I will give you one last chance. Submit to me, hand over that item, and also..."
The voice paused before continuing.
"Let Princess Bai Yuer become my concubine."
The haughty and domineering tone echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The faces of the Zhuque Kingdom's people turned red with anger.
The Zhuque monarch's expression was equally icy, but upon hearing the mysterious young master refer to himself as "this lord," his heart sank completely.
It was almost certain that it was that person.
However, just then, a more chilling and domineering voice rang out from the sky.
"To make my people your concubine, who do you think you are?!"
Deep within the imperial capital, a golden divine light erupted.
It was a majestic nine-headed lion, pulling a golden war chariot, soaring through the air.
A figure of unparalleled grace stood atop the chariot, resembling a divine king in white, exuding an aura that shook the universe!
Behind him, Jun Zhangjian and the four guardians of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain surged forward like a torrent of destruction!
"The Jun family's divine son has arrived!"
"That is a top-tier ancient royal creature, a nine-headed lion, being used to pull a chariot!?"
"And the four guardians of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain have also come!"
The coalition of the three ancient nations was instantly thrown into chaos.
After all, they still bore the shadow of fear.
Not only from the four guardians, but also from Jun Xiaoyao, who had used the Slaughtering Immortal Sword Technique to annihilate tens of thousands of soldiers—truly a devil!
Jun Xiaoyao stood in the sky above the imperial capital.
His arrival, along with that of the four guardians, calmed the hearts of the Zhuque Kingdom's people.
Bai Yuer's eyes sparkled with joy.
Because when Jun Xiaoyao referred to "my people," it meant she belonged to him.
Even if she were a female slave, she would still be Jun Xiaoyao's female slave.
"Divine son." The Zhuque monarch slightly cupped his hands toward Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and looked at the golden dragon bed.
He had some guesses; if he was not mistaken, he was almost certain.
"The Jun family's divine son is indeed as rumored—arrogant and disdainful of others."
A cold voice came from within the golden dragon bed.
The reprimand from Jun Xiaoyao had greatly displeased him, but due to the Jun family's divine son's might, he did not explode in anger.
"It seems the mastermind behind the three ancient nations is you," Jun Xiaoyao said, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.
"Mastermind? Hehe, this lord merely wishes to subdue some subordinate forces," the voice replied.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
This statement was clearly an excuse.
His true goal was the bronze compass inherited by the four ancient nations.
Subduing forces was merely a ruse.
Moreover, he referred to himself as "this lord."
Jun Xiaoyao had nearly guessed his identity.
"I do not like it when people hide and seek in front of me; show yourself!"
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm as he formed a fist seal and struck out.
At this moment, his realm was at the late stage of the Unification Realm, far surpassing his previous peak in the Divine Bridge Realm.
The same technique unleashed a power that was entirely incomparable.
A vividly alive golden dragon coiled around his fist and struck out, executing the Dragon Fist.
Everyone heard a dragon's roar as a golden dragon soared through the air, crashing toward the golden dragon bed.
Jun Xiaoyao had not yet infused the power of the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique, but this punch was enough to shatter a thousand-zhang mountain!
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from within the golden dragon bed.
A hand reached out, and magical power surged forth, seemingly transforming into countless hands in an instant, slapping at the void, causing the space to tremble slightly.
"Hmm? Hunyuan Palm... it seems it really is him," Jun Wanjie thought, his eyes flashing.
He had nearly confirmed the person's identity before, and now, with the divine ability unleashed, it further revealed his identity.
Boom!
In the void, the two techniques collided, stirring up waves of chaos.
Countless onlookers were left speechless.
Was this the battle fluctuation of a Unification Realm prodigy? Why did it feel as terrifying as a Saint?
The violent shockwave swept in all directions, while Jun Xiaoyao remained unmoved.
The golden dragon bed, however, was pushed back, and the gauzy curtains were completely torn and blown away.
Finally, the figures within were revealed.
Many scantily clad beauties were directly killed by the shockwave, lying haphazardly on the bed.
At the center of the bed sat a young man wearing a jade crown and a crimson-gold royal robe, his appearance unremarkable and lacking any distinctive features, gazing coldly at Jun Xiaoyao.
"It really is you, Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty!" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.