Chapter 93: A Single Palm Strike to Kill

The dignified ruler of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, one of the four great ancient nations, was struck down with a single blow, his head rolling away.

Blood splattered across the sky, a truly tragic sight.

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe that a sage could be killed so easily.

As the head of the Qinglong Kingdom fell to the ground, his expression was frozen in terror, confusion, and disbelief.

It was as if he was questioning how a dignified sage could possibly be killed in one strike.

However, that was not all; the sound of the zither, like a blade, continued its relentless assault on the four sage puppets.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted.

Two of the sage puppets were directly destroyed, severed in half.

The remaining two puppets were also heavily damaged; although they had not completely disintegrated, they were already in tatters.

The entire battlefield was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The Champion Marquis's pupils trembled violently, revealing a hint of disbelief.

The protector of Jun Xiaoyao was unexpectedly so strong?

Originally, Yang Pan thought that even if Jun Xiaoyao had a protector, he would probably only be at the sage level.

Generally speaking, stronger beings would not be willing to act as personal caretakers.

The protector of Jun Xiaoyao clearly possessed strength beyond the sage level.

"Could it be a Sage King?" Yang Pan's expression darkened.

Since becoming the Champion Marquis, he had never suffered such a significant loss.

Now, he had nearly lost all his high-end combat power, and the remaining two damaged puppets had almost no fighting capability left.

On the other hand, Jun Xiaoyao had not only a terrifyingly powerful protector but also three sages on his side.

With the armies of the Baihu Ancient Kingdom and the Xuanwu Ancient Kingdom turning against him.

The Champion Marquis's situation was dire.

Seeing this situation, Yang Pan took a deep breath and said, "Jun Xiaoyao, do you really want to oppose me? How about we both take a step back now?"

Yang Pan was not foolish; having come this far, if he continued to push forward, he would be the one to suffer.

"Heh, weren't you quite aggressive before? Now you want to take a step back?" Jun Xiaoyao coldly mocked.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I am giving you face. There is no benefit in being my enemy!" Yang Pan's expression fluctuated between dark and light.

"Do I need your face? Besides, I have so many enemies; I don't need another stable boy like you," Jun Xiaoyao replied indifferently.

He no longer spoke further and raised his hand to probe.

A fierce golden aura surged into the sky, transforming into a lifelike golden divine elephant, as if it could suppress the universe.

Facing the Champion Marquis's avatar, Jun Xiaoyao did not even need to use any great divine powers; he could simply slap it down to end the battle.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are digging your own grave!" Yang Pan roared in anger, unleashing his own divine powers.

But as a mere avatar, without the Panhuang Divine Sword by his side, how could he be a match for Jun Xiaoyao?

Pfft!

With a single slap, Jun Xiaoyao crushed Yang Pan's avatar into a mist of blood, shattering it completely.

When everyone saw this scene, they felt their scalps go numb.

The Champion Marquis's avatar was thus killed with a single slap.

"Has the Jun family’s divine son become this powerful?" Many generals were astonished.

Their realms were several levels higher than Jun Xiaoyao's, but at this moment, witnessing his ferocity, they all felt a sense of trepidation.

At the same time that Jun Xiaoyao shattered Yang Pan's avatar.

Far away in the Panwu Divine Dynasty, within a magnificent palace filled with golden splendor and purple qi, a furious roar echoed.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I, Yang Pan, will not coexist with you!"

Hearing this voice, the maids and attendants outside the palace turned pale, filled with panic.

If Yang Pan were to become enraged, he would be even more terrifying than a Shura demon.

"I think I heard the name of the Jun family’s divine son. What grievance does the Marquis have with him?" some servants thought, trembling in fear.

At this moment, a cold voice came from within the palace.

"Come, convey my orders: I, Champion Marquis Yang Pan, will challenge Jun Xiaoyao of the Jun family at the royal palace of the Divine Dynasty, at the peak of the Forbidden City!"

"The time will be set for the day of the selection of the prince consort for Wu Mingyue. I will trample Jun Xiaoyao underfoot in front of all the forces of the Immortal Domain!"

Upon hearing this, all the servants around the palace were petrified, their eyes wide open, gasping in shock.

The Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty was challenging the divine son of the ancient Jun family.

This was no small matter; if it got out, it would cause a huge uproar!

Moreover, the timing was set for the day of Wu Mingyue's selection of a prince consort. Just how explosive would the Panwu Divine Dynasty be then?

How many forces would be drawn to it?

It was unimaginable...

"A grand era of competition among the young talents is about to unfold. I hope the Marquis can emerge victorious in the end," an old servant sighed.

Meanwhile, on the side of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom.

Jun Xiaoyao was unaware that Yang Pan was furious and had challenged him.

Even if he knew, Jun Xiaoyao likely wouldn't care.

Daring to shout in front of him?

A single slap would suffice.

Countless people around still had lingering shock in their eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, wore a calm expression.

Casually killing an avatar of Yang Pan was truly not a big deal for him.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over the blood mist left by Yang Pan's avatar, where a ring was glimmering.

He reached out and grabbed it.

The ring had a soul seal, and Jun Xiaoyao casually activated the true spirit within his divine palace.

That true spirit, like a miniature version of Jun Xiaoyao, released a powerful soul force.

Although Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was extraordinarily powerful, he had not neglected his soul cultivation.

He had been continuously practicing the Chaotic Divine Grinding Method.

Jun Xiaoyao's soul force easily broke through the ring's seal.

He did not care about the chaotic items within.

What he cared about was the components of the bronze compass.

Sure enough, the three pieces of the bronze compass were all inside.

"Yang Pan, oh Yang Pan, after plotting for so long, you ended up being the one to help me reap the rewards. You are simply a second Xiao Chen," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.

Yang Pan's painstaking schemes ultimately benefited Jun Xiaoyao.

He knew that at this moment, Yang Pan must be furious enough to explode on the spot.

Jun Xiaoyao stored the three pieces of the compass into his spatial artifact.

With that, he had gathered all four pieces of the compass.

However, it was clearly not the time to study them.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced down at the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom's army, where every person's face was as pale as death.

The generals, in particular, revealed a hint of hatred in their eyes.

After all, their ruler had indirectly died at the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

"Convey my orders: all generals above the rank of soldier in the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom are to be killed," Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"Yes!"

Before the Zhuque Kingdom's ruler could respond, the Baihu Kingdom's ruler and the Xuanwu Kingdom's ruler hurriedly volunteered to comply.

Since they had already surrendered, they naturally had to show some attitude.

Soon, they wiped out the many generals of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, and the soldiers all surrendered.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao issued orders to unify and integrate the four ancient kingdoms into the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom.

The ruler of the Zhuque Kingdom would be the ruler of the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom.

And his successor would be Bai Yuer.

This upheaval among the four ancient kingdoms thus came to a close.

However, the waves had only just begun...