Chapter 92: It Turned Out to Be Just a Clone

Previously, when Yang Pan made his move, although he was being suppressed and beaten by Jun Xiaoyao, the powerful aura he exuded still sent shivers down people's spines.

It could be said that ordinary prodigies from immortal forces would definitely not be able to defeat Yang Pan.

However, now Jun Xiaoyao actually claimed that the Yang Pan before him was merely a clone, which was somewhat terrifying.

If even a clone possesses such strength, how powerful must the true Yang Pan be?

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained very calm.

From the moment he laid eyes on Yang Pan, he understood that he was just a clone.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not care about this.

Because whether it was the true body or a clone, in his eyes, they were the same; he could suppress them at will, with little difference.

At most, it would just take a few more moves to suppress the true body.

In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face darkened to the extreme.

He coldly said, "To subdue the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom, there was no need for my true body to take action; I just didn't expect to run into you."

Yang Pan's inner fury surged.

He was indeed just a clone; the true Yang Pan was still in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

However, in Yang Pan's view, even as a clone, it was more than enough to subdue the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom without needing his true self to step in.

But who could have anticipated that behind the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom stood Jun Xiaoyao?

This unexpected variable hindered Yang Pan's plans.

Yang Pan took a deep breath and then spoke coldly, "Jun Xiaoyao, since you know that this lord is merely a clone, you should also understand just how powerful my true body is."

"If you withdraw now, there may still be a chance for you to save yourself."

Yang Pan knew that his clone could not defeat Jun Xiaoyao, so he could only use his true body to intimidate him.

"Whether you are the true body or a clone, does it make a difference to this divine son? It's all just a matter of being suppressed with a single palm," Jun Xiaoyao said, hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"You..." Yang Pan's brows furrowed, a cold and fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Truly worthy of being the divine son..." Bai Yuer and the others looked at him with admiration.

In the荒天仙域, how many dared to look down on the champion lord of the divine dynasty like this?

"Fine, Jun Xiaoyao, you are asking for trouble." As soon as Yang Pan finished speaking, four pitch-black figures emerged around him, exuding a suffocating and overwhelming pressure.

"It’s those four saints..." The leaders of the Baihu and Xuanwu kingdoms revealed expressions of apprehension.

If it weren't for those four saints, their two kingdoms would not have so easily fallen and submitted.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over and shook his head slightly, saying, "Four puppets comparable to the saint realm, Yang Pan, your luck is quite good."

"What? Those are puppets?" The leaders of the Baihu and Xuanwu kingdoms were astonished.

"So what if they are puppets? It's enough to suppress you," Yang Pan sneered.

He had no intention of killing Jun Xiaoyao.

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

After all, it was quite normal for the younger generation to compete fiercely, even to the point of life and death.

But if Yang Pan were to kill Jun Xiaoyao with a saint puppet, the Jun family would definitely be furious.

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

Although Yang Pan was arrogant, he was not without sense.

He only needed to use the saint puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and the others.

Then he could directly launch a strong attack on the imperial capital of the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom and obtain the compass components.

"Jun Xiaoyao, as long as I suppress you with the saint puppets, the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom will not be out of this lord's grasp. Whether it’s that item or Bai Yuer, they will all belong to me."

Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yuer, a flicker of heated and sinister desire flashing in his eyes.

Bai Yuer was indeed beautiful, charming and alluring, making Yang Pan feel a bit restless.

He had a habit of collecting beautiful women, and Bai Yuer was a treasure he must have.

"Delusional! Do you think you can compare to a single finger of the divine son?" Bai Yuer coldly retorted, her eyes filled with disdain.

Although Yang Pan's strength and status were not weak, in terms of appearance, character, and temperament, he was in no way comparable to Jun Xiaoyao.

One was a celestial being from the heavens.

The other was a commoner from the streets.

Could these two be compared?

"You wretched woman, just wait until you submit to me; let’s see if you’ll still say that!" Yang Pan scolded.

The four saint puppets simultaneously unleashed their auras, preparing to strike.

At that moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept toward the several kingdom leaders.

"Are you all going to follow Yang Pan?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words caused the Baihu and Xuanwu kingdom leaders' expressions to change, their eyes shifting.

To be honest, Yang Pan's temperament was erratic, and he had even insulted them as worthless fools.

Rather than endure humiliation alongside the champion lord, it was better to choose to submit to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's status was undoubtedly higher than that of the champion lord.

Considering this, there was almost no hesitation; the two leaders flashed and changed sides, saying, "We are willing to submit to the divine son of the Jun family!"

"You..." Yang Pan's eyes burned with cold flames.

The Qinglong kingdom leader's expression tightened; he did not choose to side with Jun Xiaoyao.

Because his son, Xiao Chen, already had a grudge against Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, in this war, the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom was the main force.

The Zhuque Ancient Kingdom would not let the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom off so easily.

Most importantly, the Qinglong kingdom leader wanted to become the ruler of the Four Symbols Ancient Kingdom.

Only Yang Pan could fulfill his ambition.

Thus, the Qinglong kingdom leader was determined to cling tightly to Yang Pan.

Seeing the indifferent Qinglong kingdom leader, Jun Xiaoyao did not mind.

He still had plans to deal with Xiao Chen in the future, and clearly, recruiting his father was not a wise move.

"Hmph, do you two want to be annihilated?" Yang Pan said coldly.

The two kingdom leaders' expressions were somewhat unnatural.

Jun Xiaoyao said lightly, "With me here, who dares to destroy their kingdoms?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don’t be too pleased with yourself. With me and the Qinglong kingdom leader, plus five saints, we can still suppress you!"

With a command from Yang Pan, the Qinglong kingdom leader led the four saint puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao's side.

The leaders of the Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu kingdoms also surged with energy, preparing to confront the enemy.

However, at that moment, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and chuckled, "No need for that; just watch the show."

"Watch the show?" The three kingdom leaders were left stunned.

At that moment, a sound of a zither suddenly echoed from the distant sky, transforming into a thousand-foot killing blade, sweeping across.

That terrifying zither sound killing blade even shattered space, leaving behind a pitch-black spatial rift in its wake.

"Guardian!" Yang Pan's expression suddenly changed.

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

But he did not expect that behind Jun Xiaoyao, there was actually a guardian hidden.

Moreover, judging by the power of the attack, it was definitely not something an ordinary saint could compare to.

"Damn it!"

The Qinglong kingdom leader's pupils contracted in unprecedented horror.

That zither sound killing blade made even this saint feel a chill in his heart, a coldness enveloping his entire body.

"Heavenly Dragon Emperor Fist!"

The Qinglong kingdom leader let out a low roar, fully unleashing his saint realm strength, a phantom of a blue dragon accompanying his fist, shaking the heavens!

However, the result was...

Pfft!

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

The Qinglong kingdom leader was dead!