Chapter 108: The Descending Seal

But when his gaze fell on Jiang Luoli, the gloomy expression on his face softened slightly, and a hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes.

Yang Pan had a penchant for establishing a harem and collecting beautiful women.

Jiang Luoli was crystal clear and adorable, petite and charming; anyone who saw her at first glance would be amazed.

It even gave rise to a subtle feeling of wanting to bully her.

Sensing Yang Pan's obscure gaze, small bumps appeared on Jiang Luoli's snow-white skin, and she felt a wave of disgust.

"What are you staring at, you big beetle!" Jiang Luoli expressed her disdain.

Yang Pan didn't mind; instead, he smiled and said, "The pearl of the Jiang family truly possesses extraordinary beauty."

Desire began to rise within him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was here today to compete for the position of the prince consort, Yang Pan would have almost wanted to subdue Jiang Luoli.

Seemingly sensing Yang Pan's intentions, Jiang Luoli's eyes widened in anger, her fair little face flushed red.

"Disgusting big beetle, die!"

Without hesitation, Jiang Luoli struck out.

Her small hand waved, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding world seemed to converge, transforming into a vast spiritual palm print that pressed down towards Yang Pan.

"Truly the Yuanling Dao Body, able to summon the might of heaven and earth with a mere gesture."

Many people marveled.

Seeing this, Yang Pan's expression remained relaxed and casual. He raised his hand, and the Shanggong Divine Spear pierced forth, a terrifying spear light tearing through the sky as it aimed at the spiritual palm print.

With this move, Yang Pan's cultivation level was revealed.

He was also at the Great Perfection of the Unity Realm.

The reason so many prodigies were stuck at this level was not that they couldn't break through.

Rather, the next level, the Harmonization Realm, required finding a spiritual seed or immortal seed that resonated with oneself.

Different levels of spiritual seeds and immortal seeds were crucial for future cultivation speed and strength.

Some rare immortal seeds, like the sapling of the World Tree or the Hongmeng Purple Qi seed, could provide prodigies with terrifying boosts.

Thus, no prodigy would casually break through to the Harmonization Realm.

Boom!

The spear light collided with the spiritual palm print and then directly pierced through it.

Jiang Luoli's Yuanling Dao Body had considerable combat power, but her greatest strength lay in cultivation.

Yang Pan, clad in divine armor, was also at the pinnacle of cultivation.

Therefore, it was evident that it wouldn't be so simple for Jiang Luoli to deal with Yang Pan.

Yang Pan's gaze flickered, and he continued to strike, his Shanggong Divine Spear drawing forth terrifying black spear lights.

Strong move, Heavenly Demon Dance!

The void seemed to boil, and the spear lights wreaked havoc upon the world as they charged towards Jiang Luoli.

A wicked thought of malicious amusement arose in Yang Pan's heart.

Jiang Luoli was so cute; a punch should make her cry for a long time, right?

Jiang Luoli's watery eyes also revealed a serious expression.

She had said she would teach Yang Pan a lesson on behalf of Jun Xiaoyao, but now it seemed that Yang Pan's strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

"That's too much." Jiang Shengyi frowned slightly.

Just as she was about to intervene.

Suddenly, an immensely vast golden palm print descended from the sky, crashing down towards Yang Pan!

"Who is it!"

Yang Pan's expression changed drastically, his pupils constricting sharply as a terrifying pressure poured down, even shattering the spear light he had released.

Caught off guard, Yang Pan could only defend with the Tianmang Armor while blocking with his spear.

Boom!

The palm print, imbued with immense power, directly smashed Yang Pan into the ground, causing large cracks to spread across the surrounding earth.

The entire bustling Forbidden City seemed to freeze at that moment.

Countless faces were frozen in shock.

The champion marquis, who had just been so arrogant and exuding an invincible aura, was now smashed into the ground.

The contrast was so great that many people were momentarily stunned.

At this moment, a calm and indifferent voice slowly echoed.

"So this is the so-called champion marquis? Just mediocre."

Upon hearing this voice, everyone's gaze suddenly turned towards the sky.

A nine-headed lion, seemingly cast from gold, descended, carrying two figures.

The one in front, bathed in celestial light, was an extraordinary figure in white, and the indifferent yet playful voice came from him.

"It's Jun Xiaoyao, he has finally arrived!"

The crowd erupted in excitement, a wave of astonishment swept through.

Ever since Yang Pan sent out the challenge, everyone had been anticipating how Jun Xiaoyao would respond.

But Jun Xiaoyao had remained silent.

This allowed some opposing forces to seize the opportunity to slander him.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.

As strong as ever!

The champion marquis, who had just been so arrogant, was now covered in dirt, crawling out from the ground's cracks.

He wasn't seriously injured, but his pride had taken a significant hit.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you actually ambushed me!" Yang Pan's face was terrifyingly cold, filled with humiliation and anger.

If it weren't for being caught off guard, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

"Do you need to ask a fly for permission before swatting it?" Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Yang Pan dismissively.

His tone was filled with contempt.

This was not arrogance but a naturally exuded sense of invincibility.

Yang Pan's face turned green upon hearing this. As the emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, he had never suffered such humiliation.

On the other side, Jiang Luoli's little face first showed surprise, then she cheered and dashed over faster than a rabbit, directly clinging to Jun Xiaoyao like an octopus.

She looked like a cute accessory.

"Brother Xiaoyao, I knew you would come!" Jiang Luoli's starry eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.

"Get down." Jun Xiaoyao said helplessly.

"No way! I haven't seen Brother Xiaoyao for two years, four months, sixteen days, three hours, and two quarters!" Jiang Luoli pouted, looking a bit aggrieved.

Jun Xiaoyao felt a bit embarrassed upon hearing this.

Why did it feel like Jiang Luoli had a hint of a yandere quality?

"If you don't get down, how can I take revenge for you?" Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

"Oh, Brother Xiaoyao, you must crush that big beetle!" Jiang Luoli reluctantly released her grip.

Watching Jiang Luoli cling so desperately, many young prodigies around felt a surge of jealousy.

People really can't be compared; comparing them is infuriating.

Ye Xingyun's face turned icy. If it weren't for his change in character, he might have been unable to resist challenging Jun Xiaoyao again.

On the side of the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, Feng Qingling's pupils slightly constricted as she said, "So it really is him."

Now, Feng Qingling was completely certain that the mysterious prodigy who had crushed her was Jun Xiaoyao.

"Indeed very strong, not to be underestimated." Huang Xuan's expression also became unusually serious.

In the Northern Earth Wang family, the rebellious young king glanced at Jun Xiaoyao and shook his head slightly, saying, "He's decent, but he can't compare to my elder brother."

In his eyes, the Jun family’s divine son was not as good as his family's young emperor.

Meanwhile, in a corner, as soon as Xiao Chen saw Jun Xiaoyao appear, a surge of murderous intent erupted uncontrollably.

But he suppressed it deeply.

He knew that now was not the time.

Only when he truly became the prince consort of the Panwu Divine Dynasty would he have the qualifications to confront Jun Xiaoyao.