Earlier, Jun Zhangjian had vaguely heard the clan elders of his branch mention that Jun Xiaoyao was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
At that time, Jun Zhangjian was somewhat skeptical.
Not to mention that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body had almost vanished in the recent past, even if one appeared occasionally, they quickly faded into obscurity.
This was because the world environment since the ancient times was unsuitable for the cultivation of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, with even ten heavenly shackles descending to restrain its cultivation.
If Jun Xiaoyao really was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, it would be tantamount to being a useless body.
Would the Eighteenth Ancestor value a useless body?
Therefore, Jun Zhangjian always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might have some constitution similar to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand, golden mana surged, indeed appearing like the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Because the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body possessed a natural Golden Spirit Sea, even its blood was golden Holy Blood.
"Could it be that Brother Xiaoyao is really the rumored Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?" Jun Zhangjian couldn’t help but ask.
"That’s right." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
This was not a secret to begin with, and he had no intention of hiding it.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao personally confirm it, Jun Zhangjian’s eyes trembled, as did Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground.
"It’s truly the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and if so, why would Jun Zhangjian still fear a useless body..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, hiding a deep-seated resentment in her eyes.
Today’s humiliation was hard for her to forget.
"In that case, I’ll take my leave first." Jun Zhangjian slightly cupped his hands.
Having lost a significant amount, Jun Zhangjian no longer wished to stay.
"Wait..." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.
"Brother Xiaoyao, you..." Jun Zhangjian’s mouth twitched subtly.
Could this clan brother’s greed be insatiable, wanting more?
"Ahem... Brother Zhangjian, you misunderstand. I simply have a hunting spirit and wish to spar with you." Jun Xiaoyao coughed lightly.
Jun Zhangjian’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, as he shook his head with a slight smile: "Brother Xiaoyao, you’re still young, no need for this; let’s spar when you grow older."
Jun Xiaoyao was only three years old, whereas Jun Zhangjian was already thirteen or fourteen.
If he accidentally injured Jun Xiaoyao, he couldn’t bear the wrath of the Eighteenth Ancestor.
Therefore, Jun Zhangjian directly refused.
"It’s just a spar; I hope brother won’t refuse." Jun Xiaoyao insisted.
"Alas, if that’s the case, alright, but do be careful, Brother Xiaoyao." Jun Zhangjian wore an expression of calm and ease.
In terms of status and position, he couldn’t compare to Jun Xiaoyao.
But in terms of cultivation realm, he could easily overpower Jun Xiaoyao.
Soon, they arrived at an open space outside the Celestial Emperor Palace.
By this time, a group of Jun Family onlookers had already gathered outside the Celestial Emperor Palace, eagerly watching to find out the outcome.
They saw Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian emerge, appearing ready to fight, their faces a picture of astonishment.
"What’s happening? Weren’t they supposed to come and apologize? How did it come to this?"
"No, look at the Carefree Divine Son, they didn’t seem to have a conflict, just a spar." Some astute observers noticed.
They all showed interest in their eyes.
The spar between these two was bound to be fascinating.
One was a Divine Son enveloped in countless halos since childhood, the other the well-established Tenth Sequence.
Though considering the age and cultivation, no one thought Jun Xiaoyao could outperform Jun Zhangjian, they still wagered.
"How many moves do you think the Carefree Divine Son can withstand against Jun Zhangjian?"
"I guess three moves."
"No, maybe at least ten moves?"
Hearing the crowd’s conversations, Jun Zhangjian couldn’t help but curl his mouth.
Though relinquishing a Primordial Heaven Venerable Order felt like bleeding his heart dry, perhaps he could now gain some fame.
"Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!"
With this, Jun Zhangjian unleashed the aura of the Fifth Heaven of Divine Palace.
He used no martial arts techniques, simply pointed his fingers like a sword and aimed at Jun Xiaoyao.
Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also responded simply, clenching his five fingers into a fist and striking out.
Within him, a thousand Giant Elephant Particles awakened, granting him a terrifying divine power of tens of million of pounds.
With this punch, the void seemed to distort, and a massive air cannon burst forth!
Feeling this power, Jun Zhangjian’s expression changed dramatically, hastily trying to retract his hand, but he couldn’t retreat in time.
Boom!
A loud explosion sounded, accompanied by the crunching sound of bones breaking. Jun Zhangjian’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, his finger bones shattered.
This scene left all the onlookers from the Jun Family stunned.
What exactly happened?
Lan Qingya, who had followed along, was also frozen in place.
Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes twinkled with brilliance. She had certainly chosen the right person to follow.
"Cough, cough..." Jun Zhangjian, gray-faced and with shattered fingers, hid a deep sense of fear.
That terrifying divine power left him trembling with fear.
Even Jun Xiaoyao was surprised.
Wasn’t Jun Zhangjian the Jun Family’s Tenth Sequence? Wasn’t he supposed to be formidable?
Just this? Just this?
Jun Xiaoyao’s expression turned slightly somber: "Brother Zhangjian, you shouldn’t let my age deceive you into such concessions; it’s an insult to me."
With that, Jun Xiaoyao took the initiative.
Jun Zhangjian’s expression changed as his heart filled with bitterness.
He swore to the heavens, he absolutely hadn’t conceded.
However, not just Jun Xiaoyao, but even those Jun Family spectators were all talking, believing Jun Zhangjian had indeed conceded.
"Sunrise Nine Swords!"
Watching Jun Xiaoyao attack again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to go all out.
He launched nine sword beams in succession, tearing through the air, their force formidable and astonishing.
"Nether God Guardian!"
Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive ultimate skill from the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.
In an instant, a Nether God Illusion seemed to manifest, enveloping his entire body.
The nine sword beams collided with the Nether God Illusion, shattering into countless light particles.
Jun Xiaoyao charged forward again, manifesting a pair of pitch-black wings behind him, the Demon Wings.
His speed skyrocketed, directly flashing in front of Jun Zhangjian.
"Nether God’s Spear!"
Jun Xiaoyao reached out, unleashing endless divine power, which transformed into a purple-black long spear, burning with pitch-black Nether Flame, seemingly able to pierce through all things.
"Purple Emperor Sword Technique!"
Under pressure, Jun Zhangjian hurriedly executed his trump card sword technique, a purple sword shadow cleaved through the air.
Boom!
A great collision erupted, yet the outcome was that the Nether God’s Spear, with its weight of tens of million pounds, directly pierced through the purple sword shadow, continuing its momentum towards Jun Zhangjian.
Jun Zhangjian hastily summoned the sword on his back, wielding it in defense.
Bang!
With a thunderous clash, the sword in Jun Zhangjian’s hand was knocked away, and his entire person was sent flying, crashing into one of the nearby walls.
The Jun Family onlookers were left wide-eyed and stunned, their expressions full of shock.
This was only three exchanges or so, right?
The Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, was already brought to the ground?
Even with concession, it’s impossible to yield to this extent.
This time, even Jun Xiaoyao realized what was happening.
It turned out Jun Zhangjian hadn’t conceded, he was just too strong himself.
Upon realizing he misunderstood Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xiaoyao secretly shook his head, feeling very guilty.
He approached the now gray-faced Jun Zhangjian, full of remorse, and said: "Sorry, Brother Zhangjian, I misunderstood you, thinking you were being lenient, not realizing you truly did your best..."
Jun Zhangjian, hearing this, nearly spat out the blood he had just swallowed.
In his heart, he had some colorful words but didn’t know if he should say them!