and beautiful figure who stared blankly at the blurred white figure within the light curtain, lost in thought.This woman, with bright eyes and pearly teeth, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth black...As the leader of the Qinglong Ancient Country, one of the four ancient nations, he was killed with a single move, his head rolling to the ground.

Blood splattered across the sky, a horrifyingly beautiful sight.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that a saint could be killed so easily.

The head of the owner of Qinglong Kingdom fell to the ground, his expression frozen in a mask of terror, confusion, and bewilderment.

As if in bewilderment, he, a revered saint, could be instantly defeated

But that was not all. The blade of sound still raged on, continuing its relentless assault against the four Saintly puppet bodies.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed.

Two saintly puppets were directly destroyed, cut in half.

The remaining two puppets were also heavily damaged, though not completely disintegrated, they were shattered and broken.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent, so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.

The champion, Hou Tong's pupils trembled violently, revealing a trace of disbelief.

Jun Xiaoyao's protector, so strong

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

As a general rule, those at a higher level of power are unlikely to want to be someone's personal bodyguard.

The guardian of Jun Xiaoyao was obviously not just a saint-level powerhouse.

"Could it be a Saint King" Yang Pan's face was very ugly.

Since becoming champion, he had never suffered such a heavy loss.

Now, his high-end combat power is almost completely lost, and the remaining two damaged puppets have almost no combat effectiveness.

And as for Jun Xiaoyao's side, not to mention the terrifyingly powerful guardian, there are already three saints.

With the armies of the ancient White Tiger Kingdom and the ancient Black Tortoise Kingdom turning against them.

The champion is fallen, his time has passed.

Seeing this scene, Yang Pan took a deep breath and said, "Jun Xiaoyao, do you really want to oppose this Marquis Why don't we each take a step back now"

Yang Pan isn't stupid either. By this point, if he continues to fight head-on, he'll be the one who suffers the losses.

"Well, well. You weren't so arrogant before, were you Now it seems you're willing to back down" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I'm giving you face by letting this go. To be my enemy is not in your best interest!" Yang Pan said with a fluctuating expression.

"Does this deity care about your face Besides, I have so many enemies, do I need another stable boy" Jun Xiaoyao said expressionlessly.

He said no more, and reached out with his hand.

The ferocious golden blood surged into the air, transforming into a lifelike golden divine elephant, as if capable of suppressing the entire cosmos.

Facing this champion Hou's avatar, Jun Xiaoyao didn't need to use any divine abilities. A direct slap was enough to end the fight.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you're digging your own grave!" Yang Pan roared with rage, unleashing his divine powers.

But he is just a mere avatar, without even his Heavenly Emperor's Spirit Sword by his side. How can he possibly be a match for the unparalleled might of Lord Jiuxiao

Poof!

Jun Xiaoyao pressed a palm down, directly smashing Yang Pan's avatar into blood mist and pulverizing his bones.

When everyone saw this, they all felt a chill down their spine.

The champion Hou's avatar was just like that, killed with a single palm strike.

"The Divine Son of the Jun Family, has he already become this powerful" Many generals were astonished.

Though they were several levels higher in cultivation than him, seeing Jun Xiaoyao's ferocious bearing at this moment, a sense of trepidation arose in their hearts.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao shattered Yang Pan's clone.

In the distant Panwu Divine Dynasty, within a magnificent palace resplendent with gold and jade, purple qi swirling and radiating an aura of grandeur...

A roar echoed from within.

"You, Jun Xiaoyao, and I, Yang Pan, are destined to be enemies!"

Hearing this sound, the maids and attendants outside the palace hall all turned pale with fright.

When Yang Pan was angered, he was even more terrifying than a Shura demon.

"I seem to have heard the name of the divine son of the Jun family. What grudge did the Marquis have against him" Some people thought in fear and awe.

At that moment, a cold voice echoed from within the hall.

"Someone, spread the word with my order. I, Champion Marquis Yang Pan, shall challenge Junjia, Jun Xiaoyao, atop the Forbidden City's highest point in the imperial palace of Shenchao!"

"Let's set the date for when Wumu Mingyue selects her husband. Right then, in front of all the powers in the Immortal Realm, I will crush Jun Xiaoyao beneath my feet!"

At these words, all the servants surrounding the entire palace froze, their eyes wide open and their breath caught in their throats.

The champion of the Godly Martial Dynasty challenges the godson of the Ancient Wilderness King Clan.

This is no small matter; if it got out, it would cause a huge stir!

Once again, the time has been set for Wumu Mingyue's selection of a husband. Just imagine how lively and exciting Panwu Shenchao will be!

How many more forces will be attracted here

It's unimaginable...

"An era of prodigies vying for supremacy is about to begin. I hope the Lord will be the last one laughing." An elderly servant sighed.

And at that time, in the ancient country of Zhuque.

Jun Xiaoyao was unaware that Yang Pan was already so furious he wanted to challenge him.

But even if he knew, Jun Xiaoyao probably wouldn't make any waves.

Dare to yell at him

One palm strike will suffice to quell it.

Surrounded by countless people, their eyes still held a trace of shock.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained as still as water.

Killing a Yang Pan clone at random wouldn't even be a big deal for him.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes darted, and within the bloodstains left by Yang Pan's clone, a ring flickered.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grabbed him.

The ring seals a soul, and Jun Xiaoyao can freely activate the true spirit within the divine palace.

That, like a miniature of Jun Xiaoyao's true spirit, released a surge of mighty soul power.

Although Jun Xiaoyao's physical body is terrifyingly powerful, his soul cultivation is also formidable.

He has been practicing the Chaotic Divine Grinding Meditation Technique all along.

Jun Xiaoyao's divine soul power effortlessly shattered the ring's seal.

Some extraneous things, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about.

What he cared about was the bronze compass component.

As expected, all three parts of the bronze compass were inside.

"Yang Pan, Yang Pan, you schemed for so long, in the end weren't you just plucked like a ripe peach You're simply Xiao Chen number two." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Yang Pan's painstaking scheming in the end only served to further Jun Xiaoyao's ambition.

He knew Yang Pan must be furious right now, ready to explode.

Jun Xiaoyao put the three parts of the compass into his spatial artifact.

In this way, he gathered all four parts of the compass.

However, now is clearly not the time for research.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced down, and the faces of every soldier in the Qinglong Ancient Country's army were ashen.

Those commanders, their eyes even faintly revealing a trace of hatred.

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

"The divine son has issued an order: All officers and above in the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom shall be killed." Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"Yes!"

Before the Suzaku Kingdom's ruler could respond, the Baihu Kingdom's ruler and Xuanwu Kingdom's ruler hurriedly vied to answer.

Since they surrendered, they naturally need to show some attitude now.

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

Next, Jun Xiaoyao issued an order to integrate the Four Ancient Nations into a unified entity known as the Four Symbols Ancient Nation.

And the ruler of Zhuque Country was the ruler of the ancient country of Si Xiang.

And his successor was Bai Yuer.

The storm in the Four Great Ancient Countries also subsided.

However, the ripples have just begun...

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