Previously, Jun Zhangjian had faintly heard from the clan elders of his lineage that Jun Xiaoyao was a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body.
At that time, Jun Zhangjian was somewhat disbelieving.
Not to mention that the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body had almost disappeared in recent ancient times, even if one occasionally appeared, it would quickly become ordinary.
This was because since recent ancient times, the environment of heaven and earth was not suitable for the cultivation of the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, and ten Daoist shackles had even descended from the heavens, imprisoning Saintly Body cultivation.
If Jun Xiaoyao really was a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, then it was tantamount to a useless, chicken-rib physique.
Would the Eighteenth Ancestor attach importance to a useless physique?
Therefore, Jun Zhangjian had always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might possess some physique similar to the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body.
But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand and his golden magical power surge, it indeed looked like a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body.
Because the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body was born with a golden Spirit Sea, and even its blood was radiant golden sacred blood.
"Could it be that younger clan brother Xiaoyao is really the rumored Desolate Ancient Saintly Body?" Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but ask.
"That's right." Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly.
This wasn't a secret in itself, and he didn't plan to hide it.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao personally confirm it, Jun Zhangjian's eyes shook, and Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground, also felt a tremor in her heart.
"It actually is the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body. If so, why would Jun Zhangjian still be wary of a useless, chicken-rib physique..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, a venomous look hidden deep in her eyes.
She could not forget today's humiliation.
"If that's the case, then I'll take my leave first." Jun Zhangjian cupped his hands slightly.
Having been forced to give up a large piece of his flesh (metaphor for the token), Jun Zhangjian no longer wanted to stay here.
"Hold on..." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.
"Younger clan brother Xiaoyao, you..." The corner of Jun Zhangjian's mouth twitched faintly.
Could this younger clan brother be so greedy as to try and swallow an elephant like a snake?
"Ahem... Elder clan brother Zhangjian, you've misunderstood. I just felt the itch to fight upon seeing a worthy opponent and want to spar with you," Jun Xiaoyao said with a dry cough.
A peculiar look appeared in Jun Zhangjian's eyes. He shook his head and smiled faintly, "Younger clan brother Xiaoyao, you are still young. There's no need for this. When you grow up, we can spar then."
Jun Xiaoyao was only three years old, while Jun Zhangjian was already thirteen or fourteen.
If he injured Jun Xiaoyao then, he absolutely couldn't bear the wrath of the Eighteenth Ancestor.
Therefore, Jun Zhangjian directly refused.
"It's just a spar. I hope elder brother won't refuse," Jun Xiaoyao insisted.
"Sigh, if that's the case, then alright. However, I hope younger brother will act within his capabilities," Jun Zhangjian said with a calm and composed expression.
In terms of status and position, he indeed couldn't compare to Jun Xiaoyao.
But in terms of cultivation realm, he could crush Jun Xiaoyao.
A moment later, they arrived at an open space outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
At this time, outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, a group of Jun family members who were eager to watch the excitement had already gathered, craning their necks, wanting to know the outcome of the matter.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian walk out, looking as if they were about to fight, their faces showed astonishment.
"What's going on? Weren't they here to apologize? Why are they fighting now?"
"No, looking at Divine Son Xiaoyao's demeanor, they probably didn't have a conflict. It's just a spar." Some discerning people saw through it.
Their eyes showed interest.
The spar between these two was very much worth watching.
One was the Divine Son, surrounded by countless halos since birth; the other was the already famous Tenth Sequence.
Although due to age and cultivation, no one believed Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian, they were still betting.
"How many moves do you think Divine Son Xiaoyao can last against Jun Zhangjian?"
"I guess three moves."
"No, he should be able to last at least ten moves."
Hearing those people's words, the corner of Jun Zhangjian's mouth unconsciously curled up.
Although handing over a Yuan Tian Supreme Token made his heart bleed, now, it seemed he could show off a bit.
"Younger clan brother Xiaoyao, be careful!"
After Jun Zhangjian spoke, the aura of his fifth-level Divine Palace Realm surged out.
He didn't use any martial arts techniques, directly forming a sword with his fingers and pointing it at Jun Xiaoyao.
Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also kept it simple, clenching his five fingers into a fist and punching out.
The one thousand giant elephant micro-particles in his body awakened, empowering him with ten million jin of terrifying divine strength.
As this punch was thrown, the void seemed to distort, and a huge cannonball of air exploded outwards!
Sensing this power, Jun Zhangjian's expression changed instantly. He hurriedly wanted to withdraw his hand but still couldn't avoid it in time.
Boom!
A loud bang erupted, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones. Jun Zhangjian's figure was sent flying like a cannonball, his finger bones shattered.
This scene stunned all the Jun family members who were watching the excitement.
What on earth had happened?
Lan Qingya, who had followed them out, her face also froze.
Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes sparkled repeatedly; she indeed hadn't followed the wrong person.
"Cough, cough..." Jun Zhangjian was covered in dust, his finger bones shattered, and deep shock was hidden in his eyes.
That terrifying divine power made even him feel lingering fear.
And Jun Xiaoyao himself was also very surprised.
Wasn't Jun Zhangjian the Tenth Sequence of the Jun family? Shouldn't he be very powerful?
Is that all? Is that all?
Jun Xiaoyao's face darkened slightly as he said, "Elder clan brother Zhangjian, you can't be so lenient with me just because I'm young. This is an insult to me."
After speaking, Jun Xiaoyao directly took the initiative to attack.
Jun Zhangjian's expression changed, and at the same time, his heart was bitter.
He swore to the heavens that he absolutely hadn't been lenient.
However, not only Jun Xiaoyao but even those Jun family onlookers were discussing among themselves, all believing that Jun Zhangjian had been lenient.
"Nine Swords of the Rising Sun!"
Watching Jun Xiaoyao attack again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to go all out.
He slashed out nine successive sword lights, tearing through the air, their fluctuations powerful and astonishing.
"Underworld God's Protection!"
Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive ultimate technique from the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.
Instantly, it was as if an illusory figure of the Underworld God manifested, enveloping his entire body.
The nine sword lights struck the Underworld God's illusion and directly shattered into countless points of light.
Jun Xiaoyao charged out again, a pair of pitch-black wings manifesting on his back – precisely the Demon Wings.
His speed instantly skyrocketed, and he directly flashed in front of Jun Zhangjian.
"Spear of the Underworld God!"
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grabbed. Endless divine energy surged, transforming into a purplish-black spear, burning with pitch-black underworld flames, as if it could pierce through everything in the world.
"Purple Emperor Sword Art!"
Jun Zhangjian, in his haste, used his trump card sword art. A purple sword shadow slashed out horizontally.
Boom!
A great collision erupted. However, the outcome was that the Spear of the Underworld God, empowered by ten million jin of immense strength, directly broke through the purple sword shadow and then, with undiminished momentum, descended upon Jun Zhangjian.
Jun Zhangjian hurriedly brandished the longsword on his back, holding it horizontally to block.
Bang!
With a loud collision, the longsword in Jun Zhangjian's hand was sent flying. He himself was thrown backwards, crashing heavily into a nearby wall.
The Jun family members who had come to watch the excitement, their eyeballs almost popped out, their eyes filled with shock.
That was barely three exchanges, right?
The Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, was actually beaten down?
Even if he was being lenient, it couldn't be to this extent.
Now, even Jun Xiaoyao reacted.
It turned out Jun Zhangjian hadn't been lenient; he himself was too strong.
Thinking that he had misunderstood Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xiaoyao secretly shook his head, feeling very self-reproachful.
He walked up to the dust-covered Jun Zhangjian and said with deep apology, "Sorry, elder clan brother Zhangjian, I misunderstood you. I thought you were being lenient, but I didn't expect you were actually trying your best..."
Hearing these words, Jun Zhangjian almost spat out the blood he had just swallowed.
He had a "motherf***er" on the tip of his tongue but didn't know if he should say it!
(End of this chapter)