Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Panwu Divine Lord Bleeds Within, Schemes of Various Celestial Prides, and the Phoenix Sons and Daughters of Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain
At the thought that this might be possible, Jun Xiaoyao’s heart was slightly stirred.
After putting away the remains of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, everything could be considered perfectly complete.
This time, upon entering the Panwu Mausoleum, Jun Xiaoyao signed in and obtained the Panhuang Years Sword, acquired the Fallen Sacred Body of the Saint Realm, and also gained Emperor Panwu’s understanding of the Sacred Body.
In summary, he gained a full harvest, and his trip was not in vain.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao left the Ancient Hall and swiftly moved towards the outside of Panwu Mausoleum.
As for the other opportunities inside the Panwu Mausoleum, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care for them at all; there were no resources like the Immortal Origin here.
Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao departed without any nostalgia.
Outside, many people were still discussing the various events that had occurred earlier.
Especially Jun Xiaoyao’s performance, which was incredibly stunning.
The Panwu Divine Lord and others always wore dark expressions.
This time, the Panwu Divine Dynasty had really lost face.
In the future, they might be mocked by the forces of the Immortal Realm for quite some time.
Just then, at the entrance to the Ancient Stele of the Panwu Mausoleum, a ray of light descended, and from it emerged an unparalleled figure in spotless white clothes—it was Jun Xiaoyao.
"Ah, is it the Jun Family’s Divine Son?"
"Why has he come out so quickly?"
Many saw Jun Xiaoyao appearing and were all surprised.
They thought Jun Xiaoyao would at least stay inside for a few days and nights.
"Could it be that the Jun Family’s Divine Son didn’t pass the test and was forced out?" some speculated.
The Panwu Divine Lord’s lips curled into a sneer: "Jun Xiaoyao, why did you come out so quickly? There are quite a few opportunities inside the Panwu Mausoleum."
These words were blatant ridicule.
"Heh, the harvest was good enough, it’s quite sufficient," Jun Xiaoyao was indifferent.
He felt rather good now, as he had gained a lot.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s smile, the Panwu Divine Lord felt an instinctive chill in his heart, sensing something amiss.
Then, he immediately, amid everyone’s unusual gazes, flashed into the Panwu Mausoleum.
Subsequently, everyone heard a roar of anger from the Panwu Divine Lord.
"Good grief, what did the Jun Family’s Divine Son take from the Panwu Mausoleum?"
"Exactly, from the Panwu Divine Lord’s roar, it feels like his heart is bleeding..."
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
The value of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is beyond words.
Even the Fallen Sacred Body is immensely valuable, not to mention the possibility of future restoration.
Now that Jun Xiaoyao has taken away the Fallen Sacred Body, the Panwu Divine Lord is surely enraged to the point of coughing up blood.
At the entrance of the Ancient Stele, the Panwu Divine Lord appeared, his face extremely solemn.
Jun Zhantian stepped forward and said, "Panwu Divine Lord, whoever obtains the opportunity shall have it, you cannot go back on your word."
The Panwu Divine Lord was breathing like a bull, and finally took a deep breath, turned his back, and said, "Leave now, don’t let me see you again."
The Panwu Divine Lord was truly afraid of this great Buddha, Jun Xiaoyao.
"Hey, Jun Mou still wanted to stay in the Divine Dynasty for a few days, to enjoy the scenery. No need for the Panwu Divine Lord to rush in issuing an eviction notice," Jun Xiaoyao said relaxedly.
The Panwu Divine Lord’s back trembled slightly, then he waved coldly, "The feast is over, disperse yourselves!"
With that said, his form blurred, and he disappeared from the original spot.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Could the Panwu Divine Lord not escape?
Watching the directly departing Panwu Divine Lord, cultivators from many surrounding forces also sighed.
To anger the Master of the Immortal Divine Dynasty to such a degree, Jun Xiaoyao must have some skills.
The banquet of the Panwu Divine Dynasty ended in such an unexpected conclusion.
No one could have anticipated that the banquet for the Eldest Princess to choose a Prince Consort would ultimately become Jun Xiaoyao’s stage alone.
At first, everyone thought it was perhaps the Champion Marquis’ chance to shine.
Some people even used the fact that Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t responded to challenges to sully his reputation.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao suppressed Yang Pan and the other four celestial prides with ease.
All kinds of rumors were naturally quashed.
After the banquet ended, various forces began to return.
It is conceivable that within a few days, this news would spread throughout the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm.
"Xuan Yi, are we just going to leave like this?" Feng Qingling’s face was quite unpleasant.
When they emerged, they were ambitious, wanting to defeat Jun Xiaoyao and become famous with one battle.
The ancestors of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain were also very much looking forward to their performance, urging them not to tarnish the spirit mountain’s reputation.
As a result now, Feng Qingling was ruthlessly oppressed by Jun Xiaoyao right from the start, and even when Huang Xuanyi teamed up with the other three, they couldn’t match Jun Xiaoyao.
The two of them were thoroughly embarrassed.
Many people’s gazes towards them were also tinged with subtle mockery.
"Now those people say our Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain is no better than the Ancestral Dragon Nest," Feng Qingling said irritably.
"What can be done? This Jun Family’s Divine Son is indeed terrifyingly strong. It seems only Huangzi and the Phoenix Maiden can deal with Jun Xiaoyao," Huang Xuan Yi admitted helplessly.
"Do Huangzi and the Phoenix Maiden have to emerge?" Feng Qingling took a sharp breath, her beautiful eyes showing surprise.
Huangzi and the Phoenix Maiden are the most extraordinarily talented celestial prides of the current generation of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain.
One possesses the True Phoenix Bloodline, and the other the Ancestral Phoenix Bloodline. Their bloodline power is extremely powerful, and their cultivation is incredibly terrifying.
Some even compare the Huangzi and Phoenix Maiden of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain with Long Aotian of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
"Certainly, even if the two of them face Jun Xiaoyao, the outcome might be fifty-fifty," estimated Huang Xuanyi.
Feng Qingling despondently shook her head; she suffered too much a blow this time.
On the other side, Ye Xingyun’s eyes were cold.
He hadn’t expected that four people combined still couldn’t be Jun Xiaoyao’s match.
"Clearly, I must find that remaining Star Palace Secret Treasure, which is my exclusive treasury. Only then can my power soar, and by then, Jun Xiaoyao will be left behind," Ye Xingyun thought to himself.
Over on the Northern Wang Family’s side, Wang Gang’s face wasn’t good either.
Aside from his brother Wang Teng, Wang Gang considered himself inferior to no one, yet now he was beaten so badly.
"Hmph, so what if it’s the Jun Family’s Divine Son, he still doesn’t compare to my brother, the Young Emperor Wang," Wang Gang snorted coldly.
Since he couldn’t compare to Jun Xiaoyao himself, he could only compare him to his brother.
Lastly, the most embarrassed was Yang Pan.
After all, he was the one who personally challenged Jun Xiaoyao, boastfully claiming that Jun Xiaoyao dared not face him.
Now reality seemed to smack him squarely across the face.
Yang Pan could even feel the countless taunting and mocking eyes on him.
"Damn it..." Yang Pan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning blue.
"I must find more opportunities to improve myself, and most importantly, quickly locate the remaining two swords."
"Only when the Panhuang Three Swords are united can I kill Jun Xiaoyao!"
Yang Pan’s eyes were bloodshot, like a snake about to strike.
Jealousy, fury, resentment, and various negative emotions churned in his heart.
As long as Jun Xiaoyao lives, he can’t let go of his anger!