un Xiaoyao's seeming weakness could be a ploy to lure others into a trap.He remained outwardly strong, feigning indifference as if to conceal his wounds and weakness.Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao sud...The entire Forbidden City was abuzz with excitement because of Jun Xiaoyao's arrival.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yang Pan, whose face was ashen, and said in a calm tone: "Not fighting is because it's unnecessary. Killing you is no more troublesome than killing a fly."

"You're carefree and arrogant, thinking that destroying one of my avatars makes you invincible" Yang Pan said coldly.

He believes that Jun Xiaoyao is confident because he once effortlessly killed his own avatar.

"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled softly, saying nothing.

His abilities, how could Yang Pan possibly understand.

A cold glint appeared in Yang Pan's eyes.

With his short temper, he almost couldn't help but start a fight right there.

But as soon as he thought about still having to compete for the position of son-in-law, Yang Pan suppressed his anger for now.

After securing the position of prince consort, he would then challenge Jun Xiaoyao and have a final showdown with him atop the Purple Forbidden Peak.

Jun Xiaoyao apparently also knew Yang Pan's thoughts.

He didn't care whether it was done early or late; the outcome wouldn't change anyway.

Seeing the two figures with the flames of war temporarily extinguished, the surrounding cultivators were still sighing in admiration.

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was too domineering, directly extinguishing the invincible aura of Champion Hou.

But they were also curious if Jun Xiaoyao would participate in the competition for the prince consort.

Jun Xiaoyao walked over to the Jun family's side.

“The Divine Child!” Jun, wielding his sword, and the others all bowed, their eyes filled with joy.

They have also been increasingly bothered by those rumors lately.

But when Your Excellency made an appearance, all the slanderous rumors collapsed without a fight.

"Xiao Yao, I knew you wouldn't shy away from a fight," Jiang Shengyi walked over and smiled.

"Saint Yi," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Jiang Luoli watched the two of them, her big eyes rolling around.

She didn't think too much about it.

"My Lord, it's good to see you again. Our last night of music together is still fresh in my memory, truly unforgettable."

At this time, a stunningly beautiful woman came again, it was the celestial harp player.

Her tone was tinged with a hint of nostalgia, her eyes glimmering with anticipation.

After learning about Jun Xiaoyao's true identity, she felt a sense of awe and wonder.

But the Heavenly Harp girl didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao was just using her once.

"What...what...what Talking all night about love"

Jiang Luoli, upon hearing this, was struck as if by lightning, her entire being seemingly turning to stone.

"It was mine first..." Jiang Luoli pouted, her voice thick with jealousy.

"Miss Jiang, there seems to be a misunderstanding. It wasn't a romantic conversation, but rather playing the qin." explained the Tianqin woman.

Jiang Luoli still had some reservations. It was a whole night, after all. Who knew what kind of inappropriate things could happen.

"What are you thinking about, little one" Jun Xiaoyao tapped Jiang Luoli's head lightly.

Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, who was deeply ensnared in the Asura field of beauties, even Jun Jian, his companion, couldn't help but be envious. "If I had even one tenth of the charm of the Divine Daughter," he said with a sigh.

"Are you thinking about eating peaches" Jun Xuehuang retorted.

And at that moment, a majestic voice echoed from the depths of the palace.

A golden arch bridge stretches from the distance, and a group of people walk towards it slowly.

The man clad in a royal robe was middle-aged, with a commanding presence and an aura of power that suggested he ruled the world.

This man is the Emperor of Panwu Shenchao, the Panwushen Lord.

And behind him, a group of princes and princesses followed.

Both Wu Mingyue and the Third Prince were among them.

That third prince immediately noticed Jun Xiaoyao, and his heart suddenly turned cold, sinking to the bottom.

"It's over, as expected, it was him, the divine son of Jun..."

Before this, the Third Prince had a vague premonition in his heart.

But now, it has actually come true.

Hire assassins from the Netherworld to kill your family's heir.

If this were to be exposed, the Third Prince couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of consequences would follow.

"It's alright, calm down. Those assassins from the Netherworld won't ever expose my identity," thought the Third Prince.

But at this very moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze happened to fall on the third prince.

The Third Prince stiffened all over.

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a faint smile and nodded slightly.

The Third Prince, seeing this, also managed a weak smile on his face.

In my heart, however, I let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that Lord Xiaoyao is blissfully unaware that I am the one pulling the strings behind the scenes," the Third Prince thought to himself.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao would suspect him, there is no evidence to prove it, so it wouldn't hold up.

At worst, the Third Prince can just deny it and pretend to be clueless.

Unfortunately, the Third Prince didn't know that Jun Xiaoyao's smile...

A smile of the devil.

Mu Mingyue also saw Jun Xiaoyao, and her face instantly became unnatural.

"As expected, they came." Wǔ Míngyuè sighed, rarely showing a hint of nervousness.

After all, the lifeline is still in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

"Is that the Divine Dynasty's princess I've never seen her before. She truly is stunning!"

"Indeed, I'm starting to understand why so many prodigies are vying for this position of consort. Not only does it offer a path to soaring success, but it also grants the privilege of being with such a beautiful woman."

Many cultivators looked at Wu Mingyue, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Wǔ Míngyuè, in a crimson robe, was alluring and vibrant, possessing unparalleled beauty.

"Bright moon..."

Sitting in the corner, Xiao Chen was overwhelmed with emotion, his expression flickering between excitement and longing.

Mu Mingyue is his woman, and today he won't give Mu Mingyue to anyone!

"Thank you all for attending this banquet. Today is also the day my daughter, Mingyue, chooses a husband. Only outstanding heroes can become the son-in-law of our Panwu Divine Dynasty."

The Martial God Lord spoke, his voice echoing across the land.

Next, the feast begins. You young talents can also vie with each other.

As soon as the God of War's voice fell, the banquet officially began.

"Haha, then let me be the first to embarrass myself. I've been admiring Princess Mingyue for a long time."

A handsome young man with a sword on his back jumped onto the high platform that had been prepared long ago and said with a smile.

"He is a true disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect, a powerful and talented young master." some cultivators said.

The Heaven-South Sword Sect is also a top-tier swordsmanship force.

However, Wu Mingyue didn't even glance at that proud person.

"Well..."

A sneer came, it was from Yang Pan.

He directly fired a shot, the terrifying gun light causing ripples in the void.

The true disciple of the Tiannan Sword Sect upon seeing this, his expression changed drastically, drew his sword from its scabbard, and countered with a move.

However, with a single move, the true disciple spat blood and flew backward, a bloody hole appearing on his shoulder.

What's even more serious is that the true disciple's entire skeleton was shattered.

Several elders of the Tiannan Sword Sect stepped forward to investigate, their faces turning ashen.

But due to Yang Pan's status and the presence of General Pan Wushen, they dared not speak out in anger.

"Hmph, this position of prince consort, this marquis will take it. Anyone who dares to compete, come and have a fight!"

Yang Pan stood tall on the elevated platform, clad in the celestial armor of the Cornered God, wielding the Soul-Withering Divine Spear. For a moment, his aura was unparalleled.

Boom!

Just as Yang Pan's words fell, a surge of powerful energy suddenly erupted from a banquet at the rear.

At the same time, a cold, resolute shout rang out.

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