Chapter 89

Outside the ancient capital of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, the vast and mighty allied forces of the three ancient kingdoms once again launched an assault.

However, many soldiers still bore traces of fear on their faces.

After all, they had been terrified by the Four Guardians of the Jun family—Feng, Lin, Huo, and Shan—during the last battle.

Despite the lingering fear, the allied forces were not overly panicked.

This was because they had been told by their superiors that a great figure would be leading this time, with the support of a mysterious power.

Even if the Divine Son of the Jun family were to appear, it would be impossible to prevent the fall of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom.

On the side of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, preparations had already been made.

Tens of thousands of Vermilion Bird Kingdom soldiers guarded the outskirts of the capital.

The Vermilion Bird King, Bai Yuer, and others had also appeared.

"Has the Divine Son not arrived yet?" Bai Yuer asked a nearby attendant.

"Your Highness, the message has been sent, and he should be here soon," the attendant replied.

"Good." Bai Yuer nodded slightly.

Without seeing Jun Xiaoyao, her heart could not settle.

On the other side, the allied forces of the three ancient kingdoms were approaching the capital.

In the sky, three figures appeared, the Dragon, Tiger, and Tortoise Kings.

However, what caught the attention of the Vermilion Bird King and others was the magnificent golden bed floating behind the three of them.

Indeed, it was an incredibly large bed.

The four corners of the bed were carved with dragon heads.

Curtains surrounded the bed, but faintly, one could see several graceful figures inside.

This scene left the Vermilion Bird King somewhat stunned.

Could the mysterious young master mentioned by the Dragon King be on that bed?

But that was too bizarre, who would refine a bed into a flying artifact?

Thinking of this, the Vermilion Bird King's expression suddenly changed.

"It can't be... him, can it?" The Vermilion Bird King's heart sank.

If it was indeed as he suspected, the situation would be dire.

Even with the support of the Divine Son of the Jun family, it would be extremely troublesome.

"Hehe, Vermilion Bird King, we meet again," the Dragon King chuckled.

This time, he seemed very confident.

"It seems you still have evil intentions. Haven't you learned your lesson from last time?" the Vermilion Bird King responded firmly.

With the support of the Jun family's Divine Son, he did not need to fear the mysterious young master too much.

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice came from the golden dragon bed.

"Vermilion Bird King, this is your last chance. Submit to me, hand over that item, and..."

The voice paused, then continued.

"Let Princess Bai Yuer become my concubine."

The cold and arrogant tone echoed through the heavens and earth.

The people of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom were filled with anger.

The Vermilion Bird King's face turned icy, and upon hearing the mysterious young master refer to himself as 'this lord,' his heart sank even further.

It was almost certain that it was him.

However, at this moment, an even colder and more domineering voice echoed from the sky.

"Make my Divine Son's person a concubine? Who do you think you are?!"

From deep within the capital, a golden divine light erupted.

A majestic nine-headed lion pulled a golden chariot, soaring through the air.

A figure of unparalleled grace stood on the chariot, like a white-robed god-king, his presence shaking the universe!

Behind him, Jun Zhangjian and the Four Guardians—Feng, Lin, Huo, and Shan—followed, like four destructive torrents, crushing everything in their path!

"The Divine Son of the Jun family has arrived!"

"That's a top-tier ancient royal beast, the nine-headed lion, being used to pull a chariot!?"

"The Four Guardians have also arrived!"

The allied forces of the three ancient kingdoms were immediately in turmoil.

After all, they still bore the shadow of their previous defeat.

Not only the Four Guardians, but also Jun Xiaoyao, who had used the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique to kill tens of thousands of soldiers with a single strike, was a terrifying figure!

Jun Xiaoyao stood in the sky above the capital.

His arrival, along with that of the Four Guardians, calmed the hearts of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom's people.

Bai Yuer's eyes sparkled with joy.

Because Jun Xiaoyao had referred to her as 'my Divine Son's person.'

That meant she belonged to Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if she were a slave, she would be Jun Xiaoyao's slave.

"Divine Son." The Vermilion Bird King bowed slightly to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and looked at the golden dragon bed.

He had some suspicions, and if he was not mistaken, he was almost certain.

"The Divine Son of the Jun family is indeed as arrogant and self-important as rumored," a cold voice came from the golden dragon bed.

Jun Xiaoyao's rebuke had greatly annoyed him, but due to the Divine Son's power, he did not immediately fly into a rage.

"It seems you are the mastermind behind the three ancient kingdoms." Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.

"Mastermind? Hehe, this lord merely wants to subdue some附属势力而已," the voice said.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

This was clearly an excuse.

His true goal was the Bronze Compass, the legacy of the four ancient kingdoms.

Subduing forces was just a cover.

And he referred to himself as 'this lord.'

Jun Xiaoyao had almost figured out who he was.

"The Divine Son does not like people hiding in the shadows. Show yourself!" Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm, and he formed a fist seal, delivering a powerful punch.

His current realm was the late-stage Unity Realm, far more powerful than his previous peak Bridge Realm.

The same technique, but the power it unleashed was incomparable.

A lifelike golden dragon coiled around his fist and struck out, the Dragon Fist.

Everyone heard a dragon's roar as a golden dragon soared through the air, heading straight for the golden dragon bed.

Jun Xiaoyao had not even used the power of the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Technique, but this punch was enough to shatter a thousand-foot mountain!

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from the golden dragon bed.

A hand emerged, emitting a surge of power, as if instantly transforming into thousands of hands, striking the void and causing the space to tremble.

"Hmm? The Primordial Scattering Hands... It seems it is indeed him." Jun Wanjie's eyes flashed.

He had almost confirmed the person's identity earlier, and now the display of the divine technique revealed it without a doubt.

Boom!

In the void, the two techniques collided, creating a massive wave.

The people below were amazed.

Was this the fluctuation of a Unity Realm genius's battle? It felt as terrifying as a sage's!

A fierce wave of energy swept in all directions, but Jun Xiaoyao's figure remained unmoving.

The golden dragon bed, however, was pushed back, and the curtains were torn and scattered.

Finally, the figure inside was revealed.

Many scantily clad beauties were killed by the shockwave, lying dead on the bed.

In the center of the bed, a young man wearing a jade crown and a crimson-golden imperial robe, with an ordinary and unremarkable appearance, stared coldly at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Indeed, it is you, the Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty!" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.