Chapter 9

Previously, when Jun Zhangjian was standing by the sword, he vaguely heard the elders of his lineage mention that Jun Xiaoyao was a Primordial Sage Body.

At that time, Jun Zhangjian still had some doubts.

Not only were Primordial Sage Bodies almost extinct in the recent ancient era, but even if one occasionally appeared, they would soon become indistinguishable from the masses.

This was because the environment of the recent ancient era was unsuitable for the cultivation of Primordial Sage Bodies, and even ten heavenly restraints descended to restrict their cultivation.

If Jun Xiaoyao were truly a Primordial Sage Body, it would be equivalent to a useless, chicken-rib-like body.

Would the Eighteen Ancestors value a useless body?

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might have a constitution similar to a Primordial Sage Body.

But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand, with golden mana surging, it indeed seemed like a Primordial Sage Body.

Primordial Sage Bodies are born with a golden spirit sea, and even their blood is golden and holy.

"Could it be that Junior Clan Brother Xiaoyao is really the rumored Primordial Sage Body?" Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but ask.

"That's correct." Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly.

This was not a secret, and he had no intention of hiding it.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's confirmation, Jun Zhangjian's eyes widened in shock, and Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground, was also deeply shaken.

"Is he really a Primordial Sage Body? If so, why did Jun Zhangjian still fear a useless, chicken-rib-like body..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, her eyes filled with deep resentment.

She could not forget the humiliation of today.

"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave first." Jun Zhangjian bowed slightly.

Having lost a large piece of flesh, Jun Zhangjian no longer wanted to stay.

"Hold on..." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.

"Junior Clan Brother Xiaoyao, you..." Jun Zhangjian's lips twitched slightly.

Could this junior be so greedy as to try to swallow an elephant?

"Cough... Senior Clan Brother Zhangjian, you misunderstood. I just saw the prey and got excited, wanting to spar with you." Jun Xiaoyao coughed and said.

Jun Zhangjian's eyes showed a strange expression, and he shook his head with a faint smile. "Senior Clan Brother Xiaoyao, you are still young, there's no need for this. We can spar when you grow up."

Jun Xiaoyao was only three years old, while Jun Zhangjian was already thirteen or fourteen.

If he were to injure Jun Xiaoyao, he couldn't bear the wrath of the Eighteen Ancestors.

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian directly refused.

"It's just a spar, I hope Senior Clan Brother won't refuse." Jun Xiaoyao insisted.

"Ah, if that's the case, then fine, but I hope Junior Clan Brother will act within your limits." Jun Zhangjian's face showed a calm and composed expression.

In terms of status, he indeed couldn't match Jun Xiaoyao.

But in terms of cultivation, he could easily overwhelm Jun Xiaoyao.

A moment later, they arrived at an open area outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

At this time, a group of Jun family members had already gathered outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace, peering curiously to see the outcome.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian walk out, looking like they were about to fight, their faces showed shock.

"What's going on? Didn't they come to apologize, why are they fighting?"

"That's not right. From the look of Divine Son Xiaoyao, they should not have had a conflict, it's just a spar." Some discerning people noticed.

Their eyes showed interest.

This spar was quite a spectacle.

One was a divine son with countless accolades since childhood, the other was a well-known Tenth Sequence.

Although limited by age and cultivation, no one thought Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian, but they were still betting.

"Do you think how many moves Divine Son Xiaoyao can withstand against Jun Zhangjian?"

"I guess three moves."

"No, at least ten moves."

Hearing their words, Jun Zhangjian's lips curled involuntarily.

Although handing over a Yuan Tian Supreme Order made his heart bleed, now it seemed he could show off a bit.

"Junior Clan Brother Xiaoyao, be careful!"

Saying this, Jun Zhangjian's aura of the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Palace surged.

He didn't use any martial arts techniques, but directly pointed his fingers as a sword, aiming at Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao simply clenched his fist and struck out.

A thousand giant elephant particles within his body awakened, adding ten million pounds of terrifying divine power.

This punch seemed to distort the void, and a massive air blast erupted!

Feeling this power, Jun Zhangjian's face changed, and he hurriedly tried to retract his hand, but it was too late.

Boom!

A loud explosion sounded, accompanied by the crack of bones, and Jun Zhangjian was thrown back like a cannonball, his fingers shattered.

This scene left all the onlookers from the Jun family stunned.

What just happened?

Lan Qingya, who had followed out, also had a frozen expression.

Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes sparkled; she had indeed not followed the wrong person.

"Cough, cough..." Jun Zhangjian was covered in dust, his fingers shattered, his eyes filled with shock.

That terrifying divine power left him with lingering fear.

And Jun Xiaoyao himself was also very surprised.

Isn't Jun Zhangjian the Tenth Sequence of the Jun family, shouldn't he be very powerful?

Is this it? Is this it?

Jun Xiaoyao's face darkened. "Senior Clan Brother Zhangjian, you shouldn't be so lenient with me just because I'm young. That's an insult to me."

Saying this, Jun Xiaoyao took the initiative to attack.

Jun Zhangjian's face changed, and he felt bitter.

He swore to the heavens that he had not been lenient.

However, not only Jun Xiaoyao, but even the onlookers from the Jun family were discussing, all believing that Jun Zhangjian had been lenient.

"Nine Suns Sword Technique!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao attack again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to use his full strength.

He slashed out nine sword beams, tearing through the air, causing a powerful shockwave that left everyone in awe.

"Guardian of the Netherworld!"

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive technique from the Divine Elephant Imprisoning Hell Technique.

Instantly, a shadow of a Netherworld Guardian seemed to manifest, enveloping his entire body.

The nine sword beams collided with the Netherworld Guardian's shadow and shattered into countless light points.

Jun Xiaoyao charged forward again, a pair of black wings manifesting behind him, the Demon Wings.

His speed instantly increased, and he flashed in front of Jun Zhangjian.

"Netherworld Spear!"

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, and boundless divine power surged, forming a long, purple-black spear, burning with black Netherworld flames, as if it could pierce through all things.

"Purple Emperor Sword Technique!"

In a hurry, Jun Zhangjian used his ultimate sword technique, a purple sword shadow slashing through the air.

Boom!

A massive collision erupted, but the outcome was that the Netherworld Spear, enhanced by ten million pounds of force, directly pierced through the purple sword shadow and continued toward Jun Zhangjian.

Jun Zhangjian hastily drew his sword, blocking horizontally.

Bang!

A loud collision, Jun Zhangjian's sword was knocked away, and he was thrown back, crashing into the wall.

The onlookers from the Jun family were almost bulging their eyes out, their faces filled with shock.

Was that just three moves back and forth?

The Tenth Sequence Jun Zhangjian was actually defeated?

Even if he was being lenient, it couldn't be to this extent.

At this moment, even Jun Xiaoyao realized.

It turned out that Jun Zhangjian had not been lenient; he was just too strong.

Thinking of the misunderstanding, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, feeling very guilty.

He walked to the dusty Jun Zhangjian, full of remorse. "I'm sorry, Senior Clan Brother Zhangjian, I misunderstood you. I thought you were being lenient, but you were really trying your best..."

Hearing this, Jun Zhangjian almost spat out the blood he had just swallowed.

He had a curse on his mind, but he didn't know whether to say it or not!