The entire Forbidden City was abuzz with excitent due to the arrival of Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao looked at the livid face of Yang Pan and said coolly, "I don’t accept the challenge because it’s unnecessary. Swatting you is no more troubleso than swatting a fly."
"Jun Xiaoyao, stop boasting. Do you think you’re invincible after destroying just one of my avatars?" Yang Pan retorted coldly.
He believed that Jun Xiaoyao’s confidence ca from easily annihilating his avatar before.
"Heh..." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly, saying nothing more.
How could Yang Pan possibly understand his abilities?
Hatred surged in Yang Pan’s eyes.
With his impulsive nature, he almost couldn’t resist launching a direct battle.
But rembering his pursuit of the Prince Consort position, Yang Pan temporarily suppressed his anger.
Once he obtained the position of Prince Consort, he would then challenge Jun Xiaoyao to a decisive duel at Forbidden City Peak.
Jun Xiaoyao was clearly aware of Yang Pan’s intentions.
He didn’t mind whether the fight started sooner or later, as the outco would remain unchanged.
Seeing the temporary truce between the two, the surrounding cultivators continued to sigh.
Jun Xiaoyao’s entrance was so dominant, it shattered the invincible aura of the Champion Marquis.
However, they were also curious if Jun Xiaoyao would participate in the contest for the position of Prince Consort.
Jun Xiaoyao walked over to the Jun Family’s side.
"Divine Son!" Jun Zhangjian and others cupped their hands, their eyes filled with joy.
Recently, they had been greatly annoyed by those circulating rumors.
With Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance, all the slanderous rumors collapsed on their own.
"Xiaoyao, I knew you wouldn’t shy away from a fight." Jiang Shengyi approached and smiled.
"Sister Shengyi," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
Nearby, Jiang Luoli watched the two, her big eyes blinking.
She didn’t ponder too much over it.
"Lord Divine Son, we et again. The night we played the zither still remains vivid and unforgettable,"
At this mont, a stunning beauty approached once more; it was the Celestial Zither Maiden.
Her tone held a hint of nostalgia, and a faint gleam of longing was visible in her eyes.
After learning about Jun Xiaoyao’s true identity, she felt sowhat overwheld.
But the Celestial Zither Maiden was unaware that Jun Xiaoyao had only used her once.
"Wha... What... What? Talking all night?"
Jiang Luoli was thunderstruck upon hearing this, as if petrified.
"I was the first..." Jiang Luoli pouted, a dense air of jealousy perating.
"Miss Jiang misunderstood. It was playing the zither, not chatting all night," the Celestial Zither Maiden clarified.
Jiang Luoli still had so reservations; after all, it was the whole night, and who knows what age-inappropriate things could’ve happened.
"You little girl, what nonsense are you thinking?" Jun Xiaoyao gently tapped Jiang Luoli’s little head.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao caught in a beautiful chaotic scene, even Jun Zhangjian couldn’t help but exclaim with envy, "If only I had one-tenth of Lord Divine Son’s charm."
"Are you dreaming of enjoying peaches?" Jun Xuehuang teased.
At that mont, a majestic voice echoed from the depths of the Imperial Palace.
A golden arch bridge extended from the distance, with a group of people walking slowly toward them.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in an imperial robe, exuding authority and the great might of holding power over the world.
This man was none other than the Emperor of Panwu Divine Dynasty, the Panwu Divine Lord.
Behind him followed a group of princes and princesses.
Wu Mingyue and the Third Prince were among them.
The Third Prince imdiately noticed Jun Xiaoyao, his heart suddenly turning cold, sinking to the bottom.
"It’s over, it really is him, the Jun Family’s Divine Son..."
Previously, the Third Prince had a faint premonition in his heart.
Unexpectedly, it had now co true.
Bribing Netherworld Heaven’s assassins to kill the Jun Family’s Divine Son.
If this were exposed, the Third Prince couldn’t even imagine the consequences.
"No worries, stay calm. Those Netherworld Heaven assassins would rather die than expose my identity," the Third Prince thought to himself.
Then, coincidentally, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze fell upon the Third Prince.
The Third Prince was montarily paralyzed.
Jun Xiaoyao offered a faint smile and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the Third Prince forced a stiff smile.
In his heart, however, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"It seems Jun Xiaoyao doesn’t know I’m the one pulling the strings," the Third Prince mused.
Even if Jun Xiaoyao suspected him, without evidence, he couldn’t prove anything.
At worst, the Third Prince would just feign ignorance.
Unfortunately, the Third Prince didn’t realize that Jun Xiaoyao’s smile.
Was the smile of a demon.
Wu Mingyue also saw Jun Xiaoyao, and her expression imdiately beca unnatural.
"He still ca, after all." Wu Mingyue sighed, feeling unusually tense.
After all, her lifeline was still in Jun Xiaoyao’s hands.
"Is that the Eldest Princess of the Divine Dynasty? It’s my first ti seeing her, truly a peerless beauty!"
"Indeed, it makes sense why so many Celestial Prides vie for the Prince Consort position, not only to soar to great heights but also to win such a beauty."
Many cultivators were srized as they gazed at Wu Mingyue.
Dressed in a vibrant red gown, Wu Mingyue was captivating and unparalleled in her allure.
"Mingyue..."
Sitting in a corner, Xiao Chen was overwheld with emotion, his face subtly showing excitent and longing.
Wu Mingyue was his woman, and today he would not let Wu Mingyue go to anyone else!
"Thank you all for attending this banquet. Today is also the day my daughter Mingyue chooses her Prince Consort. Only the Celestial Pride who stands out can beco the Prince Consort of my Panwu Divine Dynasty,"
The Panwu Divine Lord spoke, his voice echoing all around.
"Next, the banquet begins, and you young talents can also compete and spar."
As the Panwu Divine Lord finished speaking, the banquet officially comnced.
"Haha, let perform for you first. I have long admired Princess Mingyue,"
A handso young man, bearing a long sword on his back, leapt onto the prepared stage and announced with a smile.
"He is a True Disciple from the Celestial South Sword Sect, a notably strong Celestial Pride," so cultivators comnted.
The Celestial South Sword Sect was also a top-tier sword dao power.
Yet Wu Mingyue didn’t even glance at that Celestial Pride.
"Heh..."
A cold laugh echoed out, emanating from Yang Pan.
He unleashed a spear strike, the terrifying spear light rippling the void.
The True Disciple of the Celestial South Sword Sect, seeing this, changed his expression, drawing his sword to parry.
However, with one move, the True Disciple was sent flying, vomiting blood, and his shoulder bore a bloody hole.
Even worse, his entire skeleton was shattered.
Several elders of the Celestial South Sword Sect approached to inspect, their faces extrely grim.
Yet due to Yang Pan’s status and the presence of the Panwu Divine Lord, they were angry but dared not speak.
"Hmph, this Prince Consort position is mine, any fool who wants to contend, feel free to co up and fight!"
Yang Pan stood atop the high platform, clad in the Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor, wielding the Shang Mang Divine Spear, exuding unmatched might.
Boom!
Just as Yang Pan’s words fell, a majestic aura erupted from a far-off banquet site.
Accompanied by a resolute cold shout.
"Only I, Xiao Chen, can be Mingyue’s Prince Consort; as for you, Yang Pan, get as far away as you can!"
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