Chapter 108
However, when his gaze fell on Jiang Luoli, his gloomy expression softened slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Yang Pan had a hobby of collecting beauties in his harem.
Jiang Luoli was born sparkling and cute, petite and moving. Anyone would be stunned at first sight.
In fact, he even had a faint feeling of wanting to bully her.
Feeling Yang Pan's sinister gaze, Jiang Luoli felt goosebumps appear on her snow-white skin, and she felt disgusted.
"You big beetle, what are you looking at!" Jiang Luoli revealed a look of disgust.
Yang Pan didn't mind. Instead, he smiled and said, "The pearl of the Jiang family is indeed extraordinary."
Desire began to rise in his heart.
If it weren't for the fact that he was here to compete for the position of the Emperor's son-in-law, Yang Pan would have wanted to subdue Jiang Luoli.
As if sensing Yang Pan's intentions, Jiang Luoli's pretty eyes widened, and her fair face turned red with anger.
"Disgusting big beetle, die!"
Jiang Luoli didn't care and directly attacked.
She waved her small hand, and the Spirit Qi in the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to gather together, forming a vast Spirit Qi palm print that suppressed Yang Pan.
"As expected of the Primordial Spirit Dao Body. She can activate the power of heaven and earth with just a wave of her hand."
Many people exclaimed in admiration.
Seeing this, Yang Pan's expression was very relaxed. He raised his hand, and the Divine Spear of Light pierced through the sky, piercing toward the Spirit Qi palm print.
The moment he attacked, Yang Pan's cultivation level was exposed.
He was also at the perfected Consolidation Realm.
The reason so many prodigies were stuck at this level wasn't because they couldn't break through.
It was because in the next Path Integration Realm, they needed to find suitable Spirit Seeds, Immortal Seeds, and so on.
Different levels of Spirit Seeds and Immortal Seeds were crucial to their future cultivation speed and strength.
Some rare Immortal Seeds, such as the World Tree Sapling, Primordial Purple Vapor Seed, and so on, could give prodigies a terrifying boost.
Therefore, no prodigy would casually break through to the Path Integration Realm.
Boom!
The spear light collided with the spiritual energy palm and directly pierced through it.
Jiang Luoli's Primordial Spirit Dao Body was not weak in combat, but she was not the best at cultivation.
Yang Pan, on the other hand, was clad in divine armor and his cultivation was also at the top.
Therefore, it would not be easy for Jiang Luoli to deal with Yang Pan.
Yang Pan's eyes flashed as he continued to attack. The Divine Spear of Desolation in his hand slashed out terrifying pitch-black spear lights.
Powerful move, Demonic Dance!
The void seemed to be boiling as the spear radiance violently blasted towards Jiang Luoli.
Yang Pan's heart gave birth to a wicked thought.
Jiang Luoli was so cute. She should cry for a long time after being punched, right?
Jiang Luoli's watery eyes also revealed a dignified expression.
She had said that she would teach Yang Pan a lesson on behalf of Jun Xiaoyao. But now, it seemed that Yang Pan's strength was not just for show.
"That's too much." Jiang Shengyi frowned.
Just as she was about to attack …
Suddenly, an incomparably vast and enormous golden palm fell from the sky and smashed down on Yang Pan!
"Who is it?!"
Yang Pan's expression changed abruptly as his pupils shrank rapidly. A terrifying pressure poured down, and even the spear radiance he released was crushed.
Yang Pan was caught off guard and could only use the Heavenly Horn Divine Armor to defend himself. At the same time, he held his spear horizontally to block.
Boom!
The palm print, which contained a vast amount of power, smashed Yang Pan into the ground. Large cracks spread across the ground around him.
The entire bustling Forbidden City seemed to have been frozen at this moment.
Countless people's faces froze.
The Marquis Champion, who was incomparably arrogant and had an invincible aura, was now smashed into the ground.
This contrast was too great, causing many people to be unable to regain their senses for a long time.
At this moment, a calm and indifferent voice slowly sounded.
"This is the so-called Marquis Champion? It's just so-so. "
Hearing this voice, everyone's eyes suddenly looked towards the sky.
A nine-headed lion that looked like it was cast in gold appeared with two figures on its back.
The white-robed figure in front, bathed in celestial radiance, was aloof and peerless. The indifferent and playful voice came from his mouth.
"It's the Jun family's Son Of God. He's finally here!"
The whole place was in an uproar!
From the moment Yang Pan released the news of the battle, everyone was looking forward to how Jun Xiaoyao would respond.
However, Jun Xiaoyao did not respond.
This allowed some of the enemy forces to seize the opportunity and use it against Jun Xiaoyao.
Now, Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.
He was as strong as ever!
The Marquis Champion, who was arrogant and arrogant just now, was now covered in dust and dirt as he escaped from the crack in the ground.
He didn't suffer any serious injuries, but his face was a little embarrassed.
"Jun Xiaoyao, how dare you sneak attack me!" Yang Pan's face was terrifyingly cold, and he was incomparably ashamed and angry.
If he was not caught off guard, he would not be in such a sorry state.
"Do you have to ask for the permission of the fly before you swat it?" Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Yang Pan indifferently.
His tone was full of contempt.
This was not arrogance, but a natural invincibility.
Hearing this, Yang Pan's face turned green. As the local emperor of the Panwu Jin Dynasty, he had never been humiliated like this.
On the other side, Jiang Luoli's little face was first stunned, then she cheered and ran faster than a rabbit. She flashed to Jun Xiaoyao's side and clung onto his body like an octopus.
She was like an adorable pendant.
"Brother Xiaoyao, Luo Li knew you would come!" Jiang Luoli smiled until her starry eyes turned into crescents.
"Come down." Jun Xiaoyao was helpless.
"No, I haven't seen Brother Xiaoyao in two years, four months, sixteen days, six hours, and thirty minutes." Jiang Luoli pouted, feeling a little wronged.
Jun Xiaoyao was slightly embarrassed when he heard this.
Why did he feel that Jiang Luoli had the potential to be sick?
"If you don't come down, how can I stand up for you?" Jun Xiaoyao sighed.
"Oh, Brother Xiaoyao, you must crush that giant beetle." Jiang Luoli reluctantly let go of her hands and feet.
Seeing Jiang Luoli crazily clinging onto him, many of the young elites around them were going crazy with jealousy.
Between people, one really couldn't compare. It was infuriating.
Ye Xingyun's face was extremely cold. If not for the fact that his personality had changed, he would have challenged Jun Xiaoyao again.
Over at the Wanhuang Spirit Mountain, Feng Qingling's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, it really is him."
Now, Feng Qingling was completely sure that the mysterious genius who had crushed her was Jun Xiaoyao.
"He is indeed very powerful. We can't underestimate him." Huang Xuanyi's face also became serious.
Wang Gang, the arrogant young man from the Wang family in the Northern Region, sized up Jun Xiaoyao and shook his head slightly. "He is not bad, but he can't be compared to Big Brother."
In his eyes, the Son Of God of the Jun family was not as good as the Young Emperor of the Wang family.
Xiao Chen, who was in the corner, could not help but burst with murderous intent the moment he saw Jun Xiaoyao.
However, he endured it deeply.
He knew that now was not the time.
Only when he became the Prince Consort of the Panwu Jin Dynasty would he be qualified to face Jun Xiaoyao.