Chapter 10: Sparring with you, with your sword? That's

tory of the Dragon Clan! You dare to run wild here!"A killing intent-laced, cold voice echoed. Deep within the ancestral grounds, a figure slowly descended from the sky."Jun Xiaoyao actually alarmed...Previously, the lord had vaguely heard from an elder of his lineage that Jun Xiaoyao possessed the physique of a Saint from ancient times.

At that time, you still had some disbelief with your sword in hand.

It goes without saying that the archaic holy body was nearly extinct in recent ancient times. Even if one occasionally appeared, they would soon fade into obscurity.

Because since ancient times, the environment of heaven and earth has not been suitable for the cultivation of the Ancient Saint Physique, and even ten heavenly shackles have descended to imprison the cultivation of the Saint Physique.

If Jun Xiaoyao really is the desolate ancient sacred body, then it's equivalent to a useless and pointless body.

Wouldn't the Eighteenth Ancestor value a crippled person

Therefore, Jun Jianzhi has always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might be a physique similar to the ancient saintly body.

But now, he sees Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand, golden magical power surging, indeed like an ancient holy body.

Because of the ancient sacred body, a golden spirit sea is born, and even the blood is golden holy blood.

"Could it be that the young brother of the Xiaoyao Clan is really the legendary ancient holy body" Jun Zhanyi asked involuntarily.

"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly.

This isn't a secret, and he has no intention of hiding it.

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's own confirmation, Jun Jian's eyes widened with surprise, and Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground, also felt a tremor in her heart.

"It's really the Ancient Saintly Physique. Since that's the case, why is Jun Jian still afraid of a useless body..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, her eyes filled with resentment.

The humiliation of today, she could never forget.

"Well then, I shall take my leave." Jun bowed his sword slightly.

Having had a large chunk of flesh cut from him, Jun, sword in hand, no longer wished to remain here.

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

"Easygoing brother, you..." Jun's sword-wielding corner twitched slightly.

Could it be that this cousin of mine is so greedy, he wants to swallow an elephant whole

"Cough... Senior Brother Jian Zhang, you misunderstood. I was just excited to see a strong opponent and wanted to spar with you." Jun Xiaoyao coughed dryly.

"Jun wields his sword with an unusual glint in his eyes, he shakes his head and smiles slightly: “Brother Xiaoyao, you are still young, there is no need for this. When you grow up, we can spar again.”

If he were to injure Jun Xiaoyao at that time, he wouldn't be able to bear the wrath of the Eighteen Ancestors.

Therefore, the lord refused with his sword drawn.

"It's just a friendly spar, I hope brother won't refuse." Jun Xiaoyao insisted.

"Well, if that's the case, then alright. But I hope my younger brother will do his best." Jun stood with his sword, looking calm and composed.

In terms of status, he was indeed inferior to Jun Xiaoyao.

But in terms of cultivation realm, he could crush Jun Xiaoyao.

Moments later, they arrived at an open space outside the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

At this time, outside the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, a crowd of onlookers from the imperial court had already gathered, craning their necks to try and find out the results.

They saw Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Jian walk out, looking like they were about to fight, their faces filled with astonishment.

"What's going on Weren't they supposed to be here to apologize"

"No, judging by the appearance of Xian'er, they probably haven't had a conflict, just a friendly sparring session." Some astute observers realized this.

Their eyes were all lit up with interest.

The sparring between the two is very interesting to watch.

One is a godchild who has been surrounded by glory since childhood, and the other is already a well-known tenth sequence.

Although due to age and cultivation level, no one thought Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Jianjian, they still gambled.

"You guys say, how many moves can the Unfettered Divine Son withstand against Jun's sword"

"I'll guess three moves."

"No, at least ten moves, right"

Hearing those words, Jun unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth with his sword.

Although handing over a piece of the Heavenly Sovereign Token caused him to bleed inside, it seems he might now have a chance to shine.

"Be careful, little brother of the Xiaoyao Clan!"

When the Lord of Swords declared his words, a surging energy from the five heavens of the Imperial Palace erupted.

He didn't use any martial arts moves, directly using his finger as a sword, and pointed it at Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also acted simply, clenching his fist with five fingers and striking it out.

Inside, a thousand giant elephant microparticles awaken, empowered by the terrifying divine power of ten million jin.

This punch blasted out, the void itself seeming to distort as a massive air cannon erupted with a thunderous roar!

Feeling this power, Jun's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly tried to pull his hand back, but it was still too late to avoid it.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones. Jun Zhanjian's figure was sent flying like a cannonball, his finger bones shattered.

This scene astonished all the onlookers from the Jun family.

What exactly did you say

Then Lan Qingya, who followed closely behind, also had a frozen expression.

Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes sparkled with delight, she was certain she had not followed the wrong person.

“Cough cough…” Jun, with his sword and gray-headed and dusty face, fractured finger bones, and a look of fear hidden in his eyes.

That terrifying power left him shaken to his core.

And as for Jun Xiaoyao himself, he was also very surprised.

Isn't Jun Wujian supposed to be very powerful as the tenth-ranked swordsman in the Jun family

Is that it Is that all there is

Jun Xiaoyao's face darkened slightly as he said, "Brother Jianzhang, you can't let me off just because I'm younger. That's an insult to me."

Then, Jun Xiaoyao took the initiative to make a move.

Jun, with sword in hand, his face shifted and a bitter feeling gripped his heart.

He swore to the heavens that he didn't give an inch.

However, not only was it Jun Xiaoyao, but even those onlookers from the Jun family were discussing it, all believing that Jun had yielded his sword out of humility.

"Nine Swords of the Rising Sun!"

Faced with another attack from Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Jian had no choice but to unleash his full strength.

His nine sword lights slashed out in succession, tearing through the air, their waves of power immense and awe-inspiring.

"Divine Guardian!"

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive ultimate technique within the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength.

In an instant, as if a phantom of the underworld god materialized, it enveloped his entire body.

Nine sword lights collided with the phantom of the Underworld God, shattering it directly into countless light spots.

Jun Xiaoyao surged forward once more, a pair of inky black wings manifesting behind him—the very wings of the Devil.

His speed suddenly surged, and he instantly appeared in front of Jun Zhang's sword.

"Spear of the Underworld God!"

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, an endless surge of divine power surged forth, transforming into a purple-black spear. It burned with pitch-black Nether Flame, as if it could pierce through all things in the world.

"Violet Emperor Sword Scripture!"

In haste, Jun drew his sword and unleashed his trump card, a purple sword shadow slashing across the sky.

A great collision erupted, but in the end, the God of Darkness' spear, empowered by ten million jin of force, directly shattered the purple sword shadow. Then, unstoppable, it fell towards Jun who stood with his sword drawn.

The lord, wielding his sword, hastily drew it from behind and held it horizontally to block.

Bang!

A deafening crash resonated as Jun's sword was knocked from his grasp, the longsword flying through the air. He himself was sent hurtling backwards, crashing against a wall with a bone-jarring thud.

Those onlookers from the Jun family's clan had their eyes wide with shock, their expressions filled with awe.

Isn't this just a few exchanges back and forth

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Even if you were to be humble, it wouldn't be possible to be this humble.

Now even Jun Xiaoyao reacted.

It turns out that your Majesty's swordsmanship wasn't due to lack of humility, but rather because he was simply too powerful.

As soon as he thought about misunderstanding Jun's swordsmanship and seeing Jun carefree, he shook his head secretly, feeling very remorseful.

He walked to Jun, who was covered in dirt and stood with his sword in hand, filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, Brother Jun, I misunderstood you. I thought you were being humble, but I didn't expect that you were truly giving it your all...”

Jun, sword in hand, almost choked on the blood he'd just swallowed upon hearing this.

He had a swear word in his heart that he didn't know whether to say or not!tinged with crimson blood. He was a god compared to a demon.He struck with both hands simultaneously.The right hand churned Death's Silence, a torrent of black light, with infernal fire rolling.This i...