Chapter 10: Sparring with Jun with a Sword—Is That It? Is That All?

Previously, Jun Zhangjian had vaguely heard from the elders of his lineage that Jun Xiaoyao possessed the Ancient Sacred Body.

At that time, Jun Zhangjian had been somewhat skeptical.

Not to mention that the Ancient Sacred Body had almost gone extinct in the recent ancient era, even if one were to appear occasionally, they would quickly fade into mediocrity.

This was because, since the recent ancient era, the environment of heaven and earth had become unsuitable for the cultivation of the Ancient Sacred Body; there were even ten shackles imposed by heaven that imprisoned the cultivation of the Sacred Body.

If Jun Xiaoyao were truly of the Ancient Sacred Body, it would be equivalent to a "chicken rib"—a useless physique.

One might ask, would the 18th Ancestor value a useless physique?

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian had always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might possess some other physique similar to the Ancient Sacred Body.

But now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao raise his hand with surging golden mana, it truly resembled the Ancient Sacred Body.

After all, the Ancient Sacred Body was born with a golden spiritual sea, and even its blood was golden, sacred blood.

"Could it be that Cousin Xiaoyao is truly the legendary Ancient Sacred Body?" Jun Zhangjian couldn't help but ask.

"That's right." Jun Xiaoyao nodded indifferently.

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

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao confirm it himself, Jun Zhangjian’s eyes shook, and Lan Qingya, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a tremor in her heart as well.

"It really is the Ancient Sacred Body. If that’s the case, why would Jun Zhangjian be wary of a useless 'chicken rib' physique..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, deep resentment hidden in her eyes.

She would not easily forget today's humiliation.

"Since that is the case, I shall take my leave." Jun Zhangjian cupped his hands slightly.

Having been forced to part with a large piece of his "flesh," Jun Zhangjian no longer wanted to stay here.

"Wait..." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, you..." The corners of Jun Zhangjian’s mouth twitched slightly.

Could it be that this cousin was so greedy that he wanted to swallow an elephant?

"Ahem... Cousin Zhangjian, you’ve misunderstood. I simply saw a worthy opponent and felt the urge to spar with you," Jun Xiaoyao said with a dry cough.

Jun Zhangjian’s eyes flashed with a strange look, and he shook his head with a faint smile: "Cousin Xiaoyao, you are still young; there is no need for this. Let us spar when you have grown up."

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

If he were to injure Jun Xiaoyao, he would never be able to bear the wrath of the 18th Ancestor.

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian refused directly.

"It is merely a spar. I hope you will not refuse, Cousin," Jun Xiaoyao insisted.

"Sigh, very well then. But I hope you will act according to your ability, Cousin." Jun Zhangjian wore a calm and indifferent expression.

In terms of status and position, he certainly could not compare to Jun Xiaoyao.

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

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

By this time, a group of Jun family members had already gathered outside the palace to watch the excitement, craning their necks to learn the outcome of the earlier events.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian walk out looking like they were about to fight, they were stunned.

"What is going on? Wasn't it said they were here to apologize? Why are they fighting?"

"No, look at the God Child Xiaoyao; it seems they haven't had a conflict, they are just sparring." Some sharp-eyed observers noticed.

Their eyes were filled with interest.

A spar between these two was worth watching.

One was a God Child with countless halos since birth, and the other was the long-renowned 10th Sequence.

Although, due to age and cultivation, no one believed Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian, they were still placing bets.

"How many moves do you think God Child Xiaoyao can last against Jun Zhangjian?"

"I guess three moves."

"No way, at least ten moves."

Hearing the words of the crowd, the corners of Jun Zhangjian’s mouth curled up involuntarily.

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

"Cousin Xiaoyao, be careful!"

With that, Jun Zhangjian’s aura of the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Palace surged out.

He didn't use any martial arts techniques; he simply pointed his fingers like a sword and struck toward Jun Xiaoyao.

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

One thousand Giant Elephant particles awakened within his body, adding a terrifying divine force of ten million jin.

As this punch was thrown, the void seemed to distort, and a massive air cannon erupted with a roar!

Feeling this power, Jun Zhangjian’s expression changed instantly. He hurriedly tried to pull back his hand, but it was too late to dodge.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones. Jun Zhangjian’s figure was sent flying like a cannonball, his finger bones shattered.

This scene left all the watching Jun family members stunned.

What exactly happened?

Lan Qingya, who had followed them out, also had her expression frozen.

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

"Cough, cough..." Jun Zhangjian looked disheveled, his finger bones broken, and deep horror hidden in his eyes.

That terrifying divine force left him with lingering fear.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself, he was also very surprised.

Wasn't Jun Zhangjian the 10th Sequence of the Jun family? Wasn't he supposed to be very strong?

Is this it? Is this really it?

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression darkened slightly: "Cousin Zhangjian, you shouldn't hold back just because I am young. This is an insult to me."

Having said that, Jun Xiaoyao took the initiative to attack.

Jun Zhangjian’s expression shifted, and he felt bitter in his heart.

He swore to heaven that he absolutely had not held back.

However, not only Jun Xiaoyao but also the onlookers from the Jun family were whispering, all believing that Jun Zhangjian had been holding back.

"Nine Swords of the Rising Sun!"

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

He slashed out nine sword beams in succession, tearing through the air with powerful, shocking fluctuations.

"Protection of the Underworld God!"

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive technique from the Divine Elephant Overpowering Prison Force.

Instantly, a phantom of the Underworld God seemed to manifest, enveloping his entire body.

The nine sword beams collided with the Underworld God phantom and shattered into countless specks of light.

Jun Xiaoyao rushed out again, a pair of pitch-black wings manifesting behind his back—the Wings of the Devil.

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

"Spear of the Underworld God!"

Jun Xiaoyao grabbed the air, and endless divine energy surged, forming a purple-black spear burning with dark underworld flames, as if it could pierce through everything in the world.

"Purple Emperor Sword Technique!"

In his haste, Jun Zhangjian unleashed his trump card sword technique, and a purple sword shadow slashed across the sky.

Boom!

A massive collision erupted, but the result was that the Spear of the Underworld God, imbued with ten million jin of force, directly shattered the purple sword shadow and continued unabated toward Jun Zhangjian.

Jun Zhangjian hurriedly summoned his sword from behind to block.

Bang!

With a loud crash, the sword in Jun Zhangjian’s hand was knocked away, and he himself was sent flying, crashing into a nearby wall.

The eyes of the Jun family members watching the spectacle nearly popped out of their sockets, filled with shock.

It had only been three moves, right?

The 10th Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, had actually been beaten down?

Even if he were holding back, he couldn't have held back to this extent.

At this point, even Jun Xiaoyao realized what was happening.

It turned out Jun Zhangjian hadn't been holding back; it was just that he himself was too strong.

Thinking that he had misunderstood Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head secretly, feeling very guilty.

He walked up to the disheveled Jun Zhangjian and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Cousin Zhangjian. I misunderstood you; I thought you were holding back, but I didn't expect you were truly giving it your all..."

Hearing this, the blood Jun Zhangjian had just swallowed back almost came out again.

There were words in his heart he didn't know if he should say!