tly, then a hint of playfulness appeared on his face.He hadn't forgotten that there were still daily quests in Pangu Mountain of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.And he wanted to quickly awaken the second kin...Before Yang Pan made his move, although he was being suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao, his powerful aura still sent shivers down people's spines.

It can be said that, in general, the peerless geniuses of immortal forces would absolutely not be able to defeat Yang Pan.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao actually said that Yang Pan in front of him was just a clone, which was somewhat terrifying.

If even a clone possesses such strength, how powerful must Yang Pan's true body be

Jun Xiaoyao's face was very calm.

From the first moment he saw Yang Pan, he knew he was just an avatar.

But Jun Xiaoyao doesn't care about this.

Whether it's the main body or any of my avatars, to him, they are all equal. He can suppress them at will, there is no significant difference.

At most, it's just that I might have to use a few more moves to suppress the main self.

In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his face as dark as ever.

He said coldly, “Conquering the Four Symbols Ancient Country doesn’t require this deity to make a move. I just didn't expect to run into you.”

Yang Pan's anger boiled over in his heart.

He was indeed just an avatar, Yang Pan's true self was still in the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

However, in Yang Pan's view, even if it was just an avatar, conquering the Four Elephant Ancient Kingdoms would be more than enough, there was no need for him to make a personal appearance.

But who could have imagined that behind the ancient kingdom of Zhuque, stood none other than Jun Xiaoyao.

This major turning point obstructed Yang Pan's plans.

Yang Pan took a deep breath, then said in a cold voice: "Jun Xiaoyao, you actually know that this marquis is just an avatar. Then you should also know how powerful the true body is."

"If you stop now, there's still a chance for redemption."

Yang Pan knew deep down that his avatar stood no chance against Jun Xiaoyao. Therefore, he could only resort to using his main body to confront him.

"Whether you are the main body or a clone, to this deity's son, does it make any difference It's all just a matter of crushing you with one palm." Jun Xiaoyao walked with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"You..." Yang Pan's brow furrowed, his eyes flashing with a cold and fierce light.

"As expected of the Goddess…" Bai Yu'er and the others, their eyes filled with admiration.

In the Wilderness Immortal Domain, how many dare to so openly scorn the God Dynasty Champion Marquis

"Well then, Jun Xiaoyao, you're refusing the toast and accepting the penalty drink." Yang Pan stated with a decisive tone.

Four shadowy figures materialized around him, radiating an overwhelming and suffocating aura of power.

"It was those four saints..." The White Tiger King and the Xuanwu King both showed fear in their eyes.

Had it not been for those four sages, the two nations could never have fallen so easily and submitted.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over, shaking his head slightly and saying, "Four puppets comparable to the Saint Realm, Yang Pan, you are quite lucky."

"What, is that a puppet" Baihu and Xuanwu, the two national masters, were astonished.

"So what if I'm a puppet, I can still crush you all." Yang Pan sneered.

He didn't intend to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

If he killed Jun Xiaoyao with his own strength, then even the Jun family wouldn't be able to find any handle on him.

After all, it's perfectly normal for the younger generation to compete fiercely, with life and death being commonplace.

But if Yang Pan used a saint's puppet to kill Jun Xiaoyao, the Jun family would definitely be furious.

Even with the powerful God Dynasty behind him, he wouldn't be protected.

Although Yang Pan is arrogant and overbearing, he's not brainless.

He just needs to use the saint puppet to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Then directly attack the ancient capital of Zhuque Kingdom and obtain the compass part.

"Lord Jun, you are carefree. As long as I use the puppet of a saint to suppress you, the Zhuque Ancient Nation will not be beyond the grasp of this Marquis. Whether it's that thing or Bai Yu'er, they all belong to this Marquis."

Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yu'er, a glint of hot and strange evil flashing in his eyes.

Bai Yu'er was indeed very beautiful, alluring and delicate, making Yang Pan's heart flutter with desire.

He had a habit of collecting beautiful women, and this Bai Yu'er was a treasure he must obtain.

"Delusional fool, how could you ever compare to even a single finger of the divine son" Bai Yuer coldly rebuked, her eyes filled with disdain.

Although Yang Pan is powerful and influential, in terms of appearance, character, temperament, he is simply no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

One is a celestial fairy.

One is an ordinary person.

Can these two be compared

"Bitch, when you submit to this Lord, see if you'll still say that!" Yang Pan rebuked.

Four sacred puppet figures simultaneously erupted with their auras, preparing to make a move.

At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept towards the several national masters.

“Will you still follow Yangpan”

Jun Xiaoyao's words caused the expressions of both the Baihu Nation Master and Xuanwu Nation Master to change, their eyes flickering with uncertainty.

To be honest, Yang Pan has a volatile temper and even called them "worthless pieces of trash."

Instead of enduring mistreatment from the champion Hou, it's better to choose to submit to Lord Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's status and position, compared to the Champion Marquis, are equal in rank.

Under such consideration, with almost no hesitation, the two national masters flashed their figures and changed sides, saying: "We are willing to submit to your family's divine son!"

"You..." A cold flame burned in Yang Pan's eyes.

The master of the Azure Dragon Nation tightened his face. He didn't choose to stand by Jun Xiaoyao's side.

Because his son Xiao Chen, had a grudge with Jun Xiaoyao.

With this war, his Qinglong ancient country has become the leader.

Zhuque Ancient Country won't let Qinglong Ancient Country off so easily.

Most importantly, the ruler of Qinglong Nation desires to become the master of the Four Symbols Ancient Nations.

Only Yang Pan can fulfill his ambitions.

Therefore, the lord of Qinglong Country was determined to cling tightly to Yang Pan's leg.

Seeing the indifferent Dragon King, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.

He will still have to deal with Xiao Chen in the future. Hiring his father as a subordinate is clearly not a wise move.

"Humph, you two want to be destroyed as a nation" Yang Pan said coldly.

Both monarchs' expressions were rather unnatural.

Jun Xiaoyao said lightly, "As long as I am here, who dares to destroy their country"

"You may be carefree now, but don't get too cocky. I have the Azure Dragon King here, plus five saints. We can still suppress you!"

At Yang Pan's command, the ruler of Qinglong Nation led four holy puppet warriors to suppress Jun Xiaoyao's side.

The three national masters, Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu, also had surging auras as they prepared to face the enemy.

But at this time, Jun Xiaoyao instead waved his hand and chuckled lightly: "No need for now, just watch the show."

"Want to watch a show" The three national masters froze in place.

And at this moment, a sound of qin music suddenly arose from the distant sky, transforming into a thousand-zhang killing blade, soaring through the air.

That terrifying sound of the qin, like a blade, even cleaved through space itself, drawing a dark rift in its wake wherever it passed.

"Protector!" Yang Pan's expression changed abruptly.

This time, he came as a clone and thus had no protector by his side.

But he didn't expect that behind Jun Xiaoyao, there was actually a protector hidden behind him.

And looking at the power of that attack, it's definitely not something an ordinary sage could wield.

"Damn it!"

In the eyes of the Azure Dragon King, there was an unprecedented horror.

The sound of the qin was like a sharp blade, chilling even this saint's heart and leaving him enveloped in icy fear.

"Heavenly Dragon Fist!"

The Azure Dragon Sovereign let out a low roar, his Saint Realm strength bursting forth completely. An illusory azure dragon accompanied his fist as it struck out, trembling the heavens!

However, the result was...

Pffft!

The blade flashed, and the head rolled!

Long live the Emperor of Qinglong!

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