The Broken Engagement, a Green Hat, a Battle with Xiao Chen

Seeing Xiao Chen fly into a mindless rage, Bai Yuer felt even more disappointed in him.

People truly had to be compared—without comparison, one would never know; once compared, the difference was startling.

She had once thought Xiao Chen was an exceptionally outstanding person.

But now, compared to Jun Xiaoyao, Xiao Chen instantly became a loach writhing in the mud.

The more she looked at him, the more of an eyesore he became.

"This kind of person is actually my fiancé..." Bai Yuer secretly shook her head.

She spoke, "All of this is my own choice, Xiao Chen. You should leave."

Bai Yuer's words were like a crushing blow, striking Xiao Chen hard in the heart.

His chest heaved with rage as he glared coldly at Jun Xiaoyao. "Your name is Jun Xiaoyao, right? It must have been you. What kind of bewitching potion did you feed Yuer?"

Xiao Chen was like a lion driven into a furious rage.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao wore an indifferent expression. A strange glint appeared in his eyes as he stared at Xiao Chen.

More precisely, he was staring at the Panlong Ring on Xiao Chen's finger.

Because Jun Xiaoyao cultivated the Chaos Divine Mill Visualization Method, the sharpness of his soul far surpassed that of ordinary people.

From that Panlong Ring, Jun Xiaoyao sensed an unusual aura and a fluctuation of soul power.

"No way, it is actually this sort of routine?" Surprise flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

An old grandpa in a ring, and a fiancé betrayed.

The familiar formula, the same old flavor.

Only the positions had been reversed.

"Interesting. Is this Xiao Chen planning to come knocking and slap me in the face?" Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Bai Yuer continued, "Enough, Xiao Chen. My mind is made up. I will serve Lord Divine Child for the rest of my life, as his servant and slave. The engagement between you and me ends here."

There was now only one person in Bai Yuer's heart: Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao was the master she would serve for her entire life.

As for Xiao Chen, that trace of childhood affection between them had long been worn away by disappointment and lies, time and time again.

Xiao Chen had promised her Undying Medicine, yet he had never fulfilled that promise.

"No... how can you do this, Yuer..." Xiao Chen's entire body trembled faintly.

His fiancée had been taken from him.

Xiao Chen felt as though he had been cuckolded. He even believed Bai Yuer had traded her body for Jun Xiaoyao's favor.

"Heh, so that's how it is? You slut, you used your body to exchange for Undying Medicine?"

Xiao Chen's heart sank to the bottom. He simply tore off all pretense, laughing in extreme anger, his face icy and mocking.

He could not bear the betrayal of his woman.

Bai Yuer was stunned as well.

She had never expected Xiao Chen, who had always been steady and resolute and rather caring toward her, to say such things.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was unsurprised.

A protagonist, after all—wasn't it always those who followed him prospered, while those who opposed him perished?

Could anyone who betrayed the protagonist truly meet a good end?

Still, Jun Xiaoyao asked himself: if he were in Xiao Chen's position, he too would kill Bai Yuer without hesitation.

A saintly mother? Such a thing did not exist. He would only be harsher and more ruthless than Xiao Chen.

But unfortunately, Bai Yuer was now his chess piece and slave. He could not possibly allow Xiao Chen to touch her.

Moreover, this was a chance to put on a performance and make Bai Yuer even more wholeheartedly devoted to him.

"You call yourself Bai Yuer's fiancé, yet you slander her innocence like this. Even I, an outsider, feel a bone-deep chill on Bai Yuer's behalf."

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, shielding Bai Yuer behind him as he shook his head with a sigh.

"Lord Divine Child..." Bai Yuer's heart was stirred. Mist clouded her beautiful crystal-red eyes.

She had not expected Jun Xiaoyao to stand up and speak for her.

At this moment, beyond respect and worship, Bai Yuer's feelings toward Jun Xiaoyao gained several indescribable emotions.

But in Xiao Chen's eyes, that look and those emotions were nakedly full of affection.

"Damn it, you slut!" Xiao Chen felt his five viscera burning with fury, his rage blazing fiercely.

Right before his eyes, Bai Yuer was casting flirtatious glances at Jun Xiaoyao.

This was no longer merely a green hat on his head—it was an entire Hulunbuir grassland.

"Jun Xiaoyao, do you dare fight me fairly?" Xiao Chen shouted.

The only solution now was to thoroughly crush Jun Xiaoyao before Bai Yuer's eyes and stomp him beneath his feet.

Only then could Xiao Chen vent the fury in his heart.

He wanted to see Bai Yuer overwhelmed with regret, kneeling before him, licking his boots and begging forgiveness.

"I'm only eight, while you're already fifteen or sixteen, aren't you? What a fair fight." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, his words dripping with mockery.

Xiao Chen's expression became slightly awkward, but he still forced himself to sound bold. "So what? You're the Jun Family's Divine Child, with countless resources at your disposal. That makes it fair enough. Or are you afraid to fight me?"

Xiao Chen assumed a provocative stance.

During this period, he had finally mastered the martial arts divine ability passed on to him by the Panlong Ring.

He was confident that among his peers, few could contend with him.

The Jun Family's Divine Child would be no exception.

"Fine. To the Martial Arena." With his hands behind his back, Jun Xiaoyao strode straight out.

At this point, there was nothing more to say.

This sort of protagonist who felt absurdly good about himself deserved to be awakened with a slap.

Bai Yuer and Jun Linglong followed close beside him.

Jun Linglong looked toward Xiao Chen with her beautiful eyes, which carried a trace of cold mockery and pity.

At the age of three, Jun Xiaoyao had defeated Jun Zhangjian of the Tenth Sequence.

Even Jun Linglong did not know exactly how powerful he had become by now.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao accompanied by two beauties, jealousy surged in Xiao Chen's eyes.

"If I had been born into an ancient aristocratic family, my achievements would definitely not be inferior to Jun Xiaoyao's. But he could never have imagined that I have the Panlong Ring's help as well." Xiao Chen thought.

Before long, Jun Xiaoyao and Xiao Chen arrived at the Martial Arena.

Their arrival also drew the attention of many Jun Family disciples.

"That's Lord Divine Child. What is he doing at the Martial Arena?"

"I heard some fool who doesn't know his place wants to challenge Lord Divine Child."

"That prince from the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom? He really is stupid beyond measure."

"Exactly. The fact that Lord Divine Child is willing to lower himself and fight him is already an honor for him."

All along the way, nearly everyone in the Jun Family sneered at Xiao Chen and looked down on him with contempt.

Xiao Chen saw it all and clenched his fists tightly.

Hadn't the protagonists in those legendary novels also suffered countless cold stares? Yet in the end, they would always rise against the odds.

"A bunch of dogs that look down on people. So what if you were born into ancient aristocratic families? I'll let you know what it means when man can conquer heaven!" A proud curve rose at the corner of Xiao Chen's lips.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xiao Chen stood atop an arena platform.

Jun Linglong, Bai Yuer, and many members of the Jun Family watched from below.

In the shadows, Jun Zhantian and several clan elders were observing as well.

They were not worried that Jun Xiaoyao would lose.

Instead, they wanted to use this battle to see exactly how powerful Jun Xiaoyao had become.

"All right, you may make your move."

On the arena platform, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"Hmph. If I make a move, you may not even get the chance to strike back." A cold, arrogant smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips.

He was a Divine Palace Realm genius.

And Jun Xiaoyao was only eight years old. How strong could he possibly be?

"Is that so? Then go ahead." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

With a simple motion, he thrust out his palm. Golden blood energy surged toward the heavens, and even the void trembled!