Sparring with Jun Zhangjian-Is That All? Is That All?

Jun Zhangjian had once vaguely heard the elders of his branch mention that Jun Xiaoyao possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

At the time, Jun Zhangjian had been somewhat doubtful.

Not to mention that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body had nearly vanished in recent ancient times—even if one occasionally appeared, they would soon fade into obscurity among the masses.

Since recent ancient times, the environment of heaven and earth had been unsuitable for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's cultivation. The heavens had even sent down ten shackles to imprison the Sacred Body's cultivation.

If Jun Xiaoyao truly possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, then it was nothing more than a tasteless, useless physique.

Would the Eighteenth Ancestor truly value a useless physique?

Thus, Jun Zhangjian had always believed that Jun Xiaoyao might possess some constitution similar to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

But now, as he watched Jun Xiaoyao raise a hand and unleash surging golden mana, it truly did resemble the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was born with a golden spiritual sea, and even its blood was dazzling sacred gold.

"Could it be that Cousin Xiaoyao truly possesses the legendary Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?" Jun Zhangjian could not help asking.

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

It was not some great secret to begin with, and he had no intention of hiding it.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao confirm it himself, Jun Zhangjian's gaze trembled. Lan Qingya, kneeling on the ground, was likewise shaken to the core.

"So he truly has the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. In that case, why should Jun Zhangjian fear a tasteless, useless physique..." Lan Qingya lowered her head, venomous resentment hidden deep within her eyes.

She would never forget today's humiliation.

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

Having had a huge chunk of flesh cut from him, Jun Zhangjian no longer wished to remain here.

"Wait..." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly said.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, you..." Jun Zhangjian's mouth twitched faintly.

Could this cousin of his be so greedy that a snake tried to swallow an elephant?

"Ahem... Cousin Zhangjian, you misunderstand. I merely saw a worthy opponent and my heart itched. I want to spar with you." Jun Xiaoyao coughed lightly.

Jun Zhangjian's eyes flashed with surprise. He shook his head and smiled faintly. "Cousin Xiaoyao, you are still very young. There is no need for this. Once you grow up, we can spar then."

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

If he accidentally injured Jun Xiaoyao, he simply could not bear the wrath of the Eighteenth Ancestor.

Therefore, Jun Zhangjian directly refused.

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

"Sigh, since that is the case, very well. But I hope Cousin knows his limits." Jun Zhangjian wore a calm and composed expression.

In terms of status, he truly could not compare to Jun Xiaoyao.

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

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

By then, a group of Jun Family members had already gathered outside the Heavenly Emperor Palace to watch the excitement. They craned their necks, eager to learn the outcome.

When they saw Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhangjian emerge looking as though they were about to fight, their faces filled with astonishment.

"What is going on? Weren't they here to apologize? Why are they fighting now?"

"No, judging by the appearance of Godson Xiaoyao, they probably did not have a conflict. They are merely sparring." Some sharp-eyed people saw through it.

Their eyes all revealed interested expressions.

This spar between the two was quite a spectacle.

One was a Godson who had been surrounded by countless halos since childhood, while the other was the already-renowned Tenth Sequence.

Though constrained by age and cultivation, no one believed Jun Xiaoyao could defeat Jun Zhangjian. Still, they began placing bets.

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

"I guess three moves."

"No, he should at least be able to last ten moves, right?"

Hearing their words, the corners of Jun Zhangjian's lips curled up unconsciously.

Though handing over a Yuan Heaven Supreme Token had made his heart bleed, it seemed he could now show off a little.

"Cousin Xiaoyao, be careful!"

After saying that, Jun Zhangjian erupted with the aura of the Fifth Heaven of the Divine Palace.

He used no martial technique at all. He simply formed a sword with his fingers and pointed at Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also kept things simple, clenching his five fingers into a fist and throwing a punch.

A thousand Divine Elephant Particles awakened within his body, granting him ten million jin of terrifying divine strength.

As this punch flew out, even the void seemed to twist, and a massive air cannon burst forth with a thunderous roar!

Feeling that power, Jun Zhangjian's expression changed at once. He hurriedly tried to withdraw his hand, but he was still too late to evade.

Boom!

A deafening crash rang out, accompanied by the crack of shattering bones. Jun Zhangjian was blasted away like a cannonball, the bones in his fingers completely shattered.

This scene left every Jun Family member watching in stunned disbelief.

What had just happened?

Lan Qingya, who had followed them out, had her expression freeze as well.

Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes shone with repeated flashes of wonder. As expected, she had not followed the wrong person.

"Cough, cough..." Jun Zhangjian was covered in dust and grime, his finger bones shattered, while deep shock filled his eyes.

That terrifying divine strength still left lingering fear in his heart.

Jun Xiaoyao himself was also greatly surprised.

Wasn't Jun Zhangjian the Jun Family's Tenth Sequence? Wasn't he supposed to be very formidable?

Is that all? Is that all?

Jun Xiaoyao's expression darkened slightly. "Cousin Zhangjian, you cannot go easy on me just because I am young. That is an insult to me."

With that, Jun Xiaoyao directly took the initiative to attack.

Jun Zhangjian's expression changed, and bitterness welled up in his heart.

He swore to heaven that he had absolutely not gone easy on him.

Yet not only Jun Xiaoyao—even the Jun Family spectators were chattering away, all believing that Jun Zhangjian had held back.

"Nine Swords of the Rising Sun!"

Facing Jun Xiaoyao charging at him again, Jun Zhangjian had no choice but to go all out.

Nine streaks of sword light slashed out in succession, tearing through the air with overwhelming ripples that sent chills down people's spines.

"Underworld God's Guard!"

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the defensive supreme art within the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force.

In an instant, it was as though a phantom of an Underworld God manifested, shrouding his entire body.

The nine streaks of sword light crashed against the Underworld God phantom and immediately shattered into countless points of light.

Jun Xiaoyao charged out once more. A pair of black wings manifested behind him—the Demon Wings.

His speed instantly surged, and he flashed directly before Jun Zhangjian.

"Underworld God's Spear!"

Jun Xiaoyao raised a hand and grasped. Endless divine power surged forth, transforming into a purple-black spear wreathed in black underworld flames, as though it could pierce through all things in the world.

"Purple Emperor Sword Art!"

In his haste, Jun Zhangjian unleashed his trump-card sword art. A purple sword shadow slashed across the sky.

Boom!

A tremendous collision erupted. Yet in the end, the Underworld God's Spear, empowered by ten million jin of immense strength, directly shattered the purple sword shadow and continued toward Jun Zhangjian without slowing.

Jun Zhangjian hurriedly summoned the longsword on his back and raised it crosswise to block.

Bang!

With a thunderous impact, the longsword in Jun Zhangjian's hand was sent flying. His entire body was thrown away, crashing into a nearby wall with a resounding boom.

The Jun Family members who had come to watch were nearly popping their eyes out, their gazes filled with shock.

Had that not been only three exchanges?

The Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, had actually been beaten flat?

Even if he had been going easy on him, he could not possibly have gone this easy.

Only then did Jun Xiaoyao finally realize what was happening.

Jun Zhangjian had not been holding back. He was simply too strong.

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

He walked over to the dust-covered Jun Zhangjian and said apologetically, "Sorry, Cousin Zhangjian. I misunderstood you and thought you were holding back. I never expected you had truly given it your all..."

Hearing those words, Jun Zhangjian nearly spat out the blood he had just swallowed.

I have a damn curse in my heart, but I don't know whether I should say it!