Chapter 13 You Dare Lay a Finger on My Son?

Jun Yanming is dead?

Although this was a duel to the death, and there was nothing to be said if Jun Wushuang killed Jun Yanming, no one could have anticipated such an outcome.

The earlier phenomenon in heaven and earth had shaken the entire city. Everyone believed the Jun family was about to produce a true dragon and truly rise to prominence. Jun Yanming was that dragon upon whom all hopes were pinned.

In the eyes of the crowd, this duel was nothing more than a stage to build momentum for Jun Yanming. There was no suspense in the battle—people had come merely for entertainment.

Even Ye Tiande and Xu Huanhu had come for Jun Yanming’s sake.

But no one expected that Jun Yanming, the bearer of so many hopes, would not only be defeated and crippled, but also killed in public.

This... this was simply unbelievable!

Could someone who was killed truly be the Jun family’s dragon?

For a moment, everyone began to doubt the very title of “Jun family’s true dragon.”

“Jun Wushuang, you killed my grandson—I will see you dead!”

A voice of utter grief and rage rang out. The Grand Elder’s face twisted with fury, like a maddened lion, as he charged onto the martial stage, lunging straight at Jun Wushuang.

Jun Yanming had been all his hope.

Now, that hope had been utterly shattered.

How could he not hate? How could he not burn with wrath?

What duel to the death? What rules? None of it mattered anymore.

He had to kill Jun Wushuang, to make him die with Yanming!

The Grand Elder’s eyes were bloodshot, consumed by madness.

Boom!

The aura of a sixth-level Manifestation Realm exploded forth, crashing like a tidal wave and shaking the heavens and earth. The violent pressure swept toward Jun Wushuang like mountains collapsing and seas overturning. The onlookers around turned pale, staggering backward, unable to withstand even the shockwaves.

“This is bad, that old man has lost his mind!”

Master Wu shot to his feet, ready to intervene.

But by this time, the Grand Elder had already reached Jun Wushuang. He reached out, seized a spiritual sword, and poured his spiritual energy into it, unleashing his full strength without hesitation.

“Low-grade Profound Martial Technique: White Crane Spreads Its Wings!”

The sword flashed, cold and merciless.

The blade’s brilliance was as dazzling as a white crane spreading its wings—graceful, yet deadly.

The Grand Elder’s strength was a whole major realm above Jun Wushuang’s. Even if Jun Wushuang possessed the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art and the Mighty Bull Fist, he could not withstand this blow. Should he be struck, he would be crippled at best, dead at worst.

In that instant,

Time seemed to stand still.

Every gaze was fixed upon that sword—

If the Grand Elder disregarded everything and truly killed Jun Wushuang, this battle would ignite a new storm.

Boom!

At that critical moment, a crimson fist radiance roared through the air like a falling meteor, unstoppable in its might.

With a crash, the sword light shattered, the spiritual sword was knocked from its master’s grip, and the Grand Elder was sent flying, crashing to the ground and sliding over ten meters, leaving a trail of blood across the earth.

Just then, a voice as imposing as a god’s pronouncement echoed over the arena:

“You old fool—do you really think you can touch my son?”

Jun Zhantian?

All eyes froze at the tall figure protecting Jun Wushuang.

Among the onlookers, apart from Ji Yuntian and his companions, all were members of the Jun clan. Most were confidants of the Grand Elder. They had already heard that Jun Zhantian was deeply poisoned and could die at any moment. These past days, Jun Zhantian’s frailty had been apparent to all.

Today’s battle should have seen Jun Yanming kill Jun Wushuang, driving Jun Zhantian into a fury and causing his poison to flare up and take his life.

But now, not only was Jun Wushuang alive, even Jun Zhantian showed no sign of poisoning.

What was going on?

The crowd was baffled. Ji Yuntian’s pupils contracted, veins bulging as he clutched his armrest.

The Serpent-Scorpion Heart-Devouring Pill was a top-grade poison; not even Master Wu could cure it. Jun Zhantian had been poisoned for days—he should’ve reached his end.

Ji Yuntian had planned to use this opportunity to wipe out the Jun family.

But to his shock, Jun Zhantian was not poisoned.

No.

He had been poisoned.

But someone had cured him.

Who?

Master Wu?

Ji Yuntian glanced at Master Wu. In all of Jiangning City, only Master Wu might have had a chance. He could never have guessed that the one who concocted the antidote was not Master Wu, but Jun Wushuang.

But now, with his plan failed, Ji Yuntian’s mind was in turmoil, his eyes fixed on Jun Wushuang and his father in the arena.

He had a foreboding sense of disaster.

This failed scheme would bring unforeseen consequences.

No.

He could not let them rise from the ashes.

Jun Wushuang, Jun Zhantian, the entire Jun family—

They all had to die!

Ji Yuntian’s heart surged with murderous intent.

The Grand Elder, meanwhile, was utterly stunned.

“You’re not poisoned!”

Clutching his chest, he stared at Jun Zhantian in disbelief.

Now, Jun Zhantian’s complexion was rosy, his aura powerful, like a towering mountain—there was no trace of weakness.

He was not poisoned!

We have been deceived!

In a flash, the Grand Elder understood.

It was all a lie!

Jun Wushuang had not been crippled, Jun Zhantian had not been poisoned.

Everything had been orchestrated to lure him into making a move.

The duel to the death had been between Jun Wushuang and Jun Yanming.

But the Grand Elder had interfered, breaking the rules.

He had handed Jun Zhantian the evidence he needed!

It was over.

Utterly over.

The Grand Elder knew there was no escape—Jun Zhantian would never spare him now.

He looked at Ji Yuntian, hoping for help.

But Ji Yuntian, enraged at his failure, would not assist him now.

There was nothing left but a desperate gamble.

With a bitter laugh, the Grand Elder steeled himself.

“Jun Zhantian is a foolish tyrant, unfit to lead! All Jun clan, heed my command—kill them!”

With one order, he tried to rally his followers to overthrow Jun Zhantian.

“Who here wishes to die?”

Jun Zhantian swept his gaze over the crowd, his dominance undeniable.

Those who had been on the verge of action instantly fell silent.

Before, when Jun Zhantian was poisoned, they had harbored ambitions. But now, not only was he unharmed, Jun Wushuang had risen in power as well.

At this moment, the Grand Elder was a sinking ship—no one wished to go down with him.

Seeing this, the Grand Elder’s heart turned to ice.

He had never imagined that years of plotting would end in nothing.

“The hatred of a grandson’s death is irreconcilable! Jun Zhantian, Jun Wushuang—I will kill you both!”

With a final bitter laugh, the Grand Elder unleashed all his spiritual energy and charged at Jun Zhantian and Jun Wushuang.

“Overestimating yourself!”

Jun Zhantian’s eyes flashed. An even more violent surge of spiritual energy erupted from him, forming a colossal iron fist a hundred meters wide.

Bang!

The Grand Elder was no match for Jun Zhantian. The giant fist struck him down, shattering his body and spraying blood and flesh across the ground.

With a single punch, the Grand Elder was dead.

Witnessing this, all present were shaken to their core.

Jun Zhantian withdrew his fist and swept his gaze over the crowd, his presence unrivaled.

Then, in a loud voice, he announced the final outcome.

“In this battle, Jun Wushuang is victorious!”

“From this day forth, Jun Wushuang remains the heir of the Jun family.”