The sudden emergence of the Blood Soul Manor incident forced Jun Moxie to accelerate his schedule!

Though there was still a buffer period, prudence dictated that Jun Moxie launch his immature plan immediately!

Perhaps this scheme was also one of the reasons Jun Moxie dared to directly confront the Blood Soul Manor!

Certainly, initiating the plan now meant its success rate was negligible, but Jun Moxie resolved to try anyway. Success meant a permanent solution; failure meant the Jun family and the Blood Soul Manor would rather be shattered jade than intact tile!

In Jun Moxie's heart, facing death was nothing.

To hell with it! It was just one life; why cherish it so much!

Yet, Jun Moxie never anticipated that the scheme would actually succeed. Not only did the Supreme Divine Profound enter the fray, but two of the legendary Eight Supremes also arrived. After a fierce clash, things proceeded exactly as he had hoped. And the greatest success of all was that the legendary King of Profound Beasts finally received the news and rushed to the scene.

What depressed Jun Moxie, however, was that not just one King of Profound Beasts had arrived, but two, and these two were entirely unconstrained, both embodying untamable defiance!

This nearly bankrupted Jun Moxie’s original plan to subdue them!

Who was it that told this young master there was only one King of Profound Beasts? I really want to smack their behind, Jun Moxie instantly recalled that this piece of information came from his grandfather, Lord Jun Zhantian; after all, Grandfather Jun had not yet reached the Divine Profound level; his network was vast but mostly comprised of secular officials and battlefield generals, meaning he knew very little about this elevated echelon.

In reality, it was already quite an accomplishment that Grandfather Jun even knew of the existence of the King of Profound Beasts. These beings at the apex of the Profound Beasts held ranks roughly equivalent to the Eight Supremes, and they usually lived under assumed identities. If they interacted at all, it was with Divine Profound experts; any lesser Profound practitioners who crossed paths would easily be silenced, ensuring no news leaked out.

Another primary reason for the bankruptcy of Jun Moxie’s plan was the Profound Beast companion of the head Supreme, Yun Biechen—it, too, was a King of Profound Beasts. And within the peculiar circle of Profound Beasts, there seemed to be a kind of mutual restraint regarding this fact—a matter even more secret. For instance, Shi Changxiao of the Eight Supremes only held back from pursuing and reclaiming the Elixir of Choice after learning of He Chongxiao’s true identity.

In short, Young Master Jun realized his initial intentions were overly optimistic and his target set too high. Therefore, he was now adjusting his approach, aiming for a fallback. If you won't become my companion, then given my considerable capabilities, at least do one thing for me? Besides, there are benefits you won't refuse.

Unexpectedly, this request also hit a wall.

The strong must be subdued? Wasn't that purely redundant nonsense! If I possessed the strength to subdue the two of you, why would I fear Li Jietian? I'd just beat that Second Supreme black and blue, leave his face looking like a flower garden with stars twinkling behind his eyes, and then shove that old man right up his own backside!

Young Master Jun felt speechless, depressed, and conflicted.

How could he not see He Chongxiao’s intent? Fine, let’s fight and see. If you truly are mighty, then we brothers might do one thing for you in exchange for benefits. But if you’re just shiny tin—a silver-plated spear—then sorry, we brothers can’t rob you of your treasures? And as for doing things for you? Forget it!

A Profound Beast actually possessing such cunning schemes made Jun Moxie even more speechless and depressed; it seemed the initiative had suddenly shifted!

“Subdue? What exactly constitutes being subdued?” Jun Moxie asked impatiently. Damn it, my aura of supreme might is already blazing, and you two still won’t bow down? You’re still quibbling with me! I’m the protagonist here, I truly can’t tolerate this anymore! Even my uncle can’t tolerate this; I’ve reached my limit!

“That’s simple—we fight!” Xiong Kaitian, uncharacteristically, revealed an extremely cunning expression. Such a look on his undeniably honest face was almost unbelievable.

“Nonsense!” He Chongxiao quickly chided his fourth brother: “Always shouting about fighting is the act of a brute! We are transcendent beings!” He glanced at Jun Moxie, thinking his fourth brother was wildly overconfident. What if this fellow was like Yun Biechen? Wouldn't they end up following in the footsteps of their second brother?

But unlike their second brother, they wouldn't know how to flee—wouldn't they then be tortured to death by the boss? If they couldn't be killed, that would be truly disastrous!

“We are transcendent beings of this era; we cannot imitate the common folk. We shall compete in three—”

He Chongxiao held up three fingers toward Jun Moxie: “Best two out of three wins. If you win, we brothers agree to do one thing for you; however, the benefits cannot be overlooked!”

“Right, if you lose, the benefits can’t be overlooked either! We just won’t do anything for you!” Xiong Kaitian eagerly added.

“So, regardless of whether I win or lose, I have to give you benefits?” Jun Moxie stared, looking at him in disbelief: “Old Xiong, with talent like yours, why aren't you in business? You’re guaranteed to profit with no loss! No, you two might as well become bandits; the robbers would surely venerate you two as their founding ancestors!”

In truth, Jun Moxie had already agreed internally. If he won, everything would be perfect; if he lost, at least they would owe him a favor, even if the other party might not acknowledge it.

However, he still needed to strive for maximum profit first.

Xiong Kaitian’s extremely hairy face flushed slightly. Looking at Jun Moxie, he felt that aura grow even stronger. He couldn't help but stick out his thick tongue, lick his lips, and chuckle foolishly a couple of times. Rubbing his hands, he gave a direct thumbs-up: “That… that thing you have, where is it? I searched for a long time and couldn’t find it? You really have something! Your Divine Sense is top-notch!”

Jun Moxie froze. Neither of these two were simpletons. He realized they had been secretly probing him with their Divine Senses! Luckily, his own assets weren't worthless! Otherwise, being bested by a mere beast would be humiliating and frankly unacceptable!

He Chongxiao also felt his fourth brother’s words were rather shameless and laughed awkwardly. “If you have objections, we can change the terms, but if you expect us to submit and obey, that is absolutely impossible!”

“Who wants you to submit and obey? You achieved your current realm through arduous cultivation; I have no other special trait, except that I never force others! Fine, that’s settled. I don’t care about these small benefits anyway—” Jun Moxie waved his hand dismissively: “But since we are competing, one side cannot dictate the rules alone, right? For the sake of fairness, the first round will be set by me, the second round by you; if a third round is necessary, the winner of the second round sets the topic, how about that?”

“Good! Then name what the first round is about!” He Chongxiao and Xiong Kaitian conferred briefly and readily agreed. We both have our respective strengths; could we really lose to him?

“I will perform one action. If either of you manages to replicate it, I lose,” Jun Moxie thought for a moment, a sly smile curving his lips beneath his mask.

“Agreed!” The two were brimming with confidence. Their Profound Arts were already at their peak; their bodies could expand and contract at will—was mimicking another’s movement really that hard? He Chongxiao’s confidence surged: Forget an ordinary action, even if you asked me to tie a slipknot with my own neck, I could do it! What’s harder than that? Hahaha!

“Watch closely,” Jun Moxie commanded sternly, and the two quickly widened their eyes.

A bizarre scene unfolded: Jun Moxie’s black-clad, masked body stood perfectly still, and then his two feet slowly sank into the ground, followed by his legs, his waist, until finally, even his head disappeared into the earth. Most miraculously, the ground remained perfectly flat, with no crater whatsoever!

The entire person vanished before their eyes, and they watched the entire process.

A short while later, about three or four zhang away, there was a sudden whoosh. The two rushed to look where the sound came from. A black-clad, masked head suddenly "sprouted" from the ground, then slowly rose—chest, abdomen, waist, legs…

Jun Moxie theatrically displayed himself, yet his body remained completely spotless, without a speck of moisture or dirt!

How was this possible?

He Chongxiao’s and Xiong Kaitian’s eyeballs nearly bulged out, their four eyes like searchlights fixed on Jun Moxie as he walked over. They swallowed hard simultaneously.

Suddenly remembering something, they both rushed to the spot where Jun Moxie had vanished and punched the ground hard. Mud and water splashed as a large hole appeared in the center. They peered down and carefully examined the soil beneath, even grabbing a handful to check if it differed from the surrounding earth.

After fiddling around for a long time, they finally confirmed one thing: the opponent hadn't used any trickery!

But what kind of technique was this? It was too bizarre!

Was this even human?

The two unconsciously felt utterly bewildered, still unable to believe what they had witnessed before their very eyes!

“Now it’s your turn,” Jun Moxie said gently, very humbly: “Tricks like this are insignificant and hardly fit for esteemed company. If you two can replicate it once, I concede this round.”

This was clearly showing off. Yin-Yang Evasion was not only unique in this world but unheard of even on the Earth he had crossed over from. People of the Profound Profound Continent had never even heard of such a concept, let alone replicate it.

The two exchanged glances. After a long pause, Xiong Kaitian muttered reluctantly, “We can’t do it. We concede.”