Jun Xiaoyao did not shy away but spoke directly.
As soon as these words were spoken, all the cultivators present were stunned into silence, then felt it deeply in their hearts.
As expected of the Jun Family’s Divine Son, daring to say the Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest is a mudfish.
Long Haotian was not deaf; he obviously heard Jun Xiaoyao’s words.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of cold light flashed through them.
His purpose in coming here was to disgust the Jun Family, to step on the Jun Family’s Divine Son during his tenth birthday banquet, and thus promote the reputation of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
After all, previously, the reputation of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had not been good.
The event where Jun Wuhui, with the power of the Saint Realm, tore apart the Quasi-Supreme Venerable of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had further made the Ancestral Dragon Nest a laughing stock in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm.
Although no force dared to discuss it openly in front of people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, behind the scenes, they were mocking it.
Thus, Long Haotian also wanted to retaliate by stepping on the descendants of Jun Wuhui.
And Long Haotian had the confidence to do so.
He had fused a Dragon Essence; though not completely refined, it was enough to stand at the peak of the younger generation.
Except for a few Celestial Pride Supreme Venerables, he feared no one.
Under Jun Zhantian’s tacit permission, the Jun Family’s guards did not stop Long Haotian and others from entering.
Besides Long Haotian, some other young Celestial Pride from the Ancient Royal Family also followed him.
Although the Ancient Royal Family’s foundation was slightly weaker than the Ancient Imperial Race, it was still a top-tier force.
Unlike Long Haotian, these beings from the Ancient Royal Family felt somewhat apprehensive. For origınal chapters go to NoveI★Fire.net
After all, the Jun Family, being an Ancient Desolate Family, had a renowned reputation, considered one of the most famous and prosperous Ancient Desolate Families.
Their actions were tantamount to provocation, and it was no wonder they felt apprehensive.
But with Long Haotian in front, these beings from the Ancient Royal Family calmed their minds.
If the sky falls, there’s someone tall to bear it; what should they fear?
On this side, Jun Xiaoyao looked indifferently at Long Haotian and the others.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure that seemed slightly familiar.
A woman in a blue dress with alluring features, following behind Long Haotian, her gaze carrying a hint of resentment, looked at Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.
Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly.
He saw a figure he thought he would never see again.
"It’s you, Lan Qingya, what’s going on here?"
On the other side, Jun Zhangjian’s gaze swept over, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he couldn’t help but shout.
Hadn’t he expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun Family? So why was she now appearing beside Long Haotian?
Hearing Jun Zhangjian’s rebuke, a playful expression abruptly appeared at the corner of Long Haotian’s mouth.
He raised Lan Qingya’s snow-white chin in front of Jun Zhangjian, his eyes carrying a provocative intent: "What are you saying? She is now my female slave, isn’t that so?"
"Yes, Qingya is the Dragon Child’s female slave." Lan Qingya obediently replied.
"You wretch!" Jun Zhangjian’s black hair fluttered, his expression was cold and stern, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
He had remembered their past relations, so he merely drove Lan Qingya away without making things difficult for her.
Yet now Lan Qingya has brought people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest here.
Before, her identity was considered to be a follower of Jun Zhangjian.
With such a situation, how would the high-ranking clan elders of the Jun Family view him?
Coupled with Long Haotian using Lan Qingya as leverage to shame the Jun Family’s sequence.
Where would Jun Zhangjian’s pride be then?
Thinking of this, Jun Zhangjian’s heart sank.
His peripheral vision now vaguely saw the faces of several Jun Clan Elders turning somber.
This kind of confrontation among the younger generation was something the older generation should not intervene in, or they would lose their dignity.
"Damn it, if this matter is not handled well, my sequence status may not be preserved." Jun Zhangjian clenched his fists tightly.
While Jun Zhangjian’s expression was uncertain, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, speaking indifferently.
"I didn’t expect the Dragon Child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest to have such a hobby."
"Hobby?" Long Haotian frowned, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.
This exceptionally handsome young man was the target he aimed to step on today.
"I didn’t expect you to have a hobby for picking up castoffs."
"The ones discarded by the Jun Family sequence, you are quite accommodating to accept, truly an old backstop."
Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was lighthearted.
But upon hearing this, Long Haotian’s eyes widened, his face immediately turned green, becoming extremely unsightly.
Wasn’t this implying that Long Haotian was picking up someone else’s unwanted trash?
Lan Qingya’s face also turned pale as paper, ashamed and angry to the point her fingers trembled.
No woman wishes to be called a castoff.
With just a few simple words, Jun Xiaoyao instantly turned the situation around.
Originally, Long Haotian intended to humiliate the Jun Family sequence, but now, in turn, he was mocked.
The people from various forces around, though not daring to openly laugh at Long Haotian, also revealed taunting and disdain in their eyes.
"Divine Son..." Jun Zhangjian’s heart trembled.
Jun Xiaoyao was helping him out of the predicament.
Thinking of this, Jun Zhangjian looked at Jun Xiaoyao with a hint of gratitude.
With just one sentence, Jun Xiaoyao resolved his embarrassment and crisis.
"We are all family, no need for unnecessary words." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
Jun Zhangjian nodded heavily, his heart making a resolution.
Jun Xiaoyao was worth his loyalty and following!
"The Divine Son is truly unfathomable, resolving Jun Zhangjian’s predicament in just a few words..." Jun Xuehuang murmured in her heart.
Jun Xiaoyao’s adaptability in such situations was hardly what a ten-year-old should exhibit.
"Wow, seeing another side of Brother Xiaoyao again..." Jiang Luoli exclaimed.
Jun Xiaoyao not only looked as ethereal as an immortal and possessed formidable strength, but his emotional intelligence and wisdom were also outstanding.
With a few words, he left the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s Dragon Child both angry and speechless, losing all face.
"Hmph, is the descendant of Jun Wuhui only capable of verbal sparring? That’s rather disappointing." Long Haotian’s expression was gloomy as water.
"Exactly, isn’t it just a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body? Do they really think they are invincible? In front of the Dragon Child, they’re nothing special." Lan Qingya also spoke sourly.
With Long Haotian backing her, she dared to speak.
"Just a mere worm, how dare it make noise?" Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes remained indifferent.
In his eyes, Lan Qingya was essentially a dead person, merely a difference in timing.
Since Lan Qingya is so eager to seek another life, Jun Xiaoyao can only fulfill her wish.
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, endless golden divine energy surged wildly, transforming into a giant palm, directly slamming towards Lan Qingya.
This sudden move took everyone by surprise.
"Daring to make a move in front of me, how arrogant!" Long Haotian’s eyes suddenly narrowed like golden dragon pupils.
He wanted to strike and protect Lan Qingya.
"I, the Divine Son, will kill, and no one can stop me!" Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was cold as a deity.
His other hand lifted, and a torrent of Divine Weapons burst forth, executing the Soldier Attack Technique!
The flood of Divine Weapons poured towards Long Haotian, causing his expression to change drastically.
Jun Xiaoyao’s strength was beyond his expectations.
In the eyes of the surrounding forces, Long Haotian’s figure violently retreated, his arms trembling greatly, eyes showing a trace of astonishment.
At this moment, the golden magical power giant palm was already pressing down on Lan Qingya’s head.
"No... Dragon Child, save me!"
Lan Qingya’s face turned as pale as paper, her beautiful eyes revealing extreme terror, issuing a piercing scream.
But as the golden giant palm slammed down, the scream was abruptly cut off!