Within the entire grand hall, the atmosphere was deathly silent.
Ye Xingyun, the dignified prodigy of the Ancient Ye Clan, had at this moment been overcome with anger, vomited blood, and fainted.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that the ten-year-old Jun Xiaoyao had defeated Ye Xingyun so easily.
And most importantly, compared to Ye Xingyun's wretched state, Jun Xiaoyao's white robes were spotless, without even a single wrinkle.
This was no longer a so-called spar, but a complete and utter碾压 (crushing)!
"The Jun family Divine Son is terrifying to this extent!" Many people felt a chill in their hearts.
An immortal-like, Dao-boned, white-bearded old man also sighed, "The great era has arrived. The Jun family Divine Son will be one of the most dazzling new stars of this era, destined to leave his name in the annals of history..."
"The one who spoke is the old Daoist from the Dao Extremity Heavenly Sect. He once preached the Dao at North Mountain. He actually has such a high evaluation of the Jun family Divine Son..."
Hearing the evaluation of the white-bearded old man, that is, the old Daoist from the Dao Extremity Heavenly Sect, everyone felt even more shocked.
And that beautiful princess from the Great Shang Dynasty also had a dazed look in her beautiful eyes, muttering to herself.
"To see the Divine Son once is to be mistaken for a lifetime. Other men will find it hard to enter my eyes again..."
The Great Shang Princess's words also made many men hear the sound of their own hearts breaking.
The Great Shang Princess's words meant that after seeing the Jun family Divine Son, no other male could ever enter her eyes again.
Just what kind of transcendent and outstanding existence could make the princess of a kingdom utter such words?
Everyone's gaze was now tightly focused on Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao himself, however, was very calm and indifferent.
Defeating a Ye Xingyun really meant nothing to him.
"Thank you, Lord Divine Son, for showing mercy. Our young master was just too impulsive. He felt the itch to fight upon seeing a worthy opponent and had no other intentions."
Ye Xingyun's old servant, Uncle Fu, hurriedly explained, fearing Jun Xiaoyao might misunderstand.
Although they were backed by the Ancient Ye Family, they definitely didn't want to offend the Jun family.
"Heh, I naturally know. It was just a simple spar and exchange," Jun Xiaoyao said with a very appropriate faint smile.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, and then looking at Ye Xingyun who was covered in wounds, vomiting blood, and had fainted.
This could also be called a spar and exchange?
He almost beat the guy to death!
Even Uncle Fu's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile onto his old face, "Lord Divine Son is magnanimous. Then this old servant will take the young master away first."
"Mm." Jun Xiaoyao nodded casually.
Ye Xingyun was, after all, a member of the Ancient Ye Family. Although Jun Xiaoyao wasn't afraid, he didn't plan to do anything to him either. He was just a fool who acted impulsively for a woman.
Subsequently, Uncle Fu took the fainted Ye Xingyun and dejectedly left the Jun family.
"Hehe, sorry to have dampened everyone's spirits. Jun Mou (I) offers a toast in apology."
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept around, then he raised his wine cup and drank it all in one go.
"Not at all, not at all, Divine Son is too polite."
"Exactly, exactly, such an exciting battle truly opened our eyes."
Everyone from all the powers present, whether from the younger generation or the older generation, all stood up to toast in return. Not a single person dared to remain seated.
Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also stood up to toast.
Only one figure remained seated, not standing up, and with no intention of returning the toast.
It was precisely Jun Wanjie!
At this moment, Jun Wanjie's expression was cold. Deep within his dark eyes, it seemed as if thunder tribulations were interweaving.
A hint of solemnity appeared in the depths of his eyes.
He had seen the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Xingyun just now.
To be honest, Jun Xiaoyao's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
To possess the combat power of a top prodigy at such an age, what would happen in a few more years?
Jun Xiaoyao also noticed Jun Wanjie.
"Is that the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie?"
"Born into a collateral branch, suffered countless scornful looks, later accidentally obtained a supreme technique, the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Art, awakened the Thunder Tribulation Battle Physique, rose strongly, and became the Fifth Sequence."
"This script, why does it seem so familiar?"
Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.
Isn't this the trope of picking up a peerless cultivation technique and a loser making a comeback?
It was even older than Xiao Chen's "old grandpa in the ring" template.
However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay too much attention. As long as Jun Wanjie didn't provoke him, he wouldn't proactively target him.
"Brother Xiaoyao, the way you struck just now was truly too handsome."
Jiang Luoli's lovely eyes stared fervently at Jun Xiaoyao, liking him more and more the longer she looked.
"It was alright." Jun Xiaoyao said while drinking tea.
He wasn't interested in this kind of little lass.
Not to mention, he was a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, and the ability of his Kidney Divine Treasury was exceptionally strong...
Jiang Rou, at the side, smiled and said, "Has the little girl's heart been moved? Do you want to settle it now?"
Hearing this, Jiang Luoli's pretty face flushed slightly. She fidgeted with her jade-like fingers and said somewhat shyly, "Mother..."
"Pfft... Cough, cough..."
Jun Xiaoyao almost spat out a mouthful of tea.
However, for the sake of his image, he still swallowed it and coughed twice.
"Xiaoyao, what's wrong with you? Mother thinks Luoli is very good," Jiang Rou said.
"Heavenly King covers earthly tiger, Luoli is one meter five, ah..." Jun Xiaoyao sighed faintly. (This is a rhyming couplet often used in playful banter or as a code, the second part here being a playful jab at her height).
"What? Brother Xiaoyao, you actually said I'm short!"
Jiang Luoli's pretty eyes widened. She craned her snow-white neck, looking up at Jun Xiaoyao.
She was only twelve years old, two years older than Jun Xiaoyao, but her height only reached Jun Xiaoyao's chest.
It was practically the most adorable height difference.
"Isn't it true?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Luoli ground her small, crystalline canine teeth, her fragrant cheeks puffed up. Her large, dark eyes darted around, revealing a hint of cunning.
Then she directly opened her small cherry-like mouth and bit Jun Xiaoyao's arm.
She wanted to leave a mark on Jun Xiaoyao's body.
A mark that belonged exclusively to her, Jiang Luoli.
This way, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't ignore or forget her.
Then, after taking a bite...
"Ah, it hurts!"
Jiang Luoli cried out in pain. One of her small canine teeth had chipped. She covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.
"You knew I was a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body and you still bit me? Are you part dog?" Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.
He was a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, his physical body comparable to a divine weapon. At his current stage, he could withstand, and even shatter, Marquis-ranked armaments with his bare hands.
Jiang Luoli wanted to leave teeth marks on him? How was that possible?
Jun Xiaoyao casually grabbed Jiang Luoli by the waist and then delivered a spank.
To deal with this kind of mischievous little lass, one had to beat her into submission.
Smack!
A crisp sound.
Jiang Luoli was stunned, her watery, pretty eyes widening in disbelief.
Jiang Shengyi's expression also froze.
Jiang Rou, however, had an expression of pride, as if saying, "That's my son."
Everyone from the various powers in the hall awkwardly averted their gazes.
Fortunately, Ye Xingyun had already fainted and been taken away. Otherwise, seeing his goddess being "handled" by Jun Xiaoyao like that, wouldn't he have been angered to the point of a Buddha emerging and two Buddhas ascending to heaven (an idiom describing extreme anger)?
(End of this chapter)