Jun Xiaoyao didn't shy away from it but said it directly.
As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators present were stunned, then sighed endlessly in their hearts.
Truly worthy of being the Jun family's Divine Son, to actually dare to call the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son a loach.
Long Haotian's ears weren't deaf; he clearly heard Jun Xiaoyao's words as well.
His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within.
His purpose in coming this time was to disgust the Jun family, to trample the Jun family Divine Son underfoot at his tenth birthday banquet, and to enhance the prestige of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
After all, previously, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's reputation hadn't been too good.
The incident where Jun Wuhui, in the Saint realm, tore apart a Quasi-Supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had made the Ancestral Dragon Nest a laughingstock in the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm.
Although no power dared to discuss it in front of the Ancestral Dragon Nest's people, they all mocked the Ancestral Dragon Nest behind their backs.
Therefore, Long Haotian also wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine, to trample Jun Wuhui's descendant underfoot.
And Long Haotian also had this confidence.
He had fused with a Dragon Yuan. Although it wasn't completely refined, it was enough for him to stand at the pinnacle of the younger generation.
Apart from a few supreme prodigies, he feared no one.
With Jun Zhantian's tacit approval, the Jun family's gate guards did not prevent Long Haotian and the others from entering.
Besides Long Haotian, some young prodigies from Primordial Royal Clans also followed.
Although the foundation of the Primordial Royal Clans was slightly weaker than that of the Primordial Imperial Clans, they were still top-tier powers.
Unlike Long Haotian, these Primordial Royal Clan creatures felt somewhat apprehensive in their hearts.
After all, the Jun family, as an ancient aristocratic family, was renowned and considered one of the most famous and prosperous ancient aristocratic families.
Their actions this time were tantamount to provocation; it would be strange if they didn't feel apprehensive.
However, with Long Haotian standing in front of them, these Primordial Royal Clan creatures still calmed their minds.
If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. What were they afraid of?
Over here, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was faint as he swept it over Long Haotian and the others.
Suddenly, he noticed a slightly familiar figure.
A woman in a blue dress, with a charming face, followed behind Long Haotian, her eyes faintly carrying a venomous intent as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.
"It's her?"
Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.
He saw a figure he thought he would never see again.
"It's you, Lan Qingya! What's going on?"
On the other side, after Jun Zhangjian's gaze swept over, a look of astonishment also appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but shout.
Hadn't he expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun family? Why was she now beside Long Haotian?
Hearing Jun Zhangjian's rebuke, a playful look suddenly appeared at the corners of Long Haotian's lips.
In front of Jun Zhangjian, he reached out and lifted Lan Qingya's snow-white chin, his eyes filled with provocation as he said, "What are you talking about? She is my female slave now, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Qingya is Lord Dragon Son's female slave," Lan Qingya said obediently.
"You bitch!" Jun Zhangjian's black hair flowed, his face cold and stern, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Because he cherished their past affection, he had only driven Lan Qingya away and hadn't made things difficult for her.
But now, Lan Qingya had actually brought people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
One must know, her previous identity was Jun Zhangjian's follower.
If such a thing happened, how would the Jun family's high-ranking clan elders view him?
Adding to that, Long Haotian was using Lan Qingya to slap the Jun family Sequences in the face.
Where would he, Jun Zhangjian, put his face?
Thinking of this, Jun Zhangjian's heart sank.
His peripheral vision had already faintly seen that the expressions of several Jun family clan elders had turned somewhat grim.
In this kind of contest between the younger generation, it wasn't good for them, the older generation, to interfere, as it would damage their reputation.
"Damn it, if this matter isn't handled well, I might not even be able to keep my Sequence status," Jun Zhangjian clenched his fists tightly.
Just as Jun Zhangjian's expression was fluctuating, Jun Xiaoyao took a step forward, his tone faint as he said.
"I didn't expect that the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son would actually have such a hobby."
"Hobby?" Long Haotian frowned, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.
This unbelievably handsome youth was the target he was going to trample underfoot today.
"I didn't expect you to have a hobby of picking up worn-out shoes (破鞋 - a derogatory term for a woman who is not a virgin or has had multiple partners)."
"Someone my Jun family Sequence didn't want, yet you are willing to accept and accommodate. You truly are an old cuckold (老接盘侠了 - literally 'old person who takes over the plate,' meaning someone who accepts what others have rejected, often in a derogatory romantic context)."
Jun Xiaoyao's tone was light and casual.
But hearing these words, Long Haotian's eyes widened, and his face immediately turned green, becoming extremely unsightly.
Wasn't this saying that he, Long Haotian, was picking up someone else's trash?
Lan Qingya's face also turned as pale as paper, her fingers trembling with shame and anger.
No woman was willing to be called a "worn-out shoe."
Jun Xiaoyao's simple two sentences immediately turned the situation around.
Originally, Long Haotian was going to humiliate the Jun family Sequences, but now, he was instead being ridiculed.
The people from the surrounding powers, although they didn't dare to laugh at Long Haotian openly, their eyes still showed ridicule and disdain.
"Divine Son..." Jun Zhangjian's heart shook.
Jun Xiaoyao was helping him out of this predicament.
Thinking of this, Jun Zhangjian looked at Jun Xiaoyao with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence had resolved his embarrassment and crisis.
"We're all family. Let's not say anything unnecessary," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.
Jun Zhangjian nodded heavily, but a decision had formed in his heart.
Jun Xiaoyao was worthy of his loyalty and following!
"The Divine Son is truly unfathomable. With just a few words, he resolved Jun Zhangjian's predicament..." Jun Xuehuang whispered in her heart.
Jun Xiaoyao's ability to adapt to the situation with such intelligence was simply not something a ten-year-old should possess.
"Wow, I've seen another side of Brother Xiaoyao..." Jiang Luoli marveled.
Jun Xiaoyao was not only as handsome as an immortal and possessed exceptional strength, but his emotional intelligence and wisdom were also outstanding.
With just a few words, he had left the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son speechless with shame and anger, completely losing face.
"Hmph, can Jun Wuhui's descendant only show off his sharp tongue? That's somewhat disappointing," Long Haotian's face was as gloomy as water.
"That's right. Isn't it just a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body? Does he really think he's invincible under heaven? In front of Lord Dragon Son, he's nothing much," Lan Qingya also said sharply.
With Long Haotian backing her, she dared to speak up.
"Just an insect, yet you dare to be noisy?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent.
In his eyes, Lan Qingya was actually already a dead person; it was just a matter of dying sooner or later.
Since Lan Qingya was in such a hurry to reincarnate, Jun Xiaoyao could only oblige her.
Rumble!
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand. Endless golden divine energy surged, transforming into a giant palm that directly suppressed and aimed to kill Lan Qingya.
This sudden move was beyond everyone's expectations.
"You dare to strike in front of me? How猖狂 (arrogant/unbridled)!" Long Haotian's eyes instantly narrowed, like golden dragon pupils.
He wanted to intervene and protect Lan Qingya.
"When this Divine Son wants to kill someone, no one can stop me!" Jun Xiaoyao's voice was as cold as a deity's.
He raised his other hand, and tens of thousands of divine weapons surged out – it was precisely the Warring Armaments Art!
The torrent of divine weapons poured towards Long Haotian, causing his expression to change abruptly.
Jun Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his expectations.
Rumble!
In the eyes of the many surrounding powers, Long Haotian's figure retreated explosively, his arms trembling violently, a hint of horror appearing in his eyes.
And at this moment, the giant golden magical palm was already pressing down on Lan Qingya's head.
"No... Lord Dragon Son, save me!"
Lan Qingya's face was as pale as paper, her beautiful eyes showing extreme terror, letting out a shrill scream.
But as the giant golden palm came crashing down, the screaming abruptly stopped!
(End of this chapter)