Boom!
A violent collision roared.
Dust rose everywhere, and heaven and earth trembled!
All the guests were now as silent as cicadas in winter, staring blankly at the white-robed figure struck by the Dragon Severing Hand.
If Long Haotian's sudden attack was unexpected.
Then Jun Xiaoyao's extremely fast reaction speed was even more surprising.
However, what Long Haotian had unleashed was the Ancestral Dragon Nest's top divine ability, the Dragon Severing Hand.
Once this major divine ability was used, even with the protection of a Marquis-ranked armament, one would suffer heavy damage, let alone withstand the blow head-on.
Long Haotian had once used this major divine ability to kill top-tier orthodoxies' prodigies in double digits.
"Divine Son!" Jun Xuehuang's face turned pale at an extremely rapid pace, devoid of blood.
If Jun Xiaoyao were to be severely injured or if something happened to him because of her, Jun Xuehuang would be unable to escape the blame even with ten thousand deaths.
Because her importance to the Jun family was far less than Jun Xiaoyao's.
"Brother Xiaoyao!" Jiang Luoli's pretty face also changed color.
And Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and the others, their expressions all changed in unison.
The current Jun Xiaoyao was arguably the most important core figure of the Jun family's younger generation.
If something happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"This... could it be that the Jun family Divine Son's tenth birthday banquet will turn into a bloody feast?"
"Is the legend of the Jun family Divine Son going to end before it even begins?"
All around, the expressions of all the guests who had come to the banquet froze.
If this were truly the case, then the Jun family's reputation would plummet.
The Ancestral Dragon Nest, on the other hand, would gain great fame.
At this moment, heaven and earth were deathly silent. Countless pairs of eyes converged on that peerless figure in white robes.
"Huh... that state, it's not right..." the old Daoist from the Dao Extremity Heavenly Sect said with a light "huh."
Logically speaking, being hit by Long Haotian's Dragon Severing Hand, if not having one's body shattered, one should at least vomit blood and be sent flying.
But Jun Xiaoyao remained motionless, not a single expression on his face.
Only a pair of pupils, as deep as ancient wells, carried an extreme indifference.
Now, everyone noticed that something was amiss.
Jun Xiaoyao's reaction was too ordinary; his body hadn't even moved an inch.
"Is the Divine Son forcing himself to endure?" Some people sized him up, muttering in their hearts.
However, only Long Haotian himself could most keenly feel Jun Xiaoyao's state.
"You... your physical body..." Long Haotian's dragon eyes were filled with shock.
His hand struck Jun Xiaoyao's chest, and it felt like hitting a piece of ancient immortal gold.
Not only could he not shake Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest, but his own palm was震得发痛 (aching from the impact).
One must know, he was a dragon!
The physical body of the dragon race was unparalleled in the current era; this was basically a consensus in the Immortal Realm.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao just stood there letting him hit, and he couldn't even injure him. How was this possible?
"Is that all?"
Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly. Although it seemed like not a single insulting word was spoken.
But it just made Long Haotian's face flush red, anger rising in his heart.
"What's wrong with you? Could it be that you can't bear to lose face and are forcefully suppressing your internal injuries?"
This was the only possibility Long Haotian could think of.
"Heh... You're overthinking it..."
As Jun Xiaoyao's words fell, a cold glint suddenly shot out from his eyes.
He reached out, directly grabbing the arm Long Haotian had used to strike his chest. The forty thousand giant elephant micro-particles in his body erupted simultaneously.
Instantly, four hundred million jin of immense strength surged out.
Rip!
Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and pulled fiercely!
Accompanied by a miserable scream, Long Haotian's arm was forcefully torn off by Jun Xiaoyao!
Fresh blood spurted, dragon blood splattering!
Long Haotian's figure retreated explosively, clutching the stump of his severed arm, his face pale, filled with disbelief!
Not only Long Haotian, but all the guests present lost their voices!
This reversal was something no one had expected.
Having withstood Long Haotian's Dragon Severing Hand head-on, Jun Xiaoyao was not only fine but had instead, with an extremely ferocious posture, torn off Long Haotian's arm.
Who could have imagined this?
"The Jun family Divine Son's aura is stable; he indeed doesn't look injured," the old Daoist from the Dao Extremity Heavenly Sect said.
Hearing his words, many people from various powers suddenly understood. Then, their gazes towards Jun Xiaoyao were like looking at a monster.
After all, looking at the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm, prodigies who could withstand a Dragon Severing Hand from an Ancestral Dragon Nest Dragon Son were few and far between.
Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao hadn't just withstood it or been injured; he was completely unharmed.
"The Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, even when shackled by heaven and earth, is still terrifying to this extent!" Many young prodigies felt their hearts tremble.
"Divine Son..." Jun Xuehuang also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Jun Xiaoyao with gratitude in her eyes.
"You should step back first. Leave this loach to me," Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.
"Yes." Jun Xuehuang respectfully颔首 (nodded).
At this moment, she no longer seemed like the lofty Seventh Sequence of the Jun family, but more like Jun Xiaoyao's maidservant.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Long Haotian's face turned green.
He clutched the stump of his severed arm, his eyes showing apprehension.
If he still underestimated Jun Xiaoyao now, then he truly was a fool.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head faintly.
Under his skin, a faint azure light surged.
Jun Xiaoyao had absorbed and refined Xiao Chen's dragon qi, allowing him to condense dragon scale inner armor within his body.
Coupled with his already formidable Desolate Ancient Saintly Body, Jun Xiaoyao was able to block Long Haotian's Dragon Severing Hand without injury.
He hadn't even bothered to use the Underworld God's Protection from the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.
"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, although I don't know what means you used to withstand that move, if you think you've won just because of this, you're too naive."
Long Haotian said coldly.
From his body, a vigorous and majestic surge of vital energy and blood suddenly gushed out.
Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of everyone.
The flesh and blood at the stump of his severed arm actually began to squirm, and then a new arm slowly grew out.
"Even this is possible?" Some young prodigies watched with their mouths agape.
Was this Long Haotian immortal?
"No, even if the dragon race's vital energy is abundant, it's impossible to directly regenerate a severed arm. At least, this Long Haotian shouldn't be able to do it yet."
"I understand! It's rumored that this Long Haotian fused with a Dragon Yuan. Could it be because of the Dragon Yuan..."
Now, everyone suddenly understood. It turned out Long Haotian had relied on the benefit of the Dragon Yuan.
"Oh, Dragon Yuan?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.
His gaze towards Long Haotian was like a hunter staring at his prey.
"Courting death!"
Seeing that kind of gaze from Jun Xiaoyao, Long Haotian's anger blazed.
It had always been him treating humans as prey. When had a human ever treated him as prey?
Boom!
Long Haotian punched out, his vital energy and blood surging to the heavens.
Everyone seemed to hear a dragon's roar. An illusory giant dragon coiled around Long Haotian's fist light, shattering the void as it bombarded towards Jun Xiaoyao.
That formidable fluctuation was like a true dragon appearing in the world, battling in the sky!
This was another major divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, as famous as the Dragon Severing Hand, called the Dragon Fist.
"Truly worthy of being the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son, his strength is astonishing!"
As soon as Long Haotian struck, he awed many of the younger generation.
Although they disliked Long Haotian's arrogance, his inherent strength indeed left nothing to be said.
Seeing this, a cold smile touched the corners of Jun Xiaoyao's lips.
He reached out his hand, forming a mudra, golden divine energy surging.
Behind him, it seemed as if a vast figure that reached the heavens appeared.
"That is..."
Many guests, upon seeing this, felt their pupils shrink in unison. That vast and mighty imposing presence made their hairs stand on end, a chill running down their spines!
(End of this chapter)