Heaven and earth were deathly silent; myriad voices were lost!
Hundreds, even thousands, of powers had come to attend Jun Xiaoyao's tenth birthday banquet.
And at this moment, the people of these powers all personally witnessed the fall of a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
Moreover, the one who fell was not some unknown Quasi-Supreme, but an existence that had once been able to contend with a Human Race Unsurpassed Supreme.
But such a powerful existence was actually annihilated by the Jun family's Eighteenth Ancestor with three sword strikes.
What kind of concept was this?
A Quasi-Supreme could be considered the foundation of an immortal orthodoxy.
Even alone, one could establish a top-tier orthodoxy.
But such an existence was slaughtered like a dog, annihilated by the Eighteenth Ancestor with three sword strikes.
"The Jun family's Eighteenth Ancestor, he shouldn't be an ordinary Supreme expert, right?" a young prodigy swallowed deeply and said.
"It is rumored that the most mysterious place in the Jun family is the ancestral shrine. No one knows how many old antiques are buried there..."
Some old men who knew a little about the Jun family's deeds said in a deep tone.
The Jun family had stood in the Immortal Realm for countless years, extremely glorious, their foundation simply unimaginable for ordinary people.
Just the ancestors buried in the ancestral shrine, if any one of them were to casually walk out, a stomp of their foot could make the Immortal Realm tremble three times.
Not to mention, there were rumors that the Jun family might even have an Emperor.
"In the recent ancient era, the last Great Emperor came from the Jun family, the Abandoned Heaven Great Emperor, Jun Qitian, an unsurpassed existence who forsook the high heavens..."
Some old men whispered to each other, their words filled with awe.
There was a reason why the Jun family could be glorious in the Immortal Realm for countless epochs.
In the sky, a rain of blood drifted down, as if all living beings were singing a dirge.
The fall of a Quasi-Supreme was enough to trigger a heaven and earth phenomenon.
"Xiaoyao, after the banquet, come and see me." From the depths of the Jun family, the Eighteenth Ancestor's voice came.
"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao cupped his hands in the air.
To be honest, the Eighteenth Ancestor's methods also left Jun Xiaoyao marveling.
Especially the Immortal Slaying Sword Art, named after slaying immortals, its power was extremely formidable. Jun Xiaoyao even felt a little envious watching it.
This kind of top-tier martial arts divine ability couldn't even be found in the Jun family's Martial Pavilion.
Jun Xiaoyao was pondering whether he should ask for the inheritance of the Immortal Slaying Sword Art when he met the Eighteenth Ancestor later.
Right now, the Primordial Imperial Clan members who had come to provoke the Jun family were almost completely wiped out.
From the Nether Dragon Quasi-Supreme above, down to those Primordial Royal Clan prodigies.
"Oh, right, I forgot one..." Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the proud lady of the Winged Human Clan who had collapsed on the ground, trembling.
She had almost been killed by Jun Xuehuang earlier. In the end, Long Haotian had intervened, allowing her to luckily survive.
But now, seeing such a scene, this proud lady of the Winged Human Clan felt her liver and gallbladder about to shatter. She was even scared to the point of wetting herself, her lower body damp.
She had previously thought that the Jun family Divine Son would definitely not be Long Haotian's opponent.
But now, the scene of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart by hand replayed in her mind like a nightmare.
"You can join them on their journey too," Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent.
"No... No, please, Jun family Divine Son, spare my life! Yu Zhu is willing to be a slave, a servant, to serve Lord Divine Son for life!"
The proud lady of the Winged Human Clan kowtowed repeatedly, crying and pleading.
It had to be said, some women from Primordial Royal Clans or Demon Clans indeed possessed a charm that Human Race women lacked.
For example, this Yu Zhu, with snow-white wings on her back, crystalline skin, and a beautiful appearance.
Even if auctioned at an auction house, she could fetch a sky-high price.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently, "To be my female slave, are you worthy?"
Even Bai Yu'er, the imperial daughter of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, was merely his female slave.
A mere proud lady of the Winged Human Clan, what qualifications did she have to be his slave?
Jun Xiaoyao struck down with his palm.
"No!" Yu Zhu screamed, never expecting that in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she didn't even have the qualifications to be a slave.
Pfft!
The last proud lady of a Primordial Royal Clan also fell.
Watching Jun Xiaoyao strike without the slightest mercy, some guests wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
The Jun family were all ruthless people...
However, what was even more ruthless was yet to come. Jun Zhantian and several other clan elders directly carried over the corpse of the Nether Dragon Quasi-Supreme.
On the spot, they refined it with Dao Fire and began to roast the black dragon meat.
Everyone was stunned, all looking bewildered, somewhat dumbfounded.
The corpse of an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme, used for barbecue?
Although for the Human Race, anything not human-shaped could be eaten.
But this was the flesh and blood of an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme. Who would dare to eat it?
Even if it were placed before the people of these powers, they wouldn't dare to touch it with their chopsticks.
If they were resented by the Ancestral Dragon Nest then, their powers would be flattened in minutes.
After all, they weren't ancient aristocratic families like the Jun family, Jiang family, or Ye family; they couldn't bear the wrath of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
"Everyone, please help yourselves." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, not thinking there was anything inappropriate about this.
"Wow wow wow, we can eat dragon meat!" Jiang Luoli, that little lass, exclaimed excitedly.
Although she was the cherished pearl of the Jiang family, she couldn't casually eat dragon meat, let alone Quasi-Supreme level dragon meat.
Moreover, with the Jiang family backing her, she wasn't afraid of the Ancestral Dragon Nest's retaliation.
Jun Xiaoyao would also eat, but before that, he had one more thing to handle.
He walked to Long Haotian's corpse, raised his hand, and vast golden magical power surged out, beginning to extract the Dragon Yuan from within Long Haotian's corpse.
Generally speaking, once a Dragon Yuan was completely refined, it couldn't be extracted.
But this Long Haotian hadn't completely digested the Dragon Yuan, so it could still be extracted.
A moment later, a ball of golden Dragon Yuan was extracted. Within it, a miniature dragon seemed to be roaring and bellowing at Jun Xiaoyao.
"A mere Dragon Yuan, can it still pose a challenge to this Divine Son?" A cold arc appeared at the corners of Jun Xiaoyao's lips.
He raised his hand and once again activated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force. This time, it was a different transformation.
A pitch-black furnace manifested above his head, exuding a terrifying aura capable of refining all things in heaven and earth.
"What kind of technique is the Jun family Divine Son using?"
"Why do I feel like my soul is about to be sucked into that furnace?"
A group of young prodigies shivered, their hearts filled with apprehension.
During this year of seclusion, Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force had advanced once again.
For the strongest attack, there was the Spear of the Underworld God.
For the strongest defense, there was the Underworld God's Protection.
For the ultimate speed, there were the Demon Wings.
Now, what Jun Xiaoyao unleashed was the fourth transformation of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.
The strongest refinement, Hell's Furnace.
Hell's Furnace could refine all things.
Whether used against enemies or for refining heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it was extremely practical.
That Dragon Yuan, with almost no resistance, was absorbed into Hell's Furnace and began to be forcefully refined.
A Dragon Yuan was condensed from the lifelong blood essence, flesh, and runic divine abilities of a dragon race expert.
Even Long Haotian had only barely refined it and hadn't completely fused with it.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao easily refined it without any sense of strain, let alone the possibility of his body exploding.
There was hardly any energy that could make the body of a Desolate Ancient Saintly Body explode.
And at the moment Jun Xiaoyao refined the Dragon Yuan, his aura once again uncontrollably surged.
Rumble!
Tribulation clouds began to gather in the firmament, and thunder rolled.
"Could it be... Is the Jun family Divine Son going to break through again?!"
(End of this chapter)