Chapter 28

Ye Xingyun’s words caused the once lively hall to fall utterly silent.

Many from powerful factions stared at Ye Xingyun in shock, as if he were a fool.

“Is that the Star King Body from the Ancient Ye Clan? What’s he trying to pull?”

“Indeed, this is Jun Family’s Divine Son’s tenth-birthday banquet—how dare he say such a thing?”

“I heard that Ye Xingyun has quite an eye for Jiang Family’s precious daughter…”

Surrounding guests whispered among themselves in hushed tones.

Yet none dared speak out recklessly.

After all, the Ye Clan was a famed ancient family, with profound roots and an unbroken lineage spanning countless years.

It was better not to meddle in such a conflict.

The old servant beside Ye Xingyun’s face turned pale the moment he heard those words.

“Young Master, don’t act foolishly…”

“Enough, Fu Bo. I’m not causing trouble—I merely saw the Jun Family’s Divine Son and felt a sudden urge to test him.” Ye Xingyun cut off his servant’s plea.

He could no longer bear seeing the girl he favored gazing at Jun Xiaoyao with starry-eyed infatuation.

“Well then, Jun Family’s Divine Son—do I have the honor?”

Ye Xingyun suppressed his jealousy and rage, speaking as calmly as he could.

He wasn’t stupid—he knew that openly insulting Jun Xiaoyao at this banquet would be suicide.

But if it was merely a friendly sparring challenge, Ye Xingyun believed the Jun Family wouldn’t dare punish him.

As expected, when Jun Zhantian and others heard Ye Xingyun’s words, they frowned slightly but said nothing.

This wasn’t because Ye Xingyun was backed by the ancient Ye Clan—it was because Jun Zhantian and the others also wanted to see what progress Jun Xiaoyao had made after a year of seclusion.

“You are…” Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm.

“Ye Clan, Ye Xingyun.” Ye Xingyun met Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze directly.

“Ah, so you’re the Star King Body.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded in understanding.

He was somewhat familiar with the young prodigies of the ancient clans.

The most renowned forbidden prodigy of the ancient Ye Clan was surely the legendary reincarnation of the Sword Demon, Ye Guchen.

A peerless sword prodigy who wielded the Emperor-Slaying Sword and dominated the younger generation of the Immortal Realm without equal.

Rumor had it he never needed to draw a second sword in battle against his peers.

Because no one could survive his first strike.

Ye Xingyun, with his Star King Body, was decent enough—but utterly insignificant compared to Ye Guchen.

If Ye Guchen were here, Jun Xiaoyao might have felt some interest.

As for this Ye Xingyun…

Jun Xiaoyao found him utterly beneath notice.

“No need. My strength is ordinary and unremarkable—there’s no point in sparring.”

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, too lazy to strike back, offering a flimsy excuse.

Hearing this, several powerful figures in the hall exchanged glances of suspicion.

Honestly, Jun Xiaoyao’s entrance had indeed stunned them—his aura was profound, his bearing transcendent, like a celestial immortal descended to earth.

But now, faced with Ye Xingyun’s provocation, Jun Xiaoyao refused to act, claiming his strength was ordinary and unremarkable.

Could it really be true?

Was the Jun Family’s Divine Son merely a gilded spearhead—impressive on the outside but hollow within?

Jun Zhangjian and others, however, looked utterly bewildered.

Ordinary and unremarkable? What nonsense!

“If Young Master Xiaoyao is ordinary and unremarkable, then I might as well bash my head against a block of tofu.” Jun Zhangjian thought in dismay.

Yet Ye Xingyun had no idea of Jun Xiaoyao’s true strength.

The anomalies during Jun Xiaoyao’s breakthrough had only slightly raised Ye Xingyun’s attention.

Now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao refuse to fight, Ye Xingyun grew anxious.

If Jun Xiaoyao didn’t fight, how could he show off in front of Jiang Luoli?

After a moment’s thought, Ye Xingyun spoke: “Divine Son, no need for false modesty. If it’s merely because your realm is insufficient, I can suppress my own to the peak of the Divine Palace Realm to spar with you.”

In Ye Xingyun’s view, a ten-year-old Jun Xiaoyao, no matter how gifted, could at most possess Divine Palace Realm cultivation.

Meanwhile, Ye Xingyun himself, aged sixteen or seventeen, was already a master of True Spirit Fifth Layer.

Hearing this, everyone in the hall turned their gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao.

If Jun Xiaoyao still refused under these terms, he’d invite criticism.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

He didn’t want to humiliate anyone—but someone kept offering their face for him to slap.

He glanced at Jiang Luoli beside him and understood the reason.

A beauty is a curse.

“Aren’t you annoying? Why won’t you leave Xiaoyao Brother alone?”

Jiang Luoli, the little girl, was displeased.

She wanted to chat with Jun Xiaoyao, deepen their bond.

Instead, this Ye Xingyun rudely barged in.

“Luoli, I only meant to…”

Ye Xingyun’s face turned green—Jiang Luoli had even called him “Xiaoyao Brother.”

Jiang Luoli snapped: “What exactly do you mean? If you hurt Xiaoyao Brother’s face, will you pay for it?”

“I’m damn—” Ye Xingyun choked on his words, face flushed, barely holding back an oath.

Is being handsome enough to be above everyone else? To do whatever you want?

Ye Xingyun’s jealousy burned hotter.

Jun Xiaoyao was speechless—Jiang Luoli could easily be president of the Appearance Association.

“No need. Since you insist on sparring with this Divine Son, then strike first.” Jun Xiaoyao spoke calmly, one hand behind his back.

“Xiaoyao Brother, you…” Jiang Luoli hesitated.

She was worried Jun Xiaoyao might be overpowered by Ye Xingyun.

“Tsk tsk, Luoli, already worrying about her future husband?” Jiang Sheng smiled, revealing her teeth.

“I’m not!” Jiang Luoli’s cheeks flushed red.

Ye Xingyun’s expression turned grim, eager to prove himself.

He suppressed his cultivation to the peak of the Divine Palace Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao merely said: “You may strike first—and no need to suppress your realm.”

“No need.” Ye Xingyun refused outright.

He knew that if he truly did so, Jun Xiaoyao could always excuse his defeat by claiming unfair advantage.

That wouldn’t serve his goal of showing off and humiliating him—how could he impress Jiang Luoli then?

“Sigh…” Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

He said no more, immediately activating the Divine Elephant Subjugation Technique.

During this year of seclusion, Jun Xiaoyao had awakened another ten thousand Giant Elephant Micro-particles.

Meaning, Jun Xiaoyao now possessed a total of forty thousand Giant Elephant Micro-particles—equivalent to four hundred million jin of raw strength!

What did four hundred million jin mean?

A single palm strike could shatter ancient mountains and strike down celestial stars!

Boom!

Within Jun Xiaoyao, golden sacred blood surged violently!

A torrent of golden qi burst from his body, faintly forming the spectral image of an ancient divine elephant, subjugating the heavens and earth!

Jun Xiaoyao simply extended one hand forward in a horizontal push.

Like the hand of an ancient god, carving land and breaking earth—the force was so immense it shook the void, causing the entire hall to roar with thunderous vibrations!

All guests present—whether young prodigies or elder masters—leapt to their feet, mouths agape in shock.

The terrifying pressure of that power left many elder masters trembling with dread.

As for Ye Xingyun—he was struck as if by lightning, his face turning ashen with terror.