Chapter 291: Forethought, Scheming Against Long Aotian, Eliminating Xiao Chen

At this moment, the outcome of the confrontation is beyond doubt.

If Jun Xiaoyao had not appeared in time, there would be no doubt that Princess Long Ji would have risen to power by trampling over Jun Lingcang.

The Jun family's reputation would also have suffered.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's performance has left everyone stunned, surpassing all expectations.

They knew Jun Xiaoyao's growth rate was not slow.

But no one expected him to grow so strong in such a short time, even overshadowing ancient anomalies.

After this incident, Jun Xiaoyao's prestige will likely reach its peak.

His invincible dominance among the younger generation will probably continue.

"Jun Xiaoyao, what is your immortal seed?"

Princess Long Ji, crushed beneath Jun Xiaoyao's foot, was deeply resentful but could not help asking out of curiosity.

Her immortal seed was the Ancient Emperor's Reverse Scale—already extremely high-grade, stronger than most supreme immortal seeds.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao still overshadowed her.

Aside from the two Sacred Body phenomena, the faintly manifested power augmenting Jun Xiaoyao also startled Princess Long Ji.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled but said nothing.

He would not deliberately hide his Divine Origin.

But neither would he deliberately boast about it.

"You don't need to know too much. You only need to know that Princess Long Ji, you are forever fit only to kneel beneath me, Jun Xiaoyao!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Princess Long Ji's exquisite face flush crimson, filled with fury and helplessness.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with a dark gleam.

He intended to carve a deep wound into Princess Long Ji's heart.

This descendant of the Ancestral Dragon Nest still had great utility.

Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of killing or crippling Princess Long Ji.

It was not out of mercy, but to use her against another person.

Long Aotian!

As a transmigrator, Jun Xiaoyao naturally understood what the name Long Aotian represented.

It meant outrageous, flashy, over-the-top brilliance.

This forbidden first-generation ancestor of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, who had yet to emerge from seclusion, was likely a celestial protagonist even stronger than Xiao Chen and Yang Pan—a child of fate.

Just from the name alone, Long Aotian was clearly a prodigy radiating royal aura, overflowing with fortune, and blazing with glory.

Dealing with such an enemy required foresight.

It wasn't that Jun Xiaoyao feared Long Aotian.

In pure strength, Jun Xiaoyao was confident he could still crush Long Aotian.

But to Jun Xiaoyao, Long Aotian was a far richer, more lucrative crop than Xiao Chen or Yang Pan.

Jun Xiaoyao intended to harvest him thoroughly.

And Princess Long Ji was a pawn he could use.

Just as he had previously used Wu Mingyue to deal with Xiao Chen, achieving a devastating psychological blow.

Long Aotian probably never imagined that before even leaving seclusion, he was already ensnared in Jun Xiaoyao's schemes.

Jun Xiaoyao was a true master of deceit.

"You think you can shatter my Dao heart? It's not that simple!" Princess Long Ji gritted her silver teeth, her beautiful eyes blazing with defiance.

Undeniably, as an ancient anomaly, her mental fortitude surpasses that of ordinary prodigies.

For instance, Ji Xuan, the young sage of the Ji family, was instantly shattered in his Dao heart by Jun Xiaoyao and has now become utterly useless.

Every ancient anomaly has undergone trials of mental fortitude and won't collapse so easily.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, didn't care at all.

He had countless ways to discipline Princess Longji.

"Apologies, but this Divine Son has no interest in the Dao heart of a mount. Remember this: the one who defeated you is Jun Xiaoyao!" Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

He kicked Princess Longji away with a single foot, refusing to further humiliate her.

Princess Longji stared fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao, as if trying to etch his image into her very bones.

Regardless of whether it was good or bad, Jun Xiaoyao was the only man who left a profound impression on Princess Longji.

An impression means a vulnerability—and with a vulnerability, there's always an opportunity to manipulate and exploit Princess Longji.

Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but silently sigh; his tactics felt disturbingly like those of a manipulative womanizer.

"Jun Xiaoyao, this isn't over," Princess Longji's face flushed pale then crimson.

Right now, aside from spouting empty threats, she could do nothing else.

Princess Longji had lost all her dignity.

Even the Dragon Ancestral Nest had been publicly shamed.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She turned her gaze toward Xiao Chen, whose face was as white as paper.

It was all Xiao Chen's fault!

If not for his so-called conditions, Princess Longji might never have confronted Jun Xiaoyao so soon.

Jun Xiaoyao had already noticed Xiao Chen earlier but hadn't had the chance to deal with him—now he could settle it once and for all.

"Xiao Chen, I've been merciful to you, letting you live this long. Now, you may rest in peace."

For enemies with no further value, Jun Xiaoyao would never leave behind a threat.

He casually raised his palm, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy that collapsed like a fragment of heaven, crushing down upon Xiao Chen.

"No… I won't accept this!" Xiao Chen roared, his face twisted in fury.

He hadn't wanted to flee before—not because he didn't want to, but because escape was impossible.

You can escape the first, but not the fifteenth.

So his only hope had been that Princess Longji would defeat Jun Xiaoyao—or even kill him.

But now, the cruel reality lay bare before him.

His last pillar of support had completely crumbled.

As the overwhelming spiritual force loomed over him, Xiao Chen felt death drawing near.

In his final moments, his eyes caught sight of Wu Mingyue in the distance, and a last flicker of hope rose within him.

"Mingyue! Mingyue, save me! I was wrong—I hurt you so badly. Please, save my life!" Xiao Chen screamed his final plea.

Though he and Wu Mingyue had long since broken up,

they still shared some cherished memories.

But upon hearing this, Wu Mingyue's face paled slightly.

Was this coward still trying to drag her down with him even as he died?

What would her master, Jun Xiaoyao, think? Would he now harbor resentment?

Wu Mingyue's expression turned colder than ever before, fixed on Xiao Chen with utter revulsion.

"You're just a stinking little pest—die already."

To prevent any misunderstanding from Jun Xiaoyao, Wu Mingyue spoke coldly, severing all ties with Xiao Chen.

"You…"

Hearing the woman he once loved speak with such coldness, Xiao Chen was plunged into utter despair.

With a loud thud,

Xiao Chen's vision went black, swallowed by endless darkness.

Xiao Chen was dead!

Watching Xiao Chen reduced to a bloody pulp, Jun Xiaoyao casually averted his gaze.

To him, it was no different from swatting away a fly.

Princess Longji made no move to stop him.

Had Jun Xiaoyao not killed Xiao Chen, she would have done it herself.

"Jun Xiaoyao… wait…"

Princess Longji's face turned ashen as she vanished back into the Dragon Palace.

She couldn't bear to stay any longer—every curious or mocking gaze was unbearable.

Her Dao heart may be unshakable, but that doesn't mean she lacks emotions.

She feels shame. She feels rage.

The four Dragon Generals cast icy glances at Jun Xiaoyao before following her away.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

"Princess Long Ji, you, this muddy eel, are fit only to be toyed with in the palm of this Divine Son!"