Chapter 30: Heaven Covers Earth, Tiger Roars—Luoli Is One Point Five Meters Tall

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Ye Xingyun, the heavenly prodigy of the ancient Ye clan, was now enraged and heart-broken, spitting blood and fainting.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that Jun Xiaoyao, merely ten years old, had defeated Ye Xingyun so effortlessly.

More importantly, while Ye Xingyun lay in utter disarray, Jun Xiaoyao’s white robe remained spotless, not even a single wrinkle on it.

This was no longer mere sparring—it was complete domination!

“The Jun clan’s divine child is terrifying indeed!” Many hearts trembled.

An elderly white-bearded sage with an immortal aura also sighed: “The great age is dawning; the Jun clan’s divine child will be one of this era’s most brilliant stars, destined to be etched in history…”

“That man who spoke is the old master of Daoji Tianzong—he once taught in Beishan. Yet he holds such a high opinion of the Jun clan’s divine child…”

Hearing the old master of Daoji Tianzong’s praise, everyone’s hearts grew even more startled.

The princess of the Great Shang Dynasty, too, stared blankly, murmuring to herself.

“One glance at the divine child and a woman’s life is ruined; all other men are no longer worth a second look…”

The Great Shang princess’s words made many men hear the sound of their hearts shattering.

The Great Shang princess meant that after seeing the Jun clan’s divine child, no other man could ever capture her gaze again.

What kind of transcendent, peerless being could make a nation’s princess utter such words?

All eyes now fixed tightly upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao himself, however, remained calm and composed.

Defeating Ye Xingyun meant nothing to him.

“Thank you, Divine Child, for your mercy. Our young master is too impulsive—he saw a prize and couldn’t resist, with no ill intent whatsoever.”

Ye Xingyun’s old servant, Fu Bo, hurried to explain, fearing Jun Xiaoyao might misunderstand.

Though they stood behind the ancient Ye clan, they absolutely did not wish to offend the Jun clan.

“Hah, I naturally know—it was merely a friendly sparring match.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly, politely.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, and seeing Ye Xingyun, battered and bleeding, unconscious on the ground—

Could this really be called “friendly sparring”?

He nearly killed the man!

Even Fu Bo’s lips twitched slightly as he forced a smile: “Divine Child, you are magnanimous. Old man shall take the young master away now.”

“Mm.” Jun Xiaoyao nodded casually.

Ye Xingyun was still of the ancient Ye clan; Jun Xiaoyao had no fear of him, nor any intention to harm him—he was merely a foolish fool who acted on impulse for a woman.

Soon after, Fu Bo carried the unconscious Ye Xingyun away, slinking off in shame from the Jun clan.

“Heh, sorry to have spoiled your evening. Jun here offers a toast.”

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around the hall, then raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

“Not at all, Divine Child, you’re too humble.”

“Exactly! Such a dazzling battle has truly opened our eyes.”

Every faction present—youth and elders alike—rose to return the toast, not a single soul daring to remain seated.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang also stood to toast.

Only one figure remained seated, neither rising nor returning the toast.

It was Jun Wanjie!

At this moment, Jun Wanjie’s expression was cold, and deep within his dark eyes, thunderous tribulations seemed to intertwine.

A flicker of seriousness surfaced in his gaze.

He had watched every moment of Jun Xiaoyao’s battle with Ye Xingyun.

To be honest, Jun Xiaoyao’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

At such a young age, he already possessed the combat power of a top-tier prodigy—what would he become in a few more years?

Jun Xiaoyao, too, had noticed Jun Wanjie.

“That’s the Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie?”

“Born of a collateral branch, endured endless scorn, then accidentally obtained the Supreme Law, Tribulation Crossing Scripture, awakened the Thunder Tribulation Battle Body, and rose powerfully to become the Fifth Sequence.”

“This plot feels so familiar…”

Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

Isn’t this just the classic “picked up an ultimate scripture, lowly underdog rises” trope?

Even older than Xiao Chen’s ring-grandpa template.

Still, Jun Xiaoyao paid it no great mind—as long as Jun Wanjie didn’t provoke him, he had no intention of targeting him.

“Xiaoyao brother, you looked so incredibly handsome just now when you fought.”

Jiang Luoli gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with burning eyes, liking him more with every glance.

“It was fine.” Jun Xiaoyao sipped his tea.

He had no interest in such little girls.

After all, he wasn’t a pedophile.

And Jiang Luoli was far too short—if they truly married,

He’d be stepping straight into her stomach.

Not to mention he was a Primordial Holy Body, with exceptionally potent Kidney Divine Treasury abilities…

Jiang Rou smiled beside her: “Has the girl’s heart stirred? Shall we settle this now?”

Jiang Luoli blushed, twisting her delicate fingers, and murmured shyly: “Mama…”

“Puh… cough cough…”

Jun Xiaoyao nearly spat out his tea.

But for the sake of his image, he swallowed it and coughed twice.

“Xiaoyao, what’s wrong? I think Luoli is wonderful,” Jiang Rou said.

“Heaven covers earth, tiger roars—Luoli is one point five meters tall…” Jun Xiaoyao sighed faintly.

“What? Xiaoyao brother, you’re calling me short!”

Jiang Luoli’s eyes widened, lifting her snow-white neck to look up at Jun Xiaoyao.

She was only twelve, two years older than Jun Xiaoyao, yet her height barely reached his chest.

The cutest height difference imaginable.

“Isn’t it?” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Luoli ground her glistening little canines, puffing out her cheeks. Her dark eyes rolled slightly, revealing a hint of mischief.

Then she suddenly opened her cherry-red lips and bit down on Jun Xiaoyao’s arm.

She wanted to leave a mark on him.

A mark uniquely hers—Jiang Luoli’s.

That way, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn’t ignore or forget her.

Then, as she bit down—

“Ow, that hurts!”

Jiang Luoli cried out, one of her little canines cracked, her hand pressed to her mouth, tears swirling in her eyes.

“You bite me knowing I’m a Primordial Holy Body? Are you a dog?” Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.

He was a Primordial Holy Body—his flesh was as hard as divine weapons, capable even now of withstanding and shattering noble weapons bare-handed.

How could Jiang Luoli possibly leave a tooth mark on him?

Jun Xiaoyao casually seized her waist and slapped her delicate buttocks.

To deal with a mischievous little girl, you had to beat her into submission.

Slap!

A sharp crack echoed.

Jiang Luoli froze, eyes wide with disbelief.

Jiang Shengyi’s expression also stilled.

Jiang Rou wore a proud look: “Of course—my son.”

All those present awkwardly averted their gazes.

Fortunately, Ye Xingyun had already been carried away unconscious—if he’d seen his goddess getting her butt slapped by Jun Xiaoyao, he’d have surely exploded again, one Buddha rising, the second ascending to heaven.