Chapter 32

With me here, why should the Jun Clan worry about not producing a Great Emperor!

Jun Xiaoyao's words were majestic, as if swallowing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

The entire great hall, and even the entire Jun Clan, seemed to echo with this sentence from Jun Xiaoyao.

At this moment, all the figures from the major factions who came to the banquet had their expressions freeze in unison!

Rumble!

The wind and clouds in the nine heavens changed color, and thunder rolled, as if they were all echoing this sentence from Jun Xiaoyao!

Words are not to be spoken casually.

Some words will have to bear great karma.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son has an invincible spirit!"

"Listening to the Divine Son's words, could it be that he has the confidence to attain the position of Great Emperor?"

"The Emperor's path in this life is getting interesting..."

Many older-generation powerhouses were sighing.

And the beauties of the major factions were also having their hearts shaken because of Jun Xiaoyao's words.

Which beauty wouldn't hope to be matched with a hero?

"A real man should be like this..." The Great Shang Princess sighed, her heart already fallen.

As for Jiang Luoli, the drool was almost flowing from the corner of her mouth; she had no image of being the apple of the Jiang Clan's eye.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about the gazes of others, but looked down at Jun Wanjie from a high position and said indifferently: "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jun Xiaoyao's counter-question made Jun Wanjie's throat choke, his face sunken, and he was unable to say any words of rebuttal.

Because just now, even he was almost intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao's invincible spirit.

And just at this moment, deep within the Jun Clan, an old voice faintly emitted a single word.

"Good."

A single word made everyone's expression change suddenly.

"It's the Eighteenth Ancestor!" Jun Zhantian's tone was trembling slightly.

The Eighteenth Ancestor is an ancestor-level figure of the Jun Clan who does not appear easily.

The last time he appeared was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not appear, that word "good" was clearly praising Jun Xiaoyao for having great spirit.

Attaining the Dao and becoming an Emperor is not something everyone dares to boast about.

Even some top heaven-proud would feel hollow in their hearts and not have certainty.

Hearing that the Eighteenth Ancestor had spoken, what else could Jun Wanjie say?

Even if his personality were colder and more domineering, even if he were given a hundred more guts, he wouldn't dare to contradict the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"Wanjie was rude; I have other matters, so I will take my leave."

Jun Wanjie looked coldly at Jun Xiaoyao, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Continuing to stay here would only add to his own frustration.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian's expression eased slightly.

Although this Jun Wanjie's personality was a bit perverse and overbearing, fortunately, he wasn't a fool and still knew the big picture.

If he were unwilling and ended up fighting Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would be losing the Jun Clan's face.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie's departing back, thinking of his cold gaze just now.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling.

Even if he stopped for now, he would find trouble for him in the future.

"Jun Wanjie, I hope you aren't as stupid as Xiao Chen; otherwise, even if you are a member of the Jun Clan, I won't hold back in the slightest," Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He would sweep away any obstacles in front of him.

Whether this obstacle came from the outside world or from within the clan.

With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere of the entire great hall returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised a glass to Jun Xiaoyao.

She didn't have the hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao that Jun Wanjie had; at most, she was just a little envious.

"Many thanks." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his glass to return the gesture.

He had always appreciated people who knew the big picture.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Zhangjian also stood up to congratulate him.

He no longer addressed Jun Xiaoyao as "Brother Xiaoyao," because he knew he no longer had that qualification.

The identity of Divine Son plus the Zero Sequence.

In the Jun Clan's younger generation, there should be no one with a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

Even the First Sequence who had been in seclusion, or the Second Sequence, Third Sequence, and others who were training outside, did not have a status equal to Jun Xiaoyao.

"I really don't know what attitude those few would have if they knew Brother Xiaoyao had become the Zero Sequence," Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.

Although they were all sequences of the Jun Clan, Jun Zhangjian didn't even have the courage to draw his sword when facing the top-ranked sequences.

No one who could become one of the top sequences of the Jun Clan was a simple person; if they didn't possess heavy pupils, they possessed some kind of forbidden inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew that those sequences were not simple.

However, he believed that with his talent and strength, he would be able to settle any trouble.

Next, the banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao was wondering why the system hadn't prompted him to sign in yet.

And just at this moment, in the sky outside the Jun Clan's mountain gate, a voice filled with arrogance and cold mockery suddenly rang out.

"Jun Clan's Divine Son, your tone is indeed arrogant; I just wonder if your strength is worthy of your tone?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the great hall trembled.

Who is this voice?

Daring to say such things at the Jun Clan's Divine Son's ten-year-old banquet.

Even if you want to die, this isn't the way to do it!

Outside the great hall, many people from various factions looked toward the sky outside the hall.

They saw a flood dragon with green wings on its back crossing the firmament in the distance, with a group of people standing on it.

Some had horns on their heads, some had wings on their backs, and some had scales on their bodies; at a glance, they didn't look like the human race.

The leading youth was dressed in golden finery, with two dragon horns growing on his head, his demeanor arrogant and rebellious.

The words just now came precisely from him.

"That is... the Ancient Royal Clan, the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao!" an old man from a major faction took a deep breath and said.

The Ancient Royal Clan is a super faction comparable to the Ancient Families, Supreme Sects, and Immortal Divine Dynasties.

The Ancient Emperors of the Ancient Royal Clan are enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Human Great Emperors.

Even in some eras, the Ancient Emperors dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above hundreds of millions of living beings.

The Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao is a top faction among the Ancient Royal Clans, on par with top royal clans like the Wanhuang Lingshan and the Qilin Ancient Cave.

And now, the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao had actually come to the Jun Clan's Divine Son's ten-year-old banquet.

As long as you aren't a fool, you should know that the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao didn't come with good intentions.

Some people recalled the grudges between the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao and the Jun Clan, and their eyes couldn't help but flash with luster.

It seems that today, we will see a good show again.

"Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao?" Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this faction.

The Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao could be considered a hostile faction of the Jun Clan.

In this life, the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao produced a forbidden first-generation Long Aotian, who possessed the Emperor Dragon Blood and had crushed many of the Jun Clan's young heaven-proud.

Of course, the Jun Clan's sequences had also abused and killed heaven-proud from the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao.

The two factions could be considered incompatible like fire and water.

Even his father, the White-Clothed God King Jun Jun Wu Hui, had abused and killed a quasi-supreme of the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao when he was in the Sage Realm; that was considered Jun Jun Wu Hui's famous battle.

"Hmph, what bad luck." Jun Zhantian's expression was sunken.

They naturally couldn't have invited the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao to the banquet.

"Why, does the dignified Ancient Family, the Jun Clan, not even dare to let people enter the gate?" Long Haotian's demeanor was arrogant, and his tone was rebellious.

Once these words came out, the sequences like Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang all felt anger burning in their hearts.

This Dragon Son of the Ancestral Zu Zu Long Chao was truly arrogant.

"Grandfather, let them in; they are just a few mud loaches."

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and indifferent.