Chapter 33

Jun Xiaoyao did not avoid the matter but spoke it out directly.

At these words, all the cultivators present froze, then sighed inwardly.

No wonder he’s the Jun family’s divine child—he dares call the Dragon Clan’s prince a mud eel.

Long Hao Tian’s ears were not deaf; he clearly heard Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of cold light passing through.

His purpose in coming here was to disgust the Jun family—to crush the Jun family’s divine child beneath his feet at his tenth-birthday banquet and proclaim the glory of the Dragon Clan’s Nest.

After all, the Dragon Clan’s Nest had never had a particularly good reputation.

Jun Wu Hui, in the Saint realm, tearing apart a Dragon Clan’s quasi-Supreme, had turned the Dragon Clan’s Nest into a laughingstock of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm.

Though no sect dared speak of it to the Dragon Clan’s face, behind their backs, all mocked them.

Thus, Long Hao Tian also wished to retaliate in kind, crushing the descendant of Jun Wu Hui beneath his feet.

And Long Hao Tian had the confidence to do so.

He had fused a Dragon Primordial Core; though not fully refined, it was enough to place him at the peak of his generation.

Aside from a few rare prodigy Supremes, he feared no one.

With Jun Zhan Tian’s tacit approval, the Jun family’s gate guards did not stop Long Hao Tian and his group from entering.

Besides Long Hao Tian, several young prodigies from ancient royal clans had also followed along.

Though the ancient royal clans were slightly weaker in depth than the ancient imperial clans, they were still top-tier forces.

Unlike Long Hao Tian, these ancient royal clan beings felt a flicker of unease inside.

After all, the Jun family, as an ancient lineage, was renowned far and wide—one of the most famous and most prosperous ancient lineages.

Their actions amounted to provocation; it was only natural they felt uneasy.

But with Long Hao Tian standing before them, these ancient royal clan beings steadied their nerves.

If the sky fell, the taller ones would hold it up—what did they have to fear?

Over here, Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was calm as he swept over Long Hao Tian and his group.

Suddenly, he spotted a figure slightly familiar to him.

A woman in a blue dress, her face alluring, stood behind Long Hao Tian, her eyes faintly filled with venom as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.

“Is it her?”

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had seen a figure he thought he’d never meet again.

“It’s you, Lan Qingya—what’s going on?”

On the other side, Jun Zhang Jian’s gaze swept over her, his face showing a flicker of shock, and he couldn’t help but shout out.

Hadn’t he expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun family? Then why was she now beside Long Hao Tian?

Hearing Jun Zhang Jian’s rebuke, Long Hao Tian’s lips curled into a sly smile.

Right before Jun Zhang Jian’s eyes, he reached out and lifted Lan Qingya’s snow-white chin, his gaze taunting: “What are you talking about? She’s my slave now—aren’t you?”

“Yes, Qingya is the Dragon Prince’s slave,” Lan Qingya replied obediently.

“You wretched woman!” Jun Zhang Jian’s black hair whipped wildly, his face icy, eyes brimming with killing intent.

He had only expelled Lan Qingya out of lingering sentiment, never mistreating her.

Yet now, she had brought the Dragon Clan’s Nest to humiliate them.

Remember, her former status had been Jun Zhang Jian’s follower.

How would the Jun family’s senior elders view him after this?

Add to that Long Hao Tian using Lan Qingya to slap the Jun family’s succession line.

Where would Jun Zhang Jian’s face be now?

Thinking of this, Jun Zhang Jian’s heart sank.

His peripheral vision had already caught several Jun family elders with grim expressions.

In such a clash among the young, the elders couldn’t interfere without tarnishing their reputation.

“Damn it—if I don’t handle this well, I might even lose my succession status,” Jun Zhang Jian clenched his fists tightly.

As Jun Zhang Jian’s expression shifted uncertainly, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, his tone calm.

“I never expected the Dragon Clan’s prince to have such a taste.”

“Taste?” Long Hao Tian frowned, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.

This impossibly handsome boy was his target today—whom he intended to crush beneath his feet.

“I never expected you to have a taste for picking up discarded shoes.”

The Jun family’s lineage rejected her, yet you willingly take her in—you’re truly an old charity hero.

Jun Xiaoyao spoke lightly, as if dismissing a trivial matter.

But hearing this, Long Hao Tian’s eyes widened, his face instantly turning green, twisted with fury.

Wasn’t this saying he, Long Hao Tian, was picking up trash others had thrown away?

Lan Qingya’s face turned as white as paper, her fingers trembling with shame and rage.

No woman wished to be called a discarded shoe.

Jun Xiaoyao’s two simple sentences instantly reversed the situation.

Originally, Long Hao Tian had come to humiliate the Jun family’s succession line—but now, he himself was mocked.

Though the surrounding sects dared not laugh openly at Long Hao Tian, their eyes betrayed mockery and contempt.

“Divine Child…” Jun Zhang Jian’s heart trembled.

Jun Xiaoyao was rescuing him.

Thinking of this, Jun Zhang Jian’s gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao carried a hint of gratitude.

Jun Xiaoyao’s single sentence had dissolved his embarrassment and crisis.

“We’re family—no need for unnecessary words,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Jun Zhang Jian nodded heavily, his mind made up.

Jun Xiaoyao was worth his loyalty and devotion!

“The Divine Child is truly unfathomable—three words, and he resolved Jun Zhang Jian’s predicament…” Jun Xue Huang whispered inwardly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s quick-witted adaptability was nothing like that of a ten-year-old.

“Wow, I’m seeing another side of Xiao Yao Brother…” Jiang Luoli exclaimed.

Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t just as beautiful as a celestial, powerful beyond measure—he was also exceptionally intelligent and emotionally astute.

In three words, he left the Dragon Clan’s prince speechless with shame, utterly humiliated.

“Hmph, is Jun Wu Hui’s descendant only capable of verbal sparring? How disappointing.” Long Hao Tian’s face darkened like water.

“Exactly—what’s so special about the Desolate Ancient Body? Think you’re invincible? Before the Dragon Prince, you’re nothing.” Lan Qingya sneered.

With Long Hao Tian backing her, she dared to speak.

“Just a worm, and you dare chatter?” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was cold and indifferent.

In his eyes, Lan Qingya was already a dead woman—only a matter of when she died.

Since Lan Qingya was so eager to be reborn, Jun Xiaoyao could only oblige her.

BOOM!

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand; boundless golden divine energy surged wildly, forming a colossal palm that crushed down toward Lan Qingya.

This sudden action took everyone by surprise.

“How dare you strike in front of me? How arrogant!” Long Hao Tian’s eyes snapped open, glowing like golden dragon pupils.

He moved to intervene, to protect Lan Qingya.

“The Divine Child kills whom he will—no one can stop me!” Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was cold as a divine being.

His other hand rose, and countless divine weapons surged forth—the Divine Warfare Scripture!

A torrent of divine weapons poured toward Long Hao Tian, causing his expression to change instantly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s power surpassed his expectations.

BOOM!

Before the eyes of the multitude of sects, Long Hao Tian was blasted backward, his arms trembling violently, shock flashing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the golden divine energy palm had already descended over Lan Qingya’s head.

“No… Dragon Prince, save me!”

Lan Qingya’s face turned ashen, her beautiful eyes filled with terror as she screamed shrilly.

But as the golden palm crashed down, her scream was abruptly silenced.