Chapter 35

BOOM!

A violent collision resounded.

Dust rose everywhere, the heavens and earth trembled!

All guests fell silent, staring dumbfounded at the white-robed figure struck by the Dragon-Cutting Hand.

If Long Haotian’s sudden attack had caught everyone off guard,

then Jun Xiaoyao’s lightning-fast reaction was even more astonishing.

But what Long Haotian had unleashed was the supreme technique of the Ancestral Dragon Nest: the Dragon-Cutting Hand.

When such a grand technique was unleashed, even a royal weapon’s protection would suffer severe damage—let alone standing firm against it directly.

Long Haotian had once used this grand technique to slay dozens of top prodigies from elite sects.

“Shenzi!” Jun Xuehuang’s face turned pale in an instant, devoid of all color.

If Jun Xiaoyao suffered serious injury or harm because of her, Jun Xuehuang would bear infinite guilt, death itself insufficient to atone.

For her importance to the Jun Clan was nowhere near as great as Jun Xiaoyao’s.

“Xiaoyao brother!” Jiang Luoli’s lovely face also paled.

Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and others all changed expression simultaneously.

Jun Xiaoyao was currently the most vital core figure among the Jun Clan’s younger generation.

If anything happened to him, the consequences were unimaginable!

“This… will the Jun Clan’s tenth-birthday banquet become a bloodbath?”

“Will the legend of the Jun Clan’s Shenzi end before it even begins?”

All guests who had come to the banquet froze in expression.

If this were true, the Jun Clan’s reputation would plummet.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest, however, would rise to great fame.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell deathly silent, countless eyes fixed upon the peerless white-robed figure.

“Huh… that state… is wrong…” the elder of Daoji Tianzong murmured.

Logically, struck by Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand, one should not merely be thrown back bleeding—his body ought to be shattered.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained utterly motionless, his face expressionless.

Only his deep, well-like pupils held extreme indifference.

At this, everyone sensed something was amiss.

Jun Xiaoyao’s reaction was too ordinary—he hadn’t even stirred.

“Is the Shenzi merely forcing himself to endure?” some whispered inwardly.

Yet only Long Haotian himself could truly feel Jun Xiaoyao’s condition.

“You… your flesh body…” Long Haotian’s dragon eyes brimmed with shock.

His fist struck Jun Xiaoyao’s chest—and felt as if he’d hit ancient divine metal.

Not only did it fail to budge Jun Xiaoyao, his own palm throbbed from the recoil.

Remember, he was a dragon.

The dragon race’s flesh body was peerless in this age—this was the universal consensus of the Immortal Realm.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao simply stood there, letting him strike—and remained unharmed. How was this possible?

“That’s it?”

Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly; though he uttered no word of mockery,

it made Long Haotian’s face flush red with fury.

“What’s going on? Are you too proud to admit injury, forcing yourself to suppress internal wounds?”

This was the only possibility Long Haotian could conceive.

“Heh… you’re imagining things…”

Jun Xiaoyao spoke, and in his eyes flashed a cold, ruthless gleam.

He reached out, seized the arm that had struck his chest, and unleashed all forty thousand giant-elephant micro-particles within him simultaneously.

Instantly, four hundred million jin of monstrous power surged forth.

SSSHHH!

Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and yanked hard!

Amid a scream of agony, Long Haotian’s arm was torn clean off by Jun Xiaoyao!

Blood sprayed, dragon blood splattered!

Long Haotian reeled backward, clutching the severed stump, face pale with utter disbelief.

Not only Long Haotian—the entire hall fell silent.

This reversal was beyond anyone’s expectation.

Jun Xiaoyao had not only withstood Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand unscathed—he had also, with brutal force, torn off Long Haotian’s arm.

Who could have foreseen this?

“Jun Xiaoyao’s aura is steady—he shows no signs of injury,” said the elder of Daoji Tianzong.

Hearing this, leaders of many factions suddenly understood, and their gazes toward Jun Xiaoyao turned as if viewing a monster.

After all, across the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm, the prodigies capable of withstanding a single Dragon-Cutting Hand from a dragon prince of the Ancestral Dragon Nest were few and far between.

Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t merely resisted or endured injury—he was completely unharmed.

“The Ancient Primordial Holy Body—even bound by heaven’s restrictions—is still this terrifying!” many young prodigies trembled inwardly.

“Shenzi…” Jun Xuehuang exhaled in relief, gazing at Jun Xiaoyao with gratitude.

“You may step back. This mud-eel is mine.” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

“Yes.” Jun Xuehuang bowed respectfully.

At this moment, she no longer seemed like the high-ranking Seventh Rank of the Jun Clan, but more like Jun Xiaoyao’s personal attendant.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, Long Haotian’s face turned ashen.

Clutching his severed stump, his eyes held caution.

If he still underestimated Jun Xiaoyao now, he was truly a fool.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Beneath his skin, faint green light pulsed.

Jun Xiaoyao had absorbed and refined Xiao Chen’s dragon qi, allowing him to form dragon-scale inner armor within his body.

Combined with his naturally formidable Ancient Primordial Holy Body, this allowed him to withstand Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand without injury.

He hadn’t even bothered to activate the Mingshenshouhu from the Great Elephant Subduing Hell Technique.

“Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, I don’t know what trick you used to withstand this blow—but to think you’ve won already is naivety incarnate.”

Long Haotian said coldly.

From within him surged a mighty, surging tide of blood qi.

Then, before the stunned eyes of all present,

the flesh at his severed arm stump began to writhe—and slowly regrew a new arm.

“Is this even possible?” some young prodigies gaped in disbelief.

Was Long Haotian truly immortal?

“No—even with dragon blood’s vigor, direct limb regeneration is impossible. At least, Long Haotian shouldn’t be able to do this.”

“I see. Rumor says Long Haotian fused a Dragon Core—could it be because of that?”

Now everyone understood: Long Haotian had leveraged the Dragon Core’s power.

“Oh? A Dragon Core?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flickered.

He gazed at Long Haotian like a hunter fixing on prey.

“Die!”

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze, Long Haotian’s fury blazed.

He had always viewed humans as prey—how dare a human treat him as such?

BOOM!

Long Haotian unleashed a punch, his blood qi surging like a tidal wave.

The crowd seemed to hear a dragon’s roar—a colossal dragon phantom coiled around his fist, shattering space as it slammed toward Jun Xiaoyao.

The power radiating from it was like a true dragon emerging, battling the heavens!

This was another grand technique of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, famed alongside the Dragon-Cutting Hand: the Dragon Fist.

“No wonder the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s dragon prince—his power is astonishing!”

With one move, Long Haotian silenced many of the younger generation.

Though they disliked his arrogance, his strength was undeniable.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

He reached out, formed a divine seal, golden divine energy surging.

Behind him, a colossal, sky-piercing figure seemed to materialize.

“That is…”

Many guests’ pupils shrank sharply—the overwhelming aura made their hairs stand on end, their bones chill with dread.