Chapter 39: Roasting the Azure Dragon Supreme, Extracting Dragon Essence, the Hell Furnace

Heaven and earth fell silent, all voices extinguished!

Hundreds, even thousands of factions had come to attend Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth-birthday banquet.

And now, these factions had all witnessed the death of a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Moreover, this was no obscure quasi-supreme—it was a being who had once stood equal to the supreme sovereigns of the human race.

Yet such a mighty being was slain in three swords by the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Clan.

What does this mean?

A quasi-supreme could serve as the very foundation of an immortal sect.

Even alone, one could establish a top-tier sect.

Yet this kind of being was slaughtered like a dog, in three swords by the Eighteenth Ancestor.

“The Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Clan… he’s not an ordinary supreme, is he?” a young prodigy swallowed hard.

“Rumors say the most mysterious place in the Jun Clan is the Ancestral Hall—no one knows how many ancient elders lie buried within…”

Some elders who knew a little of the Jun Clan’s history spoke with solemn tones.

The Jun Clan had stood for countless eons in the Immortal Realm, reaching unparalleled glory—its depths were beyond ordinary imagination.

Simply having one of the ancient ancestors buried in the Ancestral Hall step out and stomp their foot could make the entire Immortal Realm tremble.

Worse still, rumors claimed the Jun Clan might even harbor an Emperor.

“In the recent age, the last Emperor was from the Jun Clan—Emperor Qitian, Jun Qitian, a supreme being who rejected Heaven itself…”

Some elders whispered among themselves, their words filled with awe.

The Jun Clan’s millennia of glory in the Immortal Realm was no accident.

In the sky, blood rain drifted down, as if all beings sang a lament.

The death of a quasi-supreme was enough to stir celestial anomalies.

“Xiaoyao, after the banquet, come see me.” From deep within the Jun Clan came the voice of the Eighteenth Ancestor.

“Yes.” Jun Xiaoyao bowed midair.

Frankly, the Eighteenth Ancestor’s methods left Jun Xiaoyao in awe.

Especially the Killing Immortal Sword Art—named for slaying immortals, its power reached an extreme, making Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes burn with desire.

Such a top-tier martial technique could not even be found in the Jun Clan’s Martial Library.

Jun Xiaoyao pondered whether he should ask the Eighteenth Ancestor for the transmission of the Killing Immortal Sword Art.

At present, the ancient royal clans who had come to provoke the Jun Clan had been nearly annihilated.

From the Azure Dragon quasi-supreme down to the ancient royal clan prodigies.

“Oh, right—I forgot one…” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, glancing at the feathered woman trembling on the ground.

She had nearly been slain by Jun Xuehuang, and only survived thanks to Long Hao’s intervention.

But now, seeing this scene, the feathered woman’s courage shattered—she had even pissed herself, her lower body damp.

She had once believed Jun Clan’s Divine Son could never match Long Hao.

Now, the image of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Hao apart replayed in her mind like a nightmare.

“Join them on their journey.” Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze was cold.

“No… no! Please, Divine Son of the Jun Clan, spare me! Yu Zhu will serve as your slave, devoted to you for life!”

The feathered woman kept banging her head, weeping.

Undeniably, some ancient royal clans or demon race women possessed charm beyond that of human women.

Take Yu Zhu—her back bore snowy feathered wings, her skin luminous, her face exquisite.

Even at an auction, she could fetch a heavenly price.

Jun Xiaoyao spoke coldly: “Do you think you’re worthy to be my concubine?”

Even Zhu Que’s imperial princess, Bai Yuer, was merely his slave.

What right did this feathered woman have to be his slave?

Jun Xiaoyao brought down his palm.

“No!” Yu Zhu screamed, utterly stunned—she hadn’t even been worthy to be his slave.

Puch!

The last ancient royal clan prodigy was dead.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao’s merciless strike, some guests wiped sweat from their brows.

The Jun Clan are all ruthless bastards…

But worse was yet to come—Jun Zhantian and several clan elders carried the Azure Dragon quasi-supreme’s corpse over.

They immediately ignited spiritual fire and began roasting the black dragon meat.

The four corners fell silent; all were stunned, mouths agape.

Roasting the corpse of a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest?

Though for humans, anything not human-shaped was edible…

But this was the flesh of a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest—who dared eat it?

Even if placed before them, none would dare lift a chopstick.

Should the Ancestral Dragon Nest take offense, they’d wipe out these factions in an instant.

After all, they weren’t the Jun Clan, Jiang Clan, or Ye Clan—ancient clans who could withstand the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s wrath.

“Ladies and gentlemen, help yourselves,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly, seeing nothing wrong.

“Wah wah wah, we can eat dragon meat now!” Jiang Luoli squealed with excitement.

Though she was the Jiang Clan’s precious jewel, she’d never casually eaten dragon meat, let alone quasi-supreme-level dragon meat.

And with the Jiang Clan behind her, she had no fear of retaliation from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Jun Xiaoyao would eat too, but before that, he had another matter to handle.

He walked to Long Hao’s corpse, raised his hand, and poured forth vast golden magic power, extracting Long Hao’s dragon essence.

Normally, once dragon essence was fully assimilated, it could not be extracted.

But Long Hao had not fully digested his dragon essence, so extraction was still possible.

Moments later, a golden orb of dragon essence emerged, within which a miniature dragon writhed, roaring at Jun Xiaoyao.

“A mere dragon essence—do you think it can stop this Divine Son?” Jun Xiaoyao smirked coldly.

He raised his hand again, activating the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force once more—this time, a new transformation.

A pitch-black furnace materialized above his head, radiating a terrifying aura capable of refining all things under heaven.

“What technique is the Jun Clan’s Divine Son using?”

“I feel my soul is being sucked into that furnace!”

A group of young prodigies trembled, filled with dread.

During his year of seclusion, Jun Xiaoyao had further refined the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force.

Its strongest attack: the Mingshenzhimao .

Its strongest defense: the Mingshenshouhu .

Its greatest speed: the Demon Wings.

Now, what Jun Xiaoyao unleashed was the fourth transformation of the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force.

The strongest refinement: the Hell Furnace.

The Hell Furnace could refine all things.

Whether for combat or refining celestial treasures, it was extremely practical.

The dragon essence offered no resistance—it was instantly drawn into the Hell Furnace and forcibly refined.

A single dragon essence was formed from the lifetime’s essence and runes of a dragon cultivator.

Even Long Hao had barely managed to refine it, never fully fused.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao refined it effortlessly, without strain, and certainly without his body exploding.

No energy could ever burst the body of a Primordial Ancient Body.

The instant Jun Xiaoyao completed refining the dragon essence, his aura surged uncontrollably again.

Boom!

The heavens gathered dark storm clouds, thunder rolling.

“Could it be… the Jun Clan’s Divine Son is about to break through again?!”