An Uninvited Guest: Long Haotian Arrives-Nothing but a Few Loaches

With me here, why should the Jun Family fear that no Great Emperor will emerge!

Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence was majestic, as though it could swallow ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

The entire grand hall, even the whole Jun Family, seemed to echo with Jun Xiaoyao's words.

At that moment, the expressions of all the figures from the major factions who had come to the banquet froze in unison!

Rumble!

The winds and clouds of the nine heavens changed color, thunder rolling like it too was echoing Jun Xiaoyao's words!

Words could not be spoken carelessly.

Some words carried immense karma.

"The Jun Family Divine Son truly possesses an invincible bearing!"

"From the Divine Son's words, could it be that he is confident of attaining the position of Great Emperor?"

"The imperial road of this era is going to be interesting..."

Many elders of the older generation sighed in admiration.

The beauties from the various factions also had their hearts stirred by Jun Xiaoyao's words.

What beauty did not wish to be matched with a hero?

"A true man should be like this..." the Great Shang Princess sighed, her heart already utterly fallen.

As for Jiang Luoli, drool was practically spilling from the corner of her mouth, utterly lacking the bearing of the Jiang Clan's cherished pearl.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no heed to the gazes of others. Instead, he looked down at Jun Wanjie from on high and said indifferently, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jun Xiaoyao's rhetorical question made Jun Wanjie's throat tighten. His face darkened, yet he could not force out a single word of rebuttal.

Because just now, even he had nearly been intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao's invincible aura.

At that moment, an aged voice from deep within the Jun Family calmly uttered a single word.

"Good."

That one word drastically changed everyone's expression.

"It is the Eighteenth Ancestor!" Even Jun Zhantian's voice trembled slightly.

The Eighteenth Ancestor was an ancestor-level figure of the Jun Family and rarely showed himself.

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

Though the Eighteenth Ancestor still had not appeared this time, that single word of approval clearly praised Jun Xiaoyao for possessing great spirit.

Proving the Dao and becoming a Great Emperor was not something just anyone dared to boast about so brazenly.

Even some peak prodigies would feel uncertain inside, without any confidence.

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

No matter how cold, proud, and domineering his temperament was, even if he had a hundred more guts, he would not dare contradict the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"Wanjie was discourteous. I still have other matters to attend to. Farewell."

Jun Wanjie cast Jun Xiaoyao a cold glance, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

If he stayed any longer, he would only make himself more miserable.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian's expression eased somewhat.

Though Jun Wanjie's temperament was somewhat perverse and overbearing, fortunately, he was no fool and still understood the greater picture.

If he had remained unwilling to concede and ended up fighting Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would truly have disgraced the Jun Family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie's departing back and recalled the cold look in his eyes.

He knew Jun Wanjie was still unwilling to accept this.

Even if he stopped for the time being, he would cause trouble for him in the future.

Jun Wanjie, I hope you're not as stupid as Xiao Chen. Otherwise, even if you're a member of the Jun Family, I won't show the slightest mercy, Jun Xiaoyao murmured inwardly.

Any obstacle standing before him, he would sweep it aside.

Whether that obstacle came from the outside world or from within the Lineage itself.

With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere in the grand hall returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Xuehuang rose and raised her cup toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Unlike Jun Wanjie, she held no hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao. At most, she felt a little envy.

"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and returned the toast.

He had always appreciated those who understood the greater picture.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Zhangjian also rose to offer his congratulations.

He no longer addressed Jun Xiaoyao as Cousin Xiaoyao, because he knew he was no longer qualified to do so.

With the status of Divine Son added to Zero Sequence,

among the younger generation of the Jun Family, no one should hold a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

Even the First Sequence, who had been in secluded cultivation all along, or the Second Sequence, Third Sequence, and others training outside, held positions inferior to Jun Xiaoyao's.

I truly wonder how those few will react when they learn that Cousin Xiaoyao has become Zero Sequence, Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.

Although they were all Jun Family Sequences, when Jun Zhangjian faced the top-ranked Sequences, he did not even have the courage to draw his sword.

None who could become one of the Jun Family's top Sequences were simple figures. They either possessed double pupils or bore some kind of forbidden inheritance.

Naturally, Jun Xiaoyao also knew those Sequences were no simple matter.

But he believed that with his talent and strength, he could settle any trouble.

The banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, was wondering why the system had yet to prompt him to sign in.

Just then, from the skies beyond the Jun Family's mountain gate, a voice filled with arrogance, cold mockery, and teasing suddenly rang out.

"Jun Family Divine Son, your words truly are arrogant. I only wonder whether your strength is worthy of such arrogance?"

Upon hearing this voice, everyone in the grand hall shuddered.

Who was this voice's owner?

Who dared say such things at the Jun Family Divine Son's Tenth Birthday Banquet?

If one wanted to die, this was not the way to do it!

Outside the grand hall, people from many factions looked toward the sky beyond the hall.

In the distant heavens, a flood dragon with azure wings on its back stretched across the firmament, bearing a group of people.

Some had twin horns growing from their heads, some had wings on their backs, while others were covered in scales. At a glance, none looked human.

At their head stood a young man in golden robes, two dragon horns growing from his head, his expression wild and unruly.

It was from his mouth that those words had come.

"That is... the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, one of the Primordial Imperial Clan!" An elder from a major faction drew a sharp breath.

The Primordial Imperial Clan was a super faction comparable to ancient aristocratic families, supreme sects, and immortal divine dynasties.

The ancient emperors of the Primordial Imperial Clan could stand shoulder to shoulder with the human Great Emperors.

In some eras, ancient emperors had even dominated the Immortal Domain, standing above countless living beings.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was one of the peak powers among the Primordial Imperial Clan, ranked alongside top imperial clans such as Myriad Phoenix Spirit Mountain and Ancient Qilin Cave.

And now, the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had actually come to the Jun Family Divine Son's Tenth Birthday Banquet.

Only a fool would fail to see that those from the Ancestral Dragon Nest had come with ill intent; those who came with good intentions did not arrive this way.

Some people recalled the grudge between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun Family, and their eyes could not help gleaming.

It seemed they would be watching another fine show today.

"Ancestral Dragon Nest?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this faction before.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest could be considered an enemy of the Jun Family.

In this era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had produced a forbidden first-generation, Long Aotian, who possessed Emperor Dragon Blood and had once crushed several young prodigies of the Jun Family.

Of course, the Jun Family Sequences had also brutally slain prodigies from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

The two factions were like fire and water, utterly irreconcilable.

Even his father, the White-Clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui, had brutally slain a Quasi-Supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest while in the Saint realm. That was Jun Wuhui's battle of renown.

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

Naturally, they had not invited the Ancestral Dragon Nest to the banquet.

"What, is the grand ancient aristocratic Jun Family too afraid to even let people through its gates?" Long Haotian said with a wild expression and an unruly tone.

As soon as he said this, anger flared in the hearts of Sequences such as Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang.

This Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest truly was arrogant.

"Grandfather, let them in. They are nothing but a few loaches."

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