A Seasoned Scavenger, Slapping Lan Qingya to Death with One Palm

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

The moment those words fell, all the cultivators present froze, then inwardly sighed in admiration.

Worthy of being the Jun Family Divine Son—he actually dared to call the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son a loach.

Long Haotian was not deaf. He had clearly heard Jun Xiaoyao's words as well.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of cold light flashing within them.

The purpose of his visit this time was to disgust the Jun Family—to trample the Jun Family Divine Son beneath his feet at his Tenth Birthday Banquet and raise the prestige of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

After all, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's reputation had never been particularly good before this.

The matter of Jun Wuhui, a Saint, tearing apart an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme with his bare hands had made the Ancestral Dragon Nest the laughingstock of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain.

Although no faction dared discuss it in front of members of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, they all mocked it behind its back.

Thus, Long Haotian wanted to return tooth for tooth and trample Jun Wuhui's descendant beneath his feet.

Moreover, Long Haotian had the confidence to do so.

He had fused with a Dragon Origin. Though he had not completely refined it, it was enough to place him at the pinnacle of the younger generation.

Other than a handful of supreme geniuses, he feared no one.

With Jun Zhantian's tacit approval, the Jun Family guards did not stop Long Haotian and the others from entering.

Besides Long Haotian, several young geniuses of the Primordial Royal Clans had come along as well.

Although the Primordial Royal Clans were somewhat weaker in foundation than the Primordial Imperial Clan, they were still top-tier factions.

Unlike Long Haotian, these beings of the Primordial Royal Clans felt somewhat uneasy inside.

After all, the Jun Family was an Ancient Desolate family with a great reputation, one of the most renowned and prosperous Ancient Desolate families.

What they were doing was tantamount to provocation. How could they not feel uneasy?

However, with Long Haotian standing before them, these beings of the Primordial Royal Clans settled their minds.

If the sky fell, the tall would hold it up. What did they have to fear?

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent as it swept over Long Haotian and the others.

Suddenly, he noticed a somewhat familiar figure.

A seductive woman in a blue dress stood behind Long Haotian, her eyes fixed on Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong with faint resentment and venom.

"Is that her?"

Jun Xiaoyao raised his brow slightly.

He had seen someone he thought he would never see again.

"It's you, Lan Qingya. What is going on here?"

On the other side, after sweeping his gaze over the scene, Jun Zhangjian's face revealed slight astonishment as well, and he could not help but shout.

Had he not expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun Family? Why was she now beside Long Haotian?

Hearing Jun Zhangjian's rebuke, a teasing smile suddenly curled across Long Haotian's lips.

Right before Jun Zhangjian's eyes, he reached out and lifted Lan Qingya's snow-white chin, his gaze filled with provocation. "What are you talking about? She is my slave girl now, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Qingya is Lord Dragon Son's slave girl," Lan Qingya replied obediently.

"You bitch!" Jun Zhangjian's black hair fluttered as his expression turned cold and stern, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

Out of consideration for their past relationship, he had merely driven Lan Qingya away and had not made things difficult for her.

Yet Lan Qingya had now brought people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest here.

One had to know that she had previously been Jun Zhangjian's follower.

After something like this happened, how would the Jun Family's higher-ups and clan elders view him?

Furthermore, Long Haotian was using Lan Qingya to slap a Jun Family Sequence in the face.

Where was Jun Zhangjian supposed to put his pride?

At this thought, Jun Zhangjian's heart sank.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could already vaguely see that several Jun Family elders wore grim expressions.

In a contest between the younger generation, it was inconvenient for the older generation to interfere, lest they lose face.

"Damn it. If I do not handle this properly, I might not even be able to keep my status as a Sequence." Jun Zhangjian clenched his fists tightly.

Just as Jun Zhangjian's expression shifted uncertainly, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"I never expected the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son to have such a hobby."

"A hobby?" Long Haotian frowned and looked toward Jun Xiaoyao.

This absurdly handsome youth was the target he had come to trample beneath his feet today.

"I never expected you to enjoy picking up worn-out shoes."

"Someone our Jun Family Sequence did not want, yet you were willing to take her in and embrace her. You truly are a seasoned scavenger."

Jun Xiaoyao's tone was casual.

But upon hearing this, Long Haotian's eyes widened, and his face immediately turned green, becoming incomparably ugly.

Was that not saying that Long Haotian was picking up trash others had discarded?

Lan Qingya's face turned pale as paper as well, shame and fury making even her fingers tremble.

No woman was willing to be called a worn-out shoe.

With two simple sentences, Jun Xiaoyao immediately turned the situation around.

Long Haotian had originally intended to humiliate a Jun Family Sequence, yet he was the one being mocked instead.

Though the people of the surrounding factions did not dare openly ridicule Long Haotian, their eyes revealed mockery and contempt.

"Divine Son..." Jun Zhangjian's heart shook.

Jun Xiaoyao was helping him out of this predicament.

At that thought, Jun Zhangjian looked at Jun Xiaoyao with faint gratitude in his eyes.

One sentence from Jun Xiaoyao had resolved his embarrassment and crisis.

"We are all family. There is no need to say anything more." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Jun Zhangjian nodded heavily, but a decision had already formed in his heart.

Jun Xiaoyao was worthy of his loyalty and following!

"The Divine Son is indeed unfathomable. With just a few words, he resolved Jun Zhangjian's predicament..." Jun Xuehuang murmured inwardly.

Jun Xiaoyao's quick wit and adaptability in the moment simply did not seem like something a ten-year-old should possess.

"Wow, I saw another side of Brother Xiaoyao again..." Jiang Luoli exclaimed in wonder.

Not only was Jun Xiaoyao as handsome as an immortal and overwhelmingly powerful, his emotional intelligence and wisdom were exceptional as well.

With a few words, he had left the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son too ashamed and furious to speak, his face utterly lost.

"Hmph, are Jun Wuhui's descendants only capable of showing off with their tongues? That is rather disappointing." Long Haotian's face darkened like still water.

"That's right. He is only a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Does he really think himself invincible beneath the heavens? Before Lord Dragon Son, he is nothing more than this." Lan Qingya spoke sharply as well.

With Long Haotian backing her, she now dared to speak.

"Nothing but a worm larva, yet you dare to chatter?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was cold and indifferent.

In his eyes, Lan Qingya was already dead. The only difference was whether she died sooner or later.

Since Lan Qingya was so eager to reincarnate, Jun Xiaoyao could only grant her wish.

Rumble!

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand. Endless golden divine energy surged like raging waves, transforming into a giant palm that directly descended to suppress and kill Lan Qingya.

This sudden move caught everyone completely off guard.

"You dare make a move before my eyes? You are far too arrogant!" Long Haotian's pupils instantly turned vertical, like golden dragon eyes.

He wanted to act and protect Lan Qingya.

"If this Divine Son wants to kill someone, no one can stop me!" Jun Xiaoyao's voice was as cold as a deity's.

He raised his other hand, and countless divine weapons surged forth—it was the Weapon-Slaying Art!

A torrent of divine weapons poured toward Long Haotian, causing his expression to change abruptly.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his expectations.

Rumble!

Before the eyes of the many surrounding factions, Long Haotian's body was violently blasted backward, his arms trembling intensely as a trace of horror surfaced in his eyes.

At that moment, the giant palm of golden mana was already pressing down above Lan Qingya's head.

"No... Lord Dragon Son, save me!"

Lan Qingya's face was pale as paper, extreme terror filling her beautiful eyes as she let out a shrill scream.

But as the giant golden palm crashed down, her scream came to an abrupt end!