Withstanding the Dragon-Severing Hand Unscathed, Tearing Off Long Haotian's Arm (Third Update)

Boom!

A thunderous crash rang out.

Dust surged in all directions, and heaven and earth shook!

All the guests fell silent as cicadas in winter, staring blankly at the white-robed figure struck by the Dragon-Severing Hand.

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

then Jun Xiaoyao's lightning-fast reaction was even more unexpected.

But what Long Haotian had unleashed was the Ancestral Dragon Nest's supreme divine ability, the Dragon-Severing Hand.

Once such a great divine ability was unleashed, even those protected by Marquis-grade weapons would suffer grievous injuries, let alone someone taking the blow head-on.

Long Haotian had once used this great divine ability to blast to death more than ten top geniuses from major orthodoxies.

"Divine Son!" Jun Xuehuang's face turned pale at an alarming speed, drained of all color.

If Jun Xiaoyao suffered grievous injuries or came to harm because of her, even death ten thousand times would not absolve Jun Xuehuang of blame.

After all, her importance to the Jun Family was nowhere near Jun Xiaoyao's.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Jiang Luoli's pretty face also changed color.

Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and the others all changed expression as well.

The current Jun Xiaoyao could be said to be the most important core figure among the Jun Family's younger generation.

If anything happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Could it be... that the Jun Family Divine Son's Tenth Birthday Banquet will turn into a banquet of bloodshed?"

"Will the Jun Family Divine Son's legend end before it has even begun?"

All around, the expressions of the guests who had come to the banquet froze.

If that truly happened, the Jun Family's reputation would plummet like a stone.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest, on the other hand, would rise to great fame.

At that moment, heaven and earth fell deathly silent. Countless eyes gathered upon that peerless figure dressed in white.

"Eh... something is wrong with that state..." the old Daoist from the Heavenly Dao Sect said in surprise.

By all reason, after being struck by Long Haotian's Dragon-Severing Hand, even if his body had not been shattered, he should at least have coughed blood and flown backward.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao stood utterly motionless, with not the slightest expression on his face.

Only those deep pupils, like ancient wells, carried an extreme indifference.

At this point, everyone noticed that something was amiss.

Jun Xiaoyao's reaction was far too ordinary. His body had not even moved an inch.

"Is the Divine Son forcing himself to endure it?" some people muttered inwardly as they watched.

Yet only Long Haotian himself could most keenly sense Jun Xiaoyao's condition.

"Y-you... your physical body..." Long Haotian's dragon eyes were filled with shock.

His hand had struck Jun Xiaoyao's chest, yet it felt as though he had hit a piece of Primordial Immortal Gold.

Not only had he failed to budge Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest, his own palm had been jolted into pain.

One had to know that he was of the Dragon Race.

The Dragon Race's physical bodies were unparalleled in this age; this was practically common knowledge throughout the Immortal Domain.

Yet now, even when Jun Xiaoyao stood there and let him strike him, he could not be harmed. How was that possible?

"Is that all?"

Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly. Though not a single word of humiliation was spoken,

it still made Long Haotian's face flush red as anger rose in his heart.

"What is going on with you? Could it be that you cannot bear to lose face, so you are forcibly suppressing the injuries inside your body?"

This was the only possibility Long Haotian could think of.

"Heh... you're overthinking it..."

As Jun Xiaoyao's words fell, a cold gleam suddenly burst from his eyes.

He reached out and directly seized the arm Long Haotian had struck against his chest, as forty thousand Divine Elephant Particles within his body erupted at once.

In an instant, the force of four hundred million jin surged forth.

Rip!

Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and pulled viciously!

Accompanied by a scream, Long Haotian's arm was forcibly torn off by Jun Xiaoyao!

Blood sprayed through the air, dragon blood splashing everywhere!

Long Haotian staggered backward, clutching the stump of his severed arm. His face was pale, filled with utter disbelief!

It was not only Long Haotian. Every guest present had lost their voice!

No one had expected such a reversal.

After taking Long Haotian's Dragon-Severing Hand head-on, Jun Xiaoyao was not only unharmed, but had even torn off Long Haotian's arm with such savage force.

Who could have imagined that?

"The Jun Family Divine Son's aura is steady. He indeed does not appear injured," the old Daoist from the Heavenly Dao Sect said.

Hearing his words, people from many factions finally understood. Then, they looked at Jun Xiaoyao as though they were looking at a monster.

After all, throughout the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, there were only a handful of geniuses capable of taking a Dragon-Severing Hand from the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son head-on.

Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao had not merely endured it or been injured by it. He was completely unharmed.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is terrifying indeed, even under heaven and earth's shackles!" many young geniuses thought in shock.

"Divine Son..." Jun Xuehuang also let out a sigh of relief, her gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao filled with gratitude.

"You should step back for now. Leave this loach to me," Jun Xiaoyao said blandly.

"Yes." Jun Xuehuang nodded respectfully.

At that moment, she no longer seemed like the lofty Seventh Sequence of the Jun Family, but more like Jun Xiaoyao's maid.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Long Haotian's face turned livid.

He clutched the stump of his severed arm, wariness filling his eyes.

If he still underestimated Jun Xiaoyao at this point, then he would truly be a fool.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head faintly.

Beneath his skin, a faint azure glow pulsed.

After Jun Xiaoyao absorbed and refined Xiao Chen's Dragon Aura, he could condense Dragon-Scale Inner Armor within his body.

Combined with his already formidable Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, this was why Jun Xiaoyao could block Long Haotian's Dragon-Severing Hand without injury.

He could not even be bothered to use Underworld God's Guard from the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force.

"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, though I do not know what method you used to withstand that move, if you think this means you have won, you are far too naive."

Long Haotian spoke coldly.

A vigorous, majestic surge of blood and vitality suddenly erupted from within his body.

Then, beneath the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd,

the flesh at the stump of his severed arm began to squirm, and a new arm slowly grew out.

"That works too?" Some young geniuses were left gaping.

Could Long Haotian be immortal?

"No, even if the Dragon Race has abundant blood and vitality, it should be impossible for them to regrow a severed arm directly. At least, Long Haotian should not be capable of that yet."

"I understand now. It is said that Long Haotian fused with a Dragon Essence. Could it be because of the Dragon Essence..."

Everyone suddenly understood. Long Haotian had borrowed the power of the Dragon Essence.

"Oh, Dragon Essence?" A gleam flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

He looked at Long Haotian like a hunter eyeing prey.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing that look in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Long Haotian's fury blazed.

It had always been he who regarded humans as prey. Since when had a human dared regard him as prey?

Boom!

Long Haotian threw a punch, his boundless blood and vitality surging.

The crowd seemed to hear a dragon's roar. A phantom of a colossal dragon coiled around Long Haotian's fist radiance, shattering the void as it blasted toward Jun Xiaoyao.

That powerful fluctuation was like a true dragon emerging into the world, battling across the vast sky!

This was another great divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, as famous as the Dragon-Severing Hand: the Dragon Fist.

"Worthy of the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son. His strength is astonishing!"

The moment Long Haotian attacked, he subdued many of the younger generation.

Though they disliked Long Haotian's arrogance, his strength truly left them with nothing to say.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered at the sight.

He reached out, forming a hand seal as golden divine energy surged.

Behind him, it was as though a vast figure that propped up heaven and earth appeared.

"That is..."

Seeing this, many guests' pupils contracted. That boundless, mighty pressure made the hairs all over their bodies stand on end, filling them with terror!