Barbecuing the Nether Dragon Quasi-Supreme, Refining Dragon Essence, Hell Furnace

Heaven and earth fell deathly silent; the masses lost their voices!

There were hundreds, even thousands, of factions that had come to attend Jun Xiaoyao's Tenth Birthday Banquet.

Yet at this moment, the people of those factions had all witnessed the fall of a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Moreover, this was no obscure Quasi-Supreme, but an existence once capable of contending against the Peerless Supremes of the human race.

Yet such a mighty existence had been slain by three swords from the Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor.

What did that mean?

A single Quasi-Supreme could serve as the foundation of an immortal orthodoxy.

He could even establish a top-tier orthodoxy all by himself.

Yet such an existence had been slaughtered like a dog by the Eighteenth Ancestor in three strokes.

"The Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor probably isn't an ordinary Supreme expert, is he?" a young prodigy said, swallowing hard.

"It is said that the Jun Family's most mysterious place is its ancestral shrine. No one knows how many ancient monsters are buried within..."

Some elders who knew a little of the Jun Family's history spoke in grave tones.

The Jun Family had stood in the Immortal Domain for countless years, its glory reaching the utmost heights. Its foundations were simply beyond ordinary imagination.

Just the ancestors buried in its ancestral shrine—if any one of them stepped forth and stamped a foot, the Immortal Domain would tremble three times over.

Not to mention the rumors that the Jun Family might still have a Great Emperor.

"In the recent ancient era, the last Great Emperor came from the Jun Family—the Heaven-Abandoning Emperor, Jun Qitian, a peerless existence who cast aside the heavens..."

Some elders whispered among themselves, their words full of reverence.

There was a reason the Jun Family had shone across the Immortal Domain for countless eras.

Blood rain drifted down from the heavens, as though all living beings were singing a mournful song.

The fall of a Quasi-Supreme was enough to trigger phenomena in heaven and earth.

"Xiaoyao, come see me after the banquet." The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice resounded from the depths of the Jun Family.

"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands in midair.

To be honest, the Eighteenth Ancestor's methods had left even Jun Xiaoyao amazed.

Especially the Immortal-Slaying Sword Art. With Immortal Slaughter in its name, its power was terrifying to the extreme, and even Jun Xiaoyao found himself tempted.

Such a supreme martial art and divine ability could not be found even in the Jun Family's Martial Pavilion.

Jun Xiaoyao was considering whether, when he met the Eighteenth Ancestor later, he should ask him for the Immortal-Slaying Sword Art's inheritance.

At present, the people from the Primordial Imperial Clan who had come to provoke the Jun Family had nearly been wiped out to the last man.

From the Nether Dragon Quasi-Supreme down to the prodigies of the Primordial Royal Clans.

"Oh, right. I forgot one more..." Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly and looked toward the Winged Human Clan's proud daughter, who lay collapsed on the ground, trembling violently.

She had nearly been killed by Jun Xuehuang earlier. Only when Long Haotian intervened had she narrowly survived.

But now, seeing this scene, the Winged Human Clan's proud daughter was utterly terrified out of her wits. She had even wet herself, her lower body soaked.

She had once believed that the Jun Family's Divine Son could never be Long Haotian's match.

But now, the sight of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart with his bare hands replayed in her heart like a nightmare.

"You should join them on the road as well." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent.

"N-No! Please spare my life, Jun Family Divine Son! Yu Zhu is willing to be your servant, to serve Lord Divine Son for the rest of my life!"

The Winged Human Clan's proud daughter kept kowtowing and crying out.

It had to be said that some women of the Primordial Royal Clans, or the Demon Race, indeed possessed charms that human women did not.

Take Yu Zhu, for instance. Snow-white wings grew from her back, her skin was crystalline, and her features were exquisite.

Even if she were put up for auction, she could fetch an astronomical price.

Jun Xiaoyao said coldly, "Be my female slave? Are you worthy?"

Even Bai Yuer, the princess of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, was merely his female slave.

What right did a mere proud daughter of the Winged Human Clan have to be his slave?

Jun Xiaoyao brought his palm down.

"No!" Yu Zhu screamed. She had never imagined that, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was not even qualified to be a slave.

Splat!

The last proud daughter of a Primordial Royal Clan also fell.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao act without the slightest mercy, some guests wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

The Jun Family was full of ruthless people...

Yet something even more ruthless was still to come. Jun Zhantian and several clan elders directly carried over the corpse of the Nether Dragon Quasi-Supreme.

They refined it with Dao fire on the spot and began roasting black dragon meat.

The surrounding area was stunned. Everyone wore expressions of utter bewilderment, dumbfounded.

They were using the corpse of an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme for barbecue?

Although, to humans, anything that was not humanoid could be eaten.

But this was the flesh and blood of an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme. Who would dare eat it?

Even if it were placed right before the people of these factions, they would not dare lift their chopsticks.

If the Ancestral Dragon Nest bore a grudge afterward, it could flatten their factions in minutes.

After all, they were not ancient families like the Jun Family, Jiang Clan, or Ye Family. They could not bear the Ancestral Dragon Nest's wrath.

"Everyone, please help yourselves." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, seeing nothing improper about it.

"Wow, wow, wow! We get to eat dragon meat!" Little Jiang Luoli cried out excitedly.

Though she was the Jiang Clan's cherished jewel, she could not casually eat dragon meat either, much less dragon meat at the Quasi-Supreme level.

Besides, with the Jiang Clan at her back, she did not fear retaliation from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Jun Xiaoyao would eat as well, but before that, he still had one matter to handle.

He walked before Long Haotian's corpse and raised a hand. Vast golden mana surged forth as he began extracting the Dragon Essence from within Long Haotian's body.

Ordinarily, once Dragon Essence had been completely refined, it could not be extracted.

But Long Haotian had not fully digested this Dragon Essence, so it could still be extracted.

A moment later, a mass of golden Dragon Essence was extracted. Within it seemed to be a miniature dragon, hissing and roaring at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Could a mere piece of Dragon Essence possibly stump this Divine Son?" A cold curve rose at Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

He raised his hand and activated the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force once more. This time, it underwent another transformation.

A pitch-black furnace manifested above his head, carrying a terrifying aura capable of refining all things in heaven and earth.

"What sort of technique is the Jun Family Divine Son using?"

"Why do I feel as though even my soul is about to be sucked into that furnace?"

A group of young prodigies trembled, fear rising in their hearts.

During this year of seclusion, Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force had advanced once again.

For his strongest attack, he had the Underworld God's Spear.

For his strongest defense, he had the Underworld God's Guard.

For his greatest speed, he had the Demon Wings.

And now, what Jun Xiaoyao displayed was the fourth transformation of the Divine Elephant Suppresses Prison Force.

The strongest refinement technique: the Hell Furnace.

The Hell Furnace could refine all things.

Whether used against enemies or to refine heavenly treasures, it was exceedingly practical.

That piece of Dragon Essence had almost no power to resist before it was drawn into the Hell Furnace and forcibly refined.

A piece of Dragon Essence was condensed from the lifelong essence of flesh and blood, as well as the rune divine abilities, of a Dragon Race expert.

Even Long Haotian had only refined it with difficulty and had not completely fused with it.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao refined it effortlessly, without feeling the slightest strain, much less any possibility of his body exploding from the excess power.

There was not yet any energy capable of bursting apart the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

And at the instant Jun Xiaoyao refined the Dragon Essence, his aura once again began to rise beyond his control.

Rumble!

Tribulation clouds began gathering in the sky, thunder rolling through them.

"Could it be... the Jun Family Divine Son is about to break through again?!"