With here, why should the Jun family worry about not producing a Great Emperor!
Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence was majestic in montum, as if swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
The entire grand hall, and even the entire Jun family, seed to reverberate with this sentence from Jun Xiaoyao.
At that mont, the complexions of all the figures from the major powers who had co to the banquet collectively froze!
Rumble!
The winds and clouds in the nine heavens changed color, and thunder rolled, as if in agreent with Jun Xiaoyao's words!
Words cannot be spoken carelessly.
So words will bear great karmic consequences.
"The Jun family's Divine Son possesses an invincible spirit!"
"Hearing the Divine Son's words, could it be that he has the confidence to attain the position of Great Emperor?"
"The Emperor's Road of this era has beco interesting..."
Many older generation experts were sighing with emotion.
And the beautiful won from the various major powers also had their hearts stirred by Jun Xiaoyao's words.
Which beauty does not wish to be paired with a hero?
"A true man should be like this..." the Great Shang Princess sighed, her heart already completely fallen.
As for Jiang Luoli, saliva was almost drooling from the corner of her mouth, completely unbecoming of the image of the Jiang family's cherished pearl.
Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind to the gazes of others, instead, his eyes looked down condescendingly at Jun Wanjie as he said faintly, "This answer, are you satisfied?"
Jun Xiaoyao's rhetorical question made Jun Wanjie's throat tighten. His face darkened, and he was愣 (stunned/speechless), unable to utter a word of rebuttal.
Because just now, even he was almost awed by Jun Xiaoyao's invincible spirit.
And just at this mont, from the depths of the Jun family, an aged voice faintly uttered a single word.
"Good."
One word caused everyone's expression to change abruptly.
"It's 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 ti he appeared was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.
This ti, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not appear, that single word "good" was clearly in praise of Jun Xiaoyao, for having great spirit.
Attaining emperorship was not sothing anyone dared to boast about.
Even so top prodigies would feel apprehensive and lack confidence.
Hearing that even the Eighteenth Ancestor had spoken, what more could Jun Wanjie say?
Even if his personality was cold, arrogant, and domineering, even if he were given a hundred more guts, he wouldn't dare to contradict the Eighteenth Ancestor.
"It was Wanjie who was impolite. I still have other matters, farewell."
Jun Wanjie gave Jun Xiaoyao a cold look, then without any hesitation, turned and left.
If he continued to stay here, it would only add to his own vexation.
Seeing this, Jun Zhantian's expression softened slightly.
Although this Jun Wanjie's personality was sowhat perverse and unreasonable, fortunately, he wasn't a fool and still understood the bigger picture.
If he had been unwilling to give up and ended up fighting Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would have truly shad the Jun family.
Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie's departing back, thinking of his icy gaze just now.
He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling.
Even if he temporarily backed down now, 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 are a Jun family mber, I will not show any rcy," Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.
Any obstacle that stood in his way, he would sweep aside.
Regardless of whether this obstacle ca from the outside world or from within the family.
With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere in the entire grand hall returned to normal.
"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised her cup to Jun Xiaoyao.
She didn't have the sa hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao as Jun Wanjie did; at most, it was just a little envy.
"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his cup in return.
He always appreciated people who understood the bigger picture.
"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Zhangjian also stood up to congratulate him.
He no longer addressed Jun Xiaoyao as "younger clan brother Xiaoyao," because he knew he no longer had that qualification.
Divine Son status plus Sequence Zero.
Among the younger generation of the Jun family, there should be no one with a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.
Even the First Sequence, who was always in seclusion, or the Second and Third Sequences who were out training, their status was not equal to Jun Xiaoyao's.
"I really don't know what their attitude will be if those few find out that younger clan brother Xiaoyao has beco Sequence Zero," Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.
Although they were all Jun family Sequences, Jun Zhangjian didn't even have the courage to draw his sword when facing the top few Sequences.
Those who could beco the top few Sequences of the Jun family were no simple characters; they either possessed double pupils or had so kind of taboo inheritance.
Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew that those Sequences were not simple.
However, he believed that with his talent and strength, any trouble would be settled.
Next, the banquet continued.
Jun Xiaoyao was pondering why the system hadn't prompted him to sign in yet.
And just at this mont, from the sky outside the Jun family's mountain gate, a voice filled with arrogance and cold, playful ridicule suddenly sounded.
"Jun family Divine Son, your tone is indeed rampant. I just don't know if your strength matches your tone?"
Hearing this voice, everyone in the grand hall trembled.
Whose voice was this?
Daring to say such words at the Jun family Divine Son's tenth birthday banquet.
If one wanted to court death, this wasn't the way to do it!
Outside the grand hall, many people from various powers looked towards the sky outside the hall.
They saw in the distant sky, a flood dragon with green wings crossing the firmant, with a group of people standing on it.
So had twin horns, so had twin wings, so had scales on their bodies; at a glance, they didn't look like humans.
The leading youth was dressed in magnificent golden robes, with two dragon horns growing on his head, his deanor arrogant and unruly.
The words just now had co from his mouth.
"That's... a Dragon Son of the Primordial Imperial Clan, the Ancestral Dragon Nest!" an old man from a major power said, taking a deep breath.
Primordial Imperial Clans, those were super-powers comparable to ancient aristocratic families, supre great sects, and immortal divine dynasties.
The Ancient Emperors of the Primordial Imperial Clans were comparable to Human Great Emperors.
In so epochs, Ancient Emperors even dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above billions of living beings.
The Ancestral Dragon Nest was a top-tier power among the Primordial Imperial Clans, on par with top imperial clans like the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain and the Qilin Ancient Cave.
And now, a Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had actually co to the Jun family Divine Son's tenth birthday banquet.
As long as one wasn't a fool, they should know that the Ancestral Dragon Nest's arrival was not with good intentions.
So people recalled the enmity between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun family, and a glint couldn't help but flicker in their eyes.
It seed they were going to see another good show today.
"Ancestral Dragon Nest?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.
He had heard Jun Zhantian ntion this power.
The Ancestral Dragon Nest was considered an enemy force of the Jun family.
In this era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had produced a taboo First Generation, Long Aotian, who possessed Imperial Dragon Blood and had once crushed many young prodigies of the Jun family.
Of course, Jun family Sequences had also slaughtered prodigies of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
The two powers were like fire and water.
Even his father, the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui, when he was in the Saint realm, had slaughtered a Quasi-Supre from the Ancestral Dragon Nest. That was considered Jun Wuhui's battle of fa.
"Hmph, truly unlucky." Jun Zhantian's face darkened.
They naturally wouldn't have invited the Ancestral Dragon Nest to the banquet.
"What, the dignified Ancient Aristocratic Jun Family, don't you even dare to let people enter your gates?" Long Haotian's deanor was arrogant, his tone unruly.
As soon as these words ca out, anger ignited in the hearts of Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and other Sequences.
This Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest was truly arrogant.
"Grandpa, let them in. It's just a few loaches."
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression composed and indifferent.
(End of this Chapter)
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