Chapter 32: An Uninvited Guest, Long Haotian Arrives, But They Are Merely a Few Loaches

"With me here, why should the Jun Family worry that a Great Emperor will not emerge!"

Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence was majestic and grand, as if it were swallowing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

The entire hall, and indeed the entire Jun Family, seemed to echo with this one sentence from Jun Xiaoyao.

At that moment, the expressions of all the figures from the various major powers who had come to the banquet froze simultaneously!

Rumble!

The clouds and winds of the nine heavens changed color, and thunder rolled, as if all were echoing Jun Xiaoyao's words!

Words are not something to be spoken lightly.

Some words carry the weight of immense karma.

"The Jun Family's Divine Son possesses an invincible spirit!"

"Hearing the Divine Son say this, could it be that he has confidence to attain the position of Great Emperor?"

"This era's path to Emperor is getting interesting..."

Many elders of the older generation were sighing in admiration.

Meanwhile, the beauties from the various major powers also felt their hearts waver because of Jun Xiaoyao's words.

Which beauty would not wish to be paired with a hero?

"A true man should be like this..." the Princess of Great Shang lamented, her heart having long since fallen.

As for Jiang Luoli, she was practically drooling at the corners of her mouth, completely losing the image of the Jun Family's precious pearl.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind to the gazes of others. Instead, he looked down upon Jun Wanjie with a high-and-mighty gaze and said indifferently, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jun Xiaoyao's rhetorical question caused Jun Wanjie to choke, his face turning grim as he found himself unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.

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

Right at that moment, from deep within the Jun Family, an old voice calmly uttered a single word.

"Good."

That one word caused everyone's expression to change drastically.

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

The Eighteenth Ancestor was a figure of the ancestral level of the Jun Family and rarely appeared.

The last time he had appeared was at the birth of Jun Xiaoyao.

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not show himself, that single word of "good" was clearly an expression of appreciation for Jun Xiaoyao's grand spirit.

To claim one would attain the path of an Emperor was not something just anyone would dare to boast about.

Even some top-tier geniuses would feel a sense of trepidation and lack of certainty in their hearts.

Hearing that even the Eighteenth Ancestor had spoken, what more could Jun Wanjie say?

No matter how cold, arrogant, or domineering his personality was, even if he were given a hundred times more courage, he would not dare to defy the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"It was Wanjie's rudeness. There are other matters to attend to; I take my leave."

Jun Wanjie shot a cold glance at Jun Xiaoyao, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Staying here would only serve to add frustration to his heart.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian's expression relaxed slightly.

Although Jun Wanjie's personality was somewhat perverse and tyrannical, fortunately, he was not a fool and knew how to maintain decorum.

If he had remained unwilling and fought Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would have truly been a disgrace to the Jun Family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie's departing figure, thinking of the cold gaze he had just received.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling.

Even if he laid down his weapons for now, he would seek trouble in the future.

"Jun Wanjie, I hope you aren't as stupid as Xiao Chen. Otherwise, even if you are a member of the Jun Family, I will not hold back in the slightest," Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Any obstacle standing in his way would be swept aside.

Whether that obstacle came from the outside world or from within his own family.

With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere of the entire hall returned to normal.

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

She did not harbor the same hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao as Jun Wanjie did; at most, she felt a bit of envy.

"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his glass in return.

He had always appreciated those who knew how to conduct themselves.

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

He no longer addressed Jun Xiaoyao as "Clan Brother Xiaoyao," because he knew he no longer had that qualification.

With the status of Divine Son plus the Zero Sequence.

Among the younger generation of the Jun Family, no one's status and position should be higher than Jun Xiaoyao's.

Even the First Sequence, who was constantly in seclusion, or the Second and Third Sequences who were out training, did not hold a status equal to Jun Xiaoyao.

"I truly wonder what those few would think if they knew Clan Brother Xiaoyao had become the Zero Sequence," Jun Zhangjian thought to himself.

Although they were all part of the Jun Family's Sequences, Jun Zhangjian did not even have the courage to draw his sword when facing the top-ranked Sequences.

None of the figures who could become one of the top Sequences of the Jun Family were simple; they either possessed the Double Pupils or held some kind of forbidden inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew that those Sequences were not simple.

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

The banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, was pondering why the system had not yet prompted a sign-in.

Just then, from the horizon outside the Jun Family's mountain gate, a voice carrying arrogance and cold mockery suddenly rang out.

"The Jun Family's Divine Son certainly has a boastful tone. I wonder if your strength is worthy of your words?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the hall trembled.

Who was this?

To dare to say such words at the tenth birthday banquet of the Jun Family's Divine Son.

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

Outside the hall, many people from various powers looked toward the sky outside.

They saw a flood dragon with green wings soaring across the distant horizon, with a group of people standing upon it.

Some had twin horns, some had wings on their backs, and some had scales on their bodies; at a glance, they did not look like humans.

The youth leading them wore magnificent golden robes and had two dragon horns growing from his head, his demeanor arrogant and unruly.

The words just spoken had come from his mouth.

"That is... the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, a member of the Primordial Royal Clan!" an elder from a major power said with a deep breath.

The Primordial Royal Clan was a super power comparable to Ancient Desolate Clans, Supreme Sects, and Immortal Divine Dynasties.

The Ancient Emperors of the Primordial Royal Clan were sufficient to rival the Great Emperors of the human race.

In certain eras, the Ancient Emperors even dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above billions of living beings.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was a top-tier power within the Primordial Royal Clan, standing alongside other top royal families like the Myriad Phoenix Spirit Mountain and the Kirin Ancient Cave.

And now, the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had actually arrived at the tenth birthday banquet of the Jun Family's Divine Son.

As long as one wasn't a fool, they would know that the Ancestral Dragon Nest did not come in peace.

Some people connected the grievances between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun Family, and their eyes gleamed.

It seemed they were about to witness a good show today.

"Ancestral Dragon Nest?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this faction.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was considered a hostile force to the Jun Family.

In this era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had produced a forbidden first-generation "Dragon Aotian" who possessed the blood of the Emperor Dragon and had once crushed many young geniuses of the Jun Family.

Of course, the Jun Family's Sequences had also slaughtered geniuses from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

The two forces were essentially like fire and water.

In fact, even his father, the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui, had slaughtered a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest when he was in the Saint realm, which was considered Jun Wuhui's battle of fame.

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

They certainly would not have invited the Ancestral Dragon Nest to the banquet.

"What? Does the prestigious Ancient Desolate Clan, the Jun Family, not even dare to let people enter their gates?" Long Haotian said with an arrogant and unruly tone.

As soon as these words were spoken, fury ignited in the hearts of the Sequences, including Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang.

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

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

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