Chapter 39: Barbecuing the Ghost Dragon Sovereign, Refining Dragon Essence, and the Hellish Furnace

The heavens and earth fell into a deathly silence; the masses lost their voices!

Hundreds, if not thousands, of factions had come to attend Jun Xiaoyao's tenth-year banquet.

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

Furthermore, the one who fell was no obscure Quasi-Supreme, but an existence who had once been able to contend with the Supreme beings of the Human Race.

Yet, even such a powerful existence had been slain by the three swords of the Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor.

What concept was this?

A single Quasi-Supreme could serve as the foundation of an Immortal Lineage.

One could even establish a top-tier lineage single-handedly.

Yet, such an existence was slaughtered like a dog by the Eighteenth Ancestor's three swords.

"The Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor shouldn't be an ordinary Supreme powerhouse, right?" a young genius said, swallowing hard.

"Rumor has it that the most mysterious place in the Jun Family is the Ancestral Hall. No one knows how many old antiques are buried within..." some elders, who possessed a slight understanding of the Jun Family's history, said in deep tones.

The Jun Family had stood tall in the Immortal Realm for countless years, reaching the heights of glory; their foundation was beyond ordinary imagination.

Just one ancestor emerging from the Ancestral Hall would be enough to make the Immortal Realm tremble with a single stomp of their foot.

Not to mention the rumors that the Jun Family might even possess an Emperor.

"In the Recent Ancient Era, the last Great Emperor came from the Jun Family—the Heaven-Forsaking Emperor, Jun Qitian, a supreme existence who abandoned the heavens..." some elders whispered to one another, their words filled with awe.

There was a reason the Jun Family could dominate the Immortal Realm for countless epochs.

In the sky, blood-rain drifted, as if all living beings were singing a dirge.

The fall of a Quasi-Supreme was enough to trigger celestial phenomena.

"Xiaoyao, come see me after the banquet," the voice of the Eighteenth Ancestor drifted from the depths of the Jun Family.

"Yes," Jun Xiaoyao replied, cupping his hands in mid-air.

To be honest, the Eighteenth Ancestor's methods also left Jun Xiaoyao in awe.

Particularly the Immortal Slaughter Sword Art; named after the slaughter of immortals, its power was so extreme that even Jun Xiaoyao felt a sense of envy.

This kind of top-tier martial divine ability could not even be found in the Jun Family's Martial Pavilion.

Jun Xiaoyao was calculating whether he should ask for the inheritance of the Immortal Slaughter Sword Art when he met the Eighteenth Ancestor later.

Currently, the members of the Archaic Royal Clans who had come to the Jun Family to provoke them were almost entirely wiped out.

From the Quasi-Supreme You Long down to the geniuses of the Archaic Royal Clans.

"Oh, right, I forgot one..." Jun Xiaoyao slightly raised an eyebrow and looked toward the avian woman of the Feathered Race, who was collapsed on the ground, trembling.

She had nearly been killed by Jun Xuehuang earlier, and it was only through Long Haotian's intervention that she had narrowly survived.

But now, seeing this scene, the pride of the Feathered Race felt her heart shatter with fear; she was so terrified that she had even soiled herself.

She had previously believed that the Jun Family's Divine Son would certainly not be a match for Long Haotian.

Yet now, the scene of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart replayed in her mind like a nightmare.

"You may join them on their journey," Jun Xiaoyao said with indifferent eyes.

"No... no! Please, Jun Family Divine Son, spare my life! Yu Zhu is willing to be your slave and maid, serving the Divine Son for the rest of her life!" the avian woman cried, kowtowing incessantly.

It had to be said that some women of the Archaic Royal Clans or the Demon Race possessed a charm that human women lacked.

Take Yu Zhu, for example: she had snow-white wings on her back, translucent skin, and a beautiful countenance.

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

Jun Xiaoyao said coldly, "Do you even deserve to be my female slave?"

Even the Princess of the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom, Bai Yu'er, was merely his female slave.

What right did a mere pride of the Feathered Race have to be his slave?

Jun Xiaoyao struck down with a palm.

"No!" Yu Zhu screamed, completely unable to imagine that in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she didn't even qualify to be a slave.

*Puchi!*

The last genius of the Archaic Royal Clans also fell.

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

The Jun Family is truly a group of ruthless people...

However, even more ruthless things were to come. Jun Zhantian and several other clan elders carried the corpse of the Quasi-Supreme You Long directly over.

They used Dao Fire to refine it on the spot, beginning to roast the black dragon meat.

The surroundings were stunned; everyone looked bewildered and dumbfounded.

Using the corpse of the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Quasi-Supreme to roast meat?

While it was true that for humans, anything that wasn't human-shaped could be eaten, this was the flesh and blood of a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest. Who would dare eat it?

Even with it placed before the members of these factions, they didn't dare lift their chopsticks.

If they were targeted by the Ancestral Dragon Nest, their factions could be leveled in an instant.

After all, they were not the Jun, Jiang, or Ye families—the Archaic Great Families—and they could not withstand the wrath of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

"Everyone, please, help yourselves," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile, seeing nothing wrong with it.

"Waaah, we can eat dragon meat!" the little girl Jiang Luoli cried out in excitement.

Although she was the precious pearl of the Jiang Family, she wouldn't normally be able to eat dragon meat, let alone meat from a Quasi-Supreme level dragon.

Furthermore, backed by the Jiang Family, she did not fear retaliation from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

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

He walked to Long Haotian's corpse, raised his hand, and a vast surge of golden Dharmic power erupted, beginning to extract the Dragon Essence from within the corpse.

Generally speaking, once Dragon Essence is completely refined, it cannot be extracted.

But because Long Haotian had not yet fully digested the Dragon Essence, it could still be pulled out.

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

"Can a mere piece of Dragon Essence truly stump this Divine Son?" A cold arc curled at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's mouth.

He raised his hand and once again activated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Strength, this time with a different transformation.

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

"What kind of method is the Jun Family Divine Son performing?"

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

A group of young geniuses trembled, filled with dread.

During his year of secluded cultivation, Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Strength had improved once again.

The strongest attack: Spear of the Underworld God.

The strongest defense: Protection of the Underworld God.

The strongest speed: Wings of the Demon.

Now, what Jun Xiaoyao was performing was the fourth transformation of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Strength.

The strongest refinement: Hellish Furnace.

The Hellish Furnace could refine all things.

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

The piece of Dragon Essence had almost no power to resist before being sucked into the Hellish Furnace to undergo forced refinement.

A single Dragon Essence is condensed from the lifelong essence of blood and flesh and the runes and divine abilities of a dragon powerhouse.

Even Long Haotian had only barely refined it and had not completely integrated it.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao refined it with ease, without any sense of strain, and without any possibility of his body exploding from the pressure.

There was no energy in existence that could cause the body of the Archaic Saint Body to explode.

And at the very moment Jun Xiaoyao refined the Dragon Essence, his aura began to rise uncontrollably once more.

*Rumble!*

Tribulation clouds began to gather in the firmament, and thunder rolled.

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