Chapter 35: Bracing Against the Dragon-Intercepting Hand, Unharmed, While Severing Duanlong Haotian's Arm

Boom!

A violent, crashing roar erupted.

Dust and smoke rose in all directions, and the very heavens and earth trembled!

All the guests were now silenced by fear, staring blankly at the white-clad figure struck by the Dragon-Intercepting Hand.

If Long Haotian's sudden attack was unexpected, then Jun Xiaoyao's incredibly rapid reaction was even more astonishing.

However, what Long Haotian had unleashed was the Dragon-Intercepting Hand, a top-tier divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Once such a great divine ability was deployed, even those protected by Marquis-grade weapons would suffer heavy injuries, let alone someone attempting to tank the blow head-on.

Long Haotian had previously used this great divine ability to kill dozens of geniuses from top-tier orthodox lineages.

"Divine Son!" Jun Xuehuang's face turned pale with extreme speed, devoid of any color.

If Jun Xiaoyao were heavily injured or if anything happened to him because of her, Jun Xuehuang would be unable to atone for her fault even with ten thousand deaths.

Because her importance to the Jun family was far less than that of Jun Xiaoyao.

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

As did Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and others; their expressions shifted in unison.

The current Jun Xiaoyao was arguably the most vital core figure of 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 bloodbath?"

"Is the legend of the Jun family Divine Son going to end before it even begins?"

In all directions, the faces of all the guests who had come to the banquet were frozen.

If that were truly the case, the Jun family's reputation would plummet instantly.

Conversely, the Ancestral Dragon Nest's reputation would soar.

At this moment, the world fell into a deathly silence. Countless eyes converged upon that peerless figure dressed in white.

"Eh... that state, something is wrong..." the old Taoist from the Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect let out a soft sound of surprise.

Logically speaking, being struck by Long Haotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand, at the very least, one should be sent flying while coughing up blood, if not having their body shattered.

Yet, Jun Xiaoyao remained motionless, his face devoid of any expression.

Only his eyes, deep as an ancient well, carried an extreme sense of indifference.

Now, everyone sensed that something was amiss.

Jun Xiaoyao's reaction was too calm; his body hadn't even moved an inch.

"Is the Divine Son just forcing himself to hold on?" some people murmured to themselves as they observed.

However, only Long Haotian himself could most intimately feel Jun Xiaoyao's true state.

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

His strike against Jun Xiaoyao's chest felt as if he had hit a piece of Archaic Immortal Gold.

Not only did it fail to shake Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest, but his own palm felt the jarring pain of the impact.

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

The physical bodies of the Dragon Race were peerless in this world; this was a basic consensus in the Immortal Realm.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao was just standing there letting him strike, and he couldn't even be harmed. How was this possible?

"Is that it?"

Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly. Though it seemed like no insulting words were spoken, it caused Long Haotian's face to flush red with rising fury.

"What is going on with you? Are you perhaps too embarrassed to admit it and are forcibly suppressing your internal injuries?"

This was the only possibility Long Haotian could conceive.

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

As Jun Xiaoyao's words fell, a cold light suddenly erupted from his eyes.

He reached out, directly grabbing the arm that Long Haotian had used to strike his chest. Simultaneously, forty thousand Great Elephant particles erupted within his body.

In an instant, four hundred million catties of colossal strength surged forth.

*Rip!*

With a twist of his wrist, Jun Xiaoyao pulled violently!

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

Blood sprayed everywhere, and dragon blood splattered!

Long Haotian's figure retreated violently. Clutching the stump of his severed arm, his face was pale and filled with disbelief!

It wasn't just Long Haotian; the entire assembly of guests fell silent!

This reversal was something no one had anticipated.

Having endured a direct hit from Long Haotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand, Jun Xiaoyao was not only unharmed but had instead responded with extreme ferocity by tearing off Long Haotian's arm.

Who could have imagined such a thing?

"The Jun family Divine Son's aura is stable; he indeed does not look injured," the old Taoist from the Daoist Extreme Heaven Sect spoke up.

Hearing his words, many talents from various factions realized the truth, and their gazes toward Jun Xiaoyao shifted as if they were looking at a monster.

After all, looking across the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm, the number of geniuses capable of tanking a strike from an Ancestral Dragon Nest Dragon Son was countable on one's fingers.

Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao hadn't just endured it or been wounded; he was completely unscathed.

"The Archaic Sacred Body is terrifyingly powerful, even when constrained by the heavens and earth!" many young geniuses felt a tremor in their hearts.

"Divine Son..." Jun Xuehuang also breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes looking at Jun Xiaoyao with gratitude.

"Step back for now. Leave this loach to me," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Yes," Jun Xuehuang nodded respectfully.

At this moment, she no longer seemed like the high and mighty Seventh Sequence of the Jun family, but more like Jun Xiaoyao's maidservant.

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

He clutched the stump of his arm, his eyes filled with wariness.

If he continued to underestimate Jun Xiaoyao at this point, he would truly be a fool.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Beneath his skin, a faint green light surged.

By absorbing and refining Xiao Chen's dragon qi, Jun Xiaoyao could condense dragon-scale inner armor within his body.

Combined with his naturally powerful Archaic Sacred Body, Jun Xiaoyao was able to block Long Haotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand without injury.

He hadn't even bothered to manifest the Underworld God Protection from his Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.

"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao. Although I don't know what methods you used to withstand this move, if you think you've won, you are being far too naive," Long Haotian said coldly.

A surging, vigorous torrent of blood qi erupted from his body.

Then, under the stunned gazes of the crowd.

The flesh at the site of his severed arm actually began to writhe, and then slowly, a new arm began to grow.

"That actually works?" some young geniuses watched, jaw-dropped.

Was Long Haotian an immortal body?

"No, even if the Dragon Race has vigorous blood qi, it's impossible to regrow a severed arm just by sitting there. At the very least, Long Haotian shouldn't be able to do that."

"I understand now. Rumor has it that Long Haotian has fused with a Dragon Essence. Could it be because of the Dragon Essence..."

Now, everyone understood; Long Haotian was utilizing the power of the Dragon Essence.

"Oh, a Dragon Essence?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

The way he looked at Long Haotian was like a predator staring at its prey.

"You seek death!"

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

He was always the one who treated humans as prey; when had a human ever treated him as prey?

Boom!

Long Haotian threw a punch, his heaven-shaking blood qi surging.

The crowd seemed to hear a dragon's roar. The phantom of a giant dragon, entwined with the light of Long Haotian's fist, shattered the void and lunged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

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

This was another great divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, equal in fame to the Dragon-Intercepting Hand, called the Dragon Fist.

"As expected of an Ancestral Dragon Nest Dragon Son, his strength is incredible!"

As soon as Long Haotian made his move, he suppressed many of the younger generation.

Although they detested Long Haotian's arrogance, his actual strength was undeniable.

Seeing this, a cold smirk curled on the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's lips.

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

Behind him, a vast, heaven-reaching figure seemed to appear.

"That is..."

Seeing this, the pupils of many guests constricted simultaneously. That vast, majestic pressure made their hair stand on end and sent shivers down their spines!