Chapter 33: A True Serial Replacement, Killing Lan Qingya with a Single Palm Strike

Jun Xiaoyao did not avoid the topic; instead, he spoke directly.

As soon as these words were uttered, every cultivator present was stunned, followed by a wave of inner admiration.

As expected of the Jun Family's Divine Son—he actually dared to call the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest a loach.

Long Haotian was not deaf and had clearly heard Jun Xiaoyao's words.

His eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a cold light.

His purpose for coming here was to spite the Jun Family—to trample the Jun Family's Divine Son under his feet during his tenth birthday banquet and to exalt the prestige of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

After all, previously, the reputation of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had never been particularly good.

The fact that Jun Wuhui, at the Saint Realm, had torn apart an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme had made the Ancestral Dragon Nest a laughingstock of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain.

Although no faction dared to discuss it to their faces, they all mocked the Ancestral Dragon Nest behind its back.

Therefore, Long Haotian wanted to return tooth for tooth and trample the descendants of Jun Wuhui under his feet.

Moreover, Long Haotian possessed the confidence to do so.

He had fused with a Dragon Essence; though not fully refined, it was enough to allow him to stand at the peak of the younger generation.

Aside from a few geniuses and Supremes, he feared no one.

With Jun Zhantian's tacit permission, the Jun Family guards did not stop Long Haotian and his group from entering.

In addition to Long Haotian, several young geniuses from the Archaic Royal Clans had also followed.

Although the Archaic Royal Clans' foundation was slightly weaker than that of the Archaic Imperial Clans, they were still top-tier powers.

Unlike Long Haotian, these beings from the Archaic Royal Clans felt somewhat uneasy in their hearts.

After all, as an Ancient Family, the Jun Family's reputation was widespread; they were considered one of the most famous and prosperous Ancient Families.

Their actions were equivalent to a provocation, so it would be strange if they weren't nervous.

However, with Long Haotian standing at the front, these Archaic Royal Clan members steadied their minds.

If the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up; what was there to fear?

On this side, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent as he swept over Long Haotian and the others.

Suddenly, he spotted a somewhat familiar figure.

A woman in a blue dress with a charming face followed behind Long Haotian, her gaze faintly carrying a trace of venomous resentment as she stared at Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Linglong.

"Is it her?"

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had seen a figure he thought he would never see again.

"It's you, Lan Qingya? What is going on here?"

On the other side, after Jun Zhangjian's gaze swept past, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but shout.

Hadn't he expelled Lan Qingya from the Jun Family? Why was she appearing by Long Haotian's side now?

Hearing Jun Zhangjian's reprimand, a playful smirk suddenly curled at the corner of Long Haotian's mouth.

Right in front of Jun Zhangjian, he reached out and lifted Lan Qingya's snow-white chin, saying with a provocative look, "What are you talking about? She is my female slave now, isn't she?"

"Yes, Qingya is the female slave of the Dragon Son," Lan Qingya said obediently.

"You wench!" Jun Zhangjian's black hair fluttered, his face turned cold and stern, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Because he cherished their past feelings, he had only driven Lan Qingya away without making things difficult for her.

As a result, Lan Qingya had now brought people from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

One must know that her previous status was that of Jun Zhangjian's follower.

With such an occurrence, how would the Jun Family's high-level elders view him?

Furthermore, Long Haotian was using Lan Qingya to slap the face of the Jun Family's Sequence.

Where would Jun Zhangjian's dignity go?

At this thought, Jun Zhangjian's heart sank.

From the corner of his eye, he could faintly see that several Jun Family elders had grim expressions.

In such contests between the younger generation, the older generation could not easily intervene, as it would tarnish their reputation.

"Damn it, if this isn't handled well, I might not even be able to keep my status in the Sequence," Jun Zhangjian clenched his fists tightly.

Just as Jun Zhangjian's expression was fluctuating, Jun Xiaoyao took a step forward and spoke in a calm tone.

"I didn't expect that the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest would have such a hobby."

"Hobby?" Long Haotian frowned and looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

This incomparably handsome youth was the target he intended to trample today.

"I didn't realize you had a hobby for picking up discarded shoes."

"The people my Jun Family's Sequence no longer wants, you are actually willing to accept and tolerate. You truly are an old scavenger."

Jun Xiaoyao's tone was casual.

But upon hearing this, Long Haotian's eyes bulged, and his face immediately turned green, becoming extremely unsightly.

Wasn't this essentially saying that he, Long Haotian, was picking up trash that others had thrown away?

Lan Qingya's face was also as pale as paper, her fingers trembling with shame and rage.

No woman would want to be called a "discarded shoe" by others.

With just two simple sentences, Jun Xiaoyao immediately flipped the situation.

Originally, Long Haotian was meant to humiliate the Jun Family's Sequence, but now, he was the one being mocked.

Although the people from the surrounding factions did not dare to mock Long Haotian openly, their eyes betrayed their mockery and disdain.

"Divine Son..." Jun Zhangjian's heart jolted.

Jun Xiaoyao was helping him out of this predicament.

At this thought, the look in Jun Zhangjian's eyes toward Jun Xiaoyao carried a hint of gratitude.

With a single sentence, Jun Xiaoyao had dissolved his embarrassment and crisis.

"We are all from the same family; there is no need for extra words," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.

Jun Zhangjian nodded heavily, having made a decision in his heart.

Jun Xiaoyao was worthy of his loyalty and following!

"The Divine Son is indeed unfathomable; with just a few words, he resolved Jun Zhangjian's dilemma..." Jun Xuehuang whispered to herself.

This kind of quick-witted adaptability in Jun Xiaoyao was simply not something a ten-year-old should possess.

"Wow, I'm seeing another side of Brother Xiaoyao..." Jiang Luoli marveled.

Not only was Jun Xiaoyao as beautiful as an immortal and possessed overwhelming strength, but his emotional intelligence and wisdom were also outstanding.

With a few words, he left the Dragon Son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest speechless with shame, losing all face.

"Hmph, are the descendants of Jun Wuhui only capable of verbal sparring? That is somewhat disappointing," Long Haotian's face was as dark as water.

"That's right, so what if he has the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body? Does he really think he is invincible under heaven? Before the Dragon Son, he is nothing special," Lan Qingya added acidly.

With Long Haotian backing her, she dared to speak up.

"Just a mere insect, yet you dare to make noise?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

In his eyes, Lan Qingya was already a dead person; it was only a matter of whether she died early or late.

Since Lan Qingya was so eager to be reincarnated, Jun Xiaoyao could only fulfill her wish.

*Rumble!*

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, and endless golden divine energy surged, transforming into a giant palm that struck directly toward Lan Qingya.

This sudden action caught everyone by surprise.

"To dare to strike in front of me is nothing short of arrogant!" Long Haotian's pupils instantly verticalized, appearing like golden dragon eyes.

He intended to strike to protect Lan Qingya.

"If this Divine Son wishes to kill, no one can stop him!" Jun Xiaoyao's voice was as cold as a deity's.

He raised his other hand, and thousands of divine weapons erupted—it was the Weapon Striking Art!

The torrent of divine weapons poured toward Long Haotian, causing his expression to change abruptly.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his expectations.

*Rumble!*

In the eyes of the many surrounding factions, Long Haotian's figure retreated violently, his arms trembling heavily, and a trace of horror appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, the giant golden divine palm had already descended upon Lan Qingya's head.

"No... Dragon Son, save me!"

Lan Qingya's face was as pale as paper, her beautiful eyes filled with extreme terror as she let out a shrill scream.

But as the golden giant palm crashed down, the scream came to an abrupt halt!