Chapter 31

With me here, why should your family worry about the Great Emperor not emerging?

Jun Xiaoyao’s one sentence was majestic, as if it could swallow ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!

The entire grand hall, and even the entire Jun family, seemed to echo with Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

At that moment, all the major forces’ representatives who had come to the banquet had their faces freeze.

Rumble!

The nine heavens’风云 (wind and clouds) changed, thunder rolled, as if they were all echoing Jun Xiaoyao’s words!

Words are not to be spoken lightly.

Some words come with great consequences.

"Jun family’s divine son, he has an invincible aura!"

"Listening to the divine son’s words, could it be that he has the confidence to attain the position of Great Emperor?"

"This path to the throne has become interesting..."

Many of the older generation’s strong figures sighed.

And the beauties from various major forces were all moved by Jun Xiaoyao’s words.

Which beauty doesn’t wish to be paired with a hero?

"A true man should be like this..." The princess of the Great Shang Dynasty sighed, her heart already lost.

As for Jiang Luoli, she was almost drooling, losing her image as the palm pearl of the Jiang family.

Jun Xiaoyao did not pay attention to the others’ gazes but instead looked down at Jun Wanjie with a condescending gaze and said coolly, "Is this answer satisfactory to you?"

Jun Xiaoyao’s counter-question made Jun Wanjie’s throat choke, his face solemn, unable to find any words to refute.

Because just now, even he was almost intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao’s invincible aura.

At this moment, from deep within the Jun family, a hoarse voice faintly uttered a single word.

"Good."

This one word made everyone’s faces change abruptly.

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

The Eighteenth Ancestor was a senior figure in the Jun family, rarely appearing.

The last time he appeared was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor did not appear, that one word "good" clearly praised Jun Xiaoyao for his great aura.

Becoming a Great Emperor is not something anyone dares to boast about so easily.

Even some top geniuses would feel uneasy and lack confidence.

Hearing the Eighteenth Ancestor speak, what could Jun Wanjie say?

Even if he were as cold and arrogant as he was, even if he were given a hundred more lives, he would not dare to defy the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"It’s my fault, I still have other matters, I’ll take my leave."

Jun Wanjie gave Jun Xiaoyao a cold look and then, without any hesitation, turned and left.

Staying here any longer would only add to his frustration.

Seeing this, Jun Zhantian’s expression eased slightly.

Although Jun Wanjie’s character was somewhat rebellious and tyrannical, at least he wasn’t a fool and knew the bigger picture.

If he were unwilling and ended up fighting with Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, that would truly disgrace the Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao watched Jun Wanjie’s departing back, thinking about his cold gaze just now.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling.

Even if he temporarily backed down, he would find trouble for him in the future.

"Jun Wanjie, I hope you’re not as stupid as Xiao Chen. Otherwise, even if you’re a member of the Jun family, I won’t hold back." Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

Any obstacle in his way, he would clear it.

Whether the obstacle came from the outside or from within the family.

With Jun Wanjie’s departure, the atmosphere in the grand hall returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised a cup to Jun Xiaoyao.

She did not have the same hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao as Jun Wanjie, at most just a bit of envy.

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

He always appreciated those who understood the bigger picture.

"Congratulations, Divine Son." Jun Zhangjian also stood up to congratulate him.

He no longer called Jun Xiaoyao "Xiaoyao Clan Brother" because he knew he no longer had the right to do so.

With the identity of a divine son and the Zero Sequence.

In the younger generation of the Jun family, no one’s status was higher than Jun Xiaoyao’s.

Even the First Sequence, who had been in seclusion, or the Second and Third Sequences who were training outside, their status did not match Jun Xiaoyao’s.

"I wonder what the others would think if they knew that Xiaoyao Clan Brother became 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 against the top sequences.

Those who could become the top sequences of the Jun family were not simple figures, either possessing heavy pupils or some forbidden inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew that the sequences were not simple.

But he believed that with his talent and strength, he could handle any trouble.

The banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao was thinking about why the system had not prompted him to check in.

At that moment, a voice filled with arrogance and cold mockery suddenly echoed from the sky outside the Jun family’s mountain gate.

"Jun family’s divine son, your words are indeed arrogant. I wonder if your strength matches your words?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the grand hall trembled.

Who was this voice?

To dare say such things at the divine son’s tenth birthday banquet.

If you want to die, this isn’t the way to do it!

Outside the grand hall, many people from various forces looked towards the sky outside.

In the distance, a sky-spanning dragon with green wings could be seen, with a group of people standing on it.

Some had horns on their heads, some had wings on their backs, some had scales on their bodies, clearly not human.

The leader, a young man in golden robes with two dragon horns on his head, had a wildly arrogant and defiant demeanor.

The words just spoken came from his mouth.

"That’s... the dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, an ancient imperial clan!" An elder from a major force took a deep breath and said.

The ancient imperial clans were superpowers comparable to the ancient noble families, supreme great teachings, and immortal divine dynasties.

The ancient emperors of the ancient imperial clans could rival human Great Emperors.

In some eras, the ancient emperors dominated the immortal realm, standing above countless beings.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was a top force among the ancient imperial clans, ranking alongside the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain and the Ancient Qilin Cave.

And now, the dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had come to the divine son’s tenth birthday banquet.

Anyone who wasn’t a fool would know that the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s intentions were not good.

Some people recalled the grudges between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun family, their eyes gleaming.

It seemed that today, they would witness a good show.

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

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this force before.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was an opposing force to the Jun family.

In this era, the Ancestral Dragon Nest had produced a forbidden first-generation dragon, Long Aotian, who possessed imperial dragon blood and had once crushed multiple young geniuses of the Jun family.

Of course, the Jun family’s sequences had also killed the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s geniuses.

The two forces were like water and fire, incompatible.

Even his father, the White-robed Divine King Jun Wuhui, had killed a quasi-supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest at the Sage Realm, which was considered his famous battle.

"Hmph, what bad luck." Jun Zhantian’s face was solemn.

They certainly did not invite the Ancestral Dragon Nest to the banquet.

"What, the great ancient noble family Jun family, can’t even let people enter the gate?" Long Haotian’s demeanor was wildly arrogant, his tone defiant.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the other sequences all felt a surge of anger.

This dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon Nest was truly arrogant.

"Grandfather, let them in. They’re just a few mudfish."

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