Chapter 34

Boom!

A deafening crash echoed through the air.

Dust and smoke billowed up, and the earth trembled!

All the guests were now as silent as cicadas in winter, staring dumbfounded at the white-clad figure struck by the Dragon Hand.

If Long Haotian's sudden attack was unexpected,

then Jun Xiaoyao's incredibly quick reaction was even more surprising.

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

Such a powerful skill, even with the protection of a royal weapon, would still cause severe injuries, let alone being forced to withstand it directly.

Long Haotian had once used this great divine skill to kill over a dozen top-tier disciples of prestigious lineages.

"Divine Son!" Jun Xuehuang's face turned pale in an instant, drained of all color.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to suffer severe injuries or any other issues because of her, she would be unable to atone for her guilt, even at the cost of her life.

Her importance to the Jun family was far less significant compared to Jun Xiaoyao's.

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

Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and others also showed signs of alarm.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was the most crucial core figure among the younger generation of the Jun family.

If anything happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Is this... Could the Jun family's Divine Son's tenth birthday banquet turn into a bloodbath?"

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

All the guests who had come to the banquet were now frozen in shock.

If this were to happen, the Jun family's reputation would plummet.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest, on the other hand, would gain a significant boost in reputation.

At this moment, the world was silent, and countless eyes were fixed on the white-clad figure standing there.

"Hmm... That's not right..." The old Daoist from Daoji Tianzong muttered.

Logically, being hit by Long Haotian's Dragon Hand should have at least caused the target to spit blood and fly backward, if not be shattered to pieces.

But Jun Xiaoyao stood there, completely still, with no expression on his face.

Only his deep, well-like eyes showed an extreme sense of indifference.

Everyone now sensed something was off.

Jun Xiaoyao's reaction was too calm, and his body did not even flinch.

"Is the Divine Son just holding on?" Some people speculated, muttering to themselves.

However, only Long Haotian himself could truly feel Jun Xiaoyao's state.

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

His hand struck Jun Xiaoyao's chest, but it felt like hitting a piece of ancient immortal metal.

Not only did it fail to move Jun Xiaoyao, but his own hand was also painfully jolted.

After all, he was a member of the dragon race.

The physical body of the dragon race was unparalleled in the world, a consensus in the Immortal Realm.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao stood there, allowing him to hit, and he couldn't even injure him. How was this possible?

"Is that all?"

Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head, though he didn't say anything particularly insulting.

But it was enough to make Long Haotian's face turn red with anger.

"What's going on? Are you just too proud to admit your injuries and are suppressing them?"

This was the only possibility Long Haotian could think of.

"Haha... You're overthinking it..."

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed the arm that Long Haotian had used to strike his chest, and the 40,000 giant elephant particles in his body simultaneously exploded.

Instantly, 400 million pounds of immense force surged out.

Rip!

Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and pulled hard!

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

Blood spurted, and dragon blood splattered!

Long Haotian retreated, clutching the stump of his arm, his face pale with disbelief!

Not just Long Haotian, but all the guests were speechless!

This reversal was something no one had expected.

Not only did Jun Xiaoyao withstand Long Haotian's Dragon Hand without any injury, but he also fiercely tore off Long Haotian's arm.

Who could have predicted this?

"The Jun family's Divine Son's aura is steady; he doesn't seem to be injured at all," the old Daoist from Daoji Tianzong said.

Hearing his words, many of the powerful factions were enlightened, and their gazes turned to Jun Xiaoyao as if he were a monster.

After all, in the entire Immortal Realm, the number of top-tier disciples who could withstand a Dragon Hand from the Ancestral Dragon Nest's dragon prince could be counted on one hand.

Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao not only didn't resist or get injured but was completely unharmed.

"The Ancient Holy Body, even under the constraints of the world, is still terrifying!" Many young geniuses were shaken.

"Divine Son..." Jun Xuehuang also breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze filled with gratitude as she looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Step back for now; I'll handle this mudfish." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

"Yes." Jun Xuehuang nodded respectfully.

At this moment, she no longer seemed like the seventh-ranked member of the Jun family but more like Jun Xiaoyao's attendant.

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

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

At this point, if he still underestimated Jun Xiaoyao, he would be a fool.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head calmly.

Beneath his skin, a faint green light began to glow.

Jun Xiaoyao had absorbed and refined Xiao Chen's dragon aura, allowing him to form dragon scales as inner armor in his body.

Combined with his already formidable Ancient Holy Body, Jun Xiaoyao was able to withstand Long Haotian's Dragon Hand without any injury.

He didn't even bother to use the divine protection from the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Technique.

"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, I don't know what method you used to withstand that attack, but if you think you've won, you're being too naive," Long Haotian said coldly.

A surge of powerful and robust blood energy erupted from his body.

Then, under the stunned gazes of the crowd,

the flesh at the stump of his arm began to wriggle and slowly regrew a new arm.

"Is this possible?" Some young geniuses were speechless.

Is Long Haotian invincible?

"That's not right. Even with the robust blood energy of the dragon race, it's impossible to regrow a severed arm directly. At least, Long Haotian can't do it yet."

"I understand. It's said that Long Haotian has fused with a dragon core. Could it be because of the dragon core?"

The crowd was enlightened, realizing that Long Haotian had relied on the power of the dragon core.

"Oh, a dragon core?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.

He looked at Long Haotian with the gaze of a hunter eyeing his prey.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, Long Haotian's anger flared.

He had always treated humans as prey; who had ever treated him as prey?

Boom!

Long Haotian punched out, a torrent of blood energy surging forth.

The crowd seemed to hear a dragon's roar, and a giant dragon's shadow wrapped around the light of his punch, shattering the void as it charged at Jun Xiaoyao.

The powerful波动 was like a true dragon emerging, soaring through the sky!

This was another great divine skill of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, on par with the Dragon Hand, called the Dragon Fist.

"Truly worthy of being the dragon prince of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, his strength is astonishing!"

Long Haotian's first move had already intimidated many of the younger generation.

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

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a cold smile.

He reached out, forming a hand seal, and golden divine energy surged forth.

Behind him, a towering, vast figure seemed to appear.

"That is..."

Many guests' pupils contracted, the vast and overwhelming aura making their hair stand on end, sending chills down their spines!