Chapter 32

"With me around, the Jun Family will never have to worry about not having a Great Emperor!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words were majestic, as if they could swallow mountains and rivers!

Jun Xiaoyao's words seemed to echo throughout the great hall and even the entire Jun Family.

At that moment, the faces of all the people from the major forces who came to the banquet froze!

Rumble!

The sky changed color and thunder rumbled, as if they were echoing Jun Xiaoyao's words!

These words were not to be said casually.

Some words would lead to great karma.

"The Son Of God of the Jun Family has an invincible spirit!"

"Listening to the Son Of God's words, could it be that he has the confidence to become a Great Emperor?"

"The road to becoming a Great Emperor is going to be interesting …"

Many of the powerhouses of the older generation sighed.

The hearts of the beauties from the major forces were also swayed by Jun Xiaoyao's words.

Which beauty did not want to be matched with a hero?

"A real man should be like this …" The Princess of the Great Shang sighed, her heart had already fallen.

As for Jiang Luoli, the corners of her mouth were almost dripping with saliva. She did not look like the pearl of the Jiang Family at all.

Jun Xiaoyao did not care about the gazes of the people around him. Instead, he looked down at Jun Wanjie and said lightly, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jun Xiaoyao's rhetorical question made Jun Wanjie's throat choke. His cheeks were gloomy, but he could not say anything to refute.

That was because even he had almost been intimidated by Jun Xiaoyao's invincible spirit just moments ago.

At that moment, an old voice came from the depths of the Jun Family's residence.

"Good."

That one word made everyone's expression change abruptly.

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

The Eighteenth Ancestor was an ancestor of the Jun Family, and he did not show up easily.

The last time he showed up was when Jun Xiaoyao was born.

This time, although the Eighteenth Ancestor still did not show up, the word "good" was obviously praising Jun Xiaoyao for his spirit.

Confirming one's Dao and becoming an Emperor was not something that anyone dared to boast about.

Even some of the top geniuses would feel uneasy and uncertain.

Since the Eighteenth Ancestor had spoken, what else could Jun Wanjie say?

No matter how arrogant and domineering he was, he would never dare to contradict the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"Wan Jie has been rude. I still have other matters to attend to. Goodbye."

Jun Wanjie glanced coldly at Jun Xiaoyao, then turned around and left without any hesitation.

If he continued to stay here, it would only add to his frustration.

Jun Zhantian's expression softened a little when he saw this.

Although this Jun Wanjie's character was somewhat unreasonable, he was not a fool and could still see the big picture.

If he was unwilling to give up and ended up fighting with Jun Xiaoyao on the spot, it would be a disgrace to the Jun Family.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Jun Wanjie's back as he left, thinking of his cold gaze just now.

He knew that Jun Wanjie was still unwilling to give up.

Even if he stopped now, he would still find trouble with 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 at all," Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He would sweep away any obstacle that stood in his way.

It didn't matter if the obstacle came from the outside world or from within the family.

With Jun Wanjie's departure, the atmosphere in the hall returned to its original state.

"Congratulations, Son Of God." Jun Xuehuang stood up and raised her glass to Jun Xiaoyao.

She didn't have the same hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao as Jun Wanjie did. At most, she was a little envious.

"Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao smiled and raised his glass to return the gesture.

He had always appreciated people who could see the big picture.

"Congratulations, Son Of God." Jun Zhanjian also stood up to congratulate him.

He didn't address Jun Xiaoyao as Xiaoyao's younger brother anymore because he knew that he no longer had that qualification.

Son Of God's identity and Sequence Zero's identity.

In the younger generation of the Jun Family, there shouldn't be anyone with a higher status than Jun Xiaoyao.

Even the Sequence One who had been in seclusion all this time, or the Sequence Two and Sequence Three who had been training outside, had a lower status than Jun Xiaoyao.

"I really don't know what kind of attitude those people would have if they knew that Xiaoyao's younger brother had become Sequence Zero," Jun Zhanjian thought to himself.

Although they were both Sequences of the Jun Family, Jun Zhanjian didn't even have the courage to draw his sword when facing the top Sequences.

To be able to become one of the top Sequences of the Jun Family, none of them were simple people. They either had polycoria or some kind of taboo inheritance.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew that those Sequences weren't simple.

However, he believed that with his talent and strength, he would be able to settle any trouble.

Then, the banquet continued.

Jun Xiaoyao was wondering why the system hadn't prompted him to check in yet.

At that moment, in the sky outside the Jun Family's mountain gate, an arrogant, cold, and mocking voice suddenly sounded.

"Son Of God of the Jun Family, your tone is indeed arrogant. I wonder if your strength is worthy of your tone?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the hall trembled.

Who was this voice?

Who dared to say such words at the Son Of God of the Jun Family's Ten Years Old Banquet?

Even if you want to die, you shouldn't die in such a way!

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

In the distant sky, a Jiao Dragon with green wings on its back crossed the sky, and a group of people stood on top of it.

Some had horns on their heads, some had wings on their backs, and some had scales on their bodies. At a glance, they didn't look like humans.

The young man in the lead was dressed in a golden robe with two dragon horns on his head. His expression was arrogant and unruly.

The words just now came from his mouth.

"That's … the Archean royalty, the Dragon Son of Zulong!" An old man from a major force took a deep breath and said.

The Archean royalty was a super force comparable to the Clan of the Ancients, the Supreme Sect, and the Immortal Jin Dynasty.

The Ancient Emperor of the Archean royalty was comparable to the Great Emperors of the human race.

In some eras, the Ancient Emperors even dominated the Immortal Realm, standing above billions of creatures.

Zulong was the top force in the Archean royalty, on par with the top royal families such as Wanhuang Spirit Mountain and the Ancient Qilin Cave.

And now, the Dragon Son of Zulong came to the Ten Years Old Banquet of the Jun Family's Son Of God.

As long as one wasn't a fool, one should know that Zulong didn't come with good intentions.

Some people couldn't help but think of the feud between Zulong and the Jun Family, and their eyes couldn't help but flicker.

It seemed that they were going to see another good show today.

"Zulong?" Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He had heard Jun Zhantian mention this force before.

Zulong was the Jun Family's enemy.

In this life, Zulong produced a forbidden first-generation Long Aotian who had the Blood of the Emperor Dragon. He had crushed many young geniuses of the Jun Family.

Of course, the Jun Family had also tortured and killed geniuses of Zulong.

The two forces were like fire and water.

Even his father, Jun Wuhui, the White-clad Divine King, had tortured and killed a Quasi-Supreme from Zulong when he was in the Saint Stage. That was the battle that made Jun Wuhui famous.

"Hmph, what bad luck." Jun Zhantian's face darkened.

It was impossible for them to invite Zulong to the banquet.

"What's wrong? The Jun Family of the Ancients doesn't even dare to let people in?" Long Haotian said arrogantly.

As soon as he said that, Jun Zhanjian, Jun Xuehuang, and the other Sequences were all furious.

This Zulong Dragon Son was really arrogant.

"Grandpa, let them in. They're just a few loaches."