Chapter 39

The world was dead silent, and everyone was speechless!

Hundreds and thousands of forces came to attend Jun Xiaoyao's Ten Years Old Banquet.

At this moment, the people of these forces had witnessed the fall of a Quasi-Supreme from the Lair of Zulong with their own eyes.

Moreover, the one who fell was not a nameless Quasi-Supreme, but an existence who could compete with the Supreme Beings of the human race.

However, such a powerful existence was killed by the Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor in three moves.

What did that mean?

A Quasi-Supreme could be regarded as the foundation of an immortal orthodoxy.

They could even create a top orthodoxy on their own.

However, such an existence was killed by the Eighteenth Ancestor in three moves like a dog.

"The Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor should not be an ordinary Supreme Being, right?" A young genius swallowed hard and said.

"Rumor has it that the most mysterious place in the Jun Family is the ancestral temple. No one knows how many old antiques are buried there …"

Some old people who knew a little about the Jun Family said in a deep voice.

The Jun Family had stood in the Mystic Realm for countless years and was extremely glorious. Its foundation was simply unimaginable.

Any one of the Great Ancestors buried in the ancestral temple could make the Mystic Realm tremble with a stomp of their feet.

Not to mention, there were rumors that the Jun Family might have Great Emperors.

"In the Late Ancient Era, the last Great Emperor came from the Jun Family. Qitian the Great Emperor, Jun Qitian, was a supreme existence who abandoned the heavens …"

Some old people whispered to each other, their words full of reverence.

There was a reason why the Jun Family could shine in the Mystic Realm for countless eras.

There was a rain of blood falling from the sky, as if all living beings were singing a sad song.

The fall of a Quasi-Supreme was enough to trigger a vision of heaven and earth.

"Xiaoyao, come and see me after the banquet." The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice came from the depths of the Jun Family's residence.

"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao cupped his hands in the air.

To be honest, the Eighteenth Ancestor's methods also amazed Jun Xiaoyao.

In particular, the Immortal Slayer Sword Chant, which was named after the Immortal Slayer, was extremely powerful. Even Jun Xiaoyao was a little envious.

This kind of top-level martial art was not even found in the Jun Family's Martial Pavilion.

Jun Xiaoyao wondered if he should ask the Eighteenth Ancestor for the impartation of the Immortal-slaying Sword Chant.

The Archean royalty who had come to provoke the Jun Family had almost been completely annihilated.

From Quasi-Sovereign You Long to the prides of the ancient royal families.

"Oh, right, I forgot one more …" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the genius of the Featherman Tribe who was trembling on the ground.

Previously, she was almost killed by Jun Xuehuang. In the end, it was Long Haotian who intervened, allowing her to luckily survive.

However, upon seeing such a scene, this Featherman Clan's proud daughter felt as if her liver and guts were about to shatter. She was so scared that she pissed her pants and her lower body became wet.

She had previously thought that the Son Of God of the Jun Family would not be a match for Long Haotian.

But now, the scene of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart with his bare hands replayed in her mind like a nightmare.

"You should go with them." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were indifferent.

"No … no, please spare my life, Son Of God of the Jun Family. I am willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life, Lord Son Of God!"

The Featherman Clan's proud daughter kept kowtowing and crying.

It had to be said that some women of the ancient royal families or the demon race did indeed have charm that human women did not have.

For example, Yuzhu had a pair of snow-white wings on her back. Her skin was crystal clear, and her appearance was beautiful.

Even if she were to be auctioned, she would be able to fetch a sky-high price.

Jun Xiaoyao said coldly, "Are you worthy of being my slave?"

Even the Princess of the Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix, Bai Yu 'er, was only his slave.

What right did a mere genius of the Featherman Clan have to be his slave?

Jun Xiaoyao slammed his palm down.

"No!" Yuzhu screamed. She did not expect that in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, she was not even qualified to be a slave.

Pfft!

The last proud daughter of the ancient royal family also died.

Seeing how merciless Jun Xiaoyao was, some of the guests wiped the sweat off their foreheads.

The Jun Family was a group of ruthless people …

However, even more ruthless was yet to come. Jun Zhantian and a few other clan elders directly carried the body of Quasi-Supreme You Long over.

They refined it with the Elemental Fire on the spot and began to roast the black dragon meat.

Everyone was stunned. Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment. They were a little dumbfounded.

Zulong's Quasi-Supreme You Long was going to roast meat?

Humans could eat anything as long as it was not in the shape of a human.

However, this was Zulong's Quasi-Supreme You Long's flesh. Who would dare to eat it?

Even if it was placed in front of these people, they would not dare to touch it.

If Zulong held a grudge against them, he would flatten them in a matter of minutes.

After all, they were not the Families of the Ancients like the Jun Family, the Jiang Family, or the Ye Family. They could not bear Zulong's anger.

"Everyone, please do as you please." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly. He did not think that there was anything wrong with this.

"Wow, wow, wow, we can eat dragon meat now!" Jiang Luoli cried out excitedly.

Although she was the apple of the Jiang family's eye, it was impossible for her to casually eat dragon meat, let alone the meat of a quasi-supreme level dragon.

Moreover, she had the Jiang Family behind her, so she was not afraid of Zulong's revenge.

Jun Xiaoyao would eat it too, but before that, he had something to take care of.

He walked to Long Haotian's body and raised his hand. Vast golden Dharmic Power surged out and began to extract the dragon essence from Long Haotian's body.

Generally speaking, once the dragon essence was completely refined, it would be impossible to extract it.

However, Long Haotian had not completely digested the dragon essence, so it could still be extracted.

A moment later, a ball of golden dragon essence was extracted. There seemed to be a mini dragon within it, roaring at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Do you think a mere dragon essence can stump the Son Of God?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a cold smile.

He raised his hand and activated the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth again. This time, it was different.

A pitch-black furnace appeared above his head, carrying a terrifying aura that could refine all things in the world.

"What is the Son Of God of the Jun Family using?"

"Why do I feel like my soul is being sucked into that furnace?"

The group of young geniuses trembled in fear.

Jun Xiaoyao had made progress in the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth during his year of seclusion.

His strongest attack was the Spear of the Underworld.

His strongest defense was the Underworld Protection.

His strongest speed was the Wings of the Devil.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao was using the fourth transformation of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

His strongest refinement was the Hellfire Furnace.

The Hellfire Furnace could refine all things.

Whether it was used to fight enemies or to refine treasures of heaven and earth, it was very practical.

The dragon essence was sucked into the Hellfire Furnace without any resistance and began to be forcibly refined.

A dragon essence was condensed from the essence of a dragon's flesh and blood throughout his life and the magical runes.

Even Long Haotian was barely able to refine it and did not completely integrate it.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao was able to refine it without any difficulty, and it was impossible for his body to explode.

There was no energy that could make the body of the Sacred Body of the Ancients explode.

The moment Jun Xiaoyao refined the dragon essence, his aura rose uncontrollably again.

Rumble!

Tribulation clouds began to gather in the sky, and thunder rumbled.

"Is … is the Son Of God of the Jun Family going to make another breakthrough?!"