Chapter 38: Killing Long Haotian

That voice rang out, causing the world to quake and the heavens to tremble.

A terrifying dragon’s might descended, pressing down on everything.

Amid the startled gazes of all who had gathered, a massive pitch-black dragon claw, muscles bulging, thrust down from the sky. Its dark scales shone with a cold glint, and with a single swipe, it tore a fissure in the void. The resulting shockwave was so horrifying that it made onlookers’ hearts pound.

“That aura… it’s at least a Quasi-Supreme!” some of the older experts cried out in alarm. The Supreme Realm was already standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Domain, while a Quasi-Supreme was second only to a true Supreme. Even in some immortal lineages, a Quasi-Supreme was considered an absolute peak figure, a pillar of their heritage. And now, the appearance of a Quasi-Supreme had everyone in shock.

“No wonder Long Haotian is so fearless. He has someone backing him, so naturally he’s not afraid,” some people realized. However arrogant Long Haotian was, he would never have come to the Jun Family alone, just as no Jun Family genius would be foolish enough to provoke the Ancestral Dragon Nest by themselves. Someone was providing Long Haotian with protection.

“Excellent, Elder Youlong has made his move!” Long Haotian’s face lit with a look of escape from certain doom. As long as he drew breath, he had a chance to rise again. Today’s disgrace might yet be washed away one day.

“What—could the newcomer be that Youlong Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest?” Upon hearing Long Haotian’s words, some older cultivators were visibly shaken. Youlong Supreme was a Quasi-Supreme of enormous strength from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, his true form a black dragon. Long ago, he had battled a supreme figure of the human race using only his Quasi-Supreme cultivation, making his name echo across the three thousand provinces of the Immortal Domain. Later, he stayed hidden within the Ancestral Dragon Nest, rarely appearing. Now that he had reemerged, his might still shook the land and sky.

“Young member of the Jun Family, don’t push things too far. Let this matter end here.” The tone of the Youlong Supreme was cold and lofty. Clearly Long Haotian had been the one to pick a fight by coming to the Jun Family, trying to trample Jun Xiaoyao for fame. Yet now one word from Youlong Supreme was supposed to settle it. Indeed, all he could do at this point was take Long Haotian away. Attempting to kill Jun Xiaoyao inside the Jun Family’s own territory was pure fantasy. Even a true Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest could never succeed in slaying Jun Xiaoyao within his home ground.

Hearing Youlong Supreme’s words, Long Haotian finally felt some relief. Yet, when he looked at Jun Xiaoyao, his eyes were still venomous. It was his first time tasting such a crushing defeat, one so humbling that he even needed a senior from his clan to abandon dignity and rescue him. He had never been humiliated this way before. His hatred toward Jun Xiaoyao ran deep.

Observing the look in Long Haotian’s eyes, Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curved in a faint sneer. “What? Are you going to say that the next thirty years will turn the tables in your favor?”

“Hmph. My brother, Long Aotian, will make you taste defeat!” Long Haotian’s tone was bleak with resentment. He no longer dared talk about exacting revenge by his own hand. Given the combination of a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and a Supreme Bone, Jun Xiaoyao was too powerful for him to handle.

“Heh… too bad that whatever happens next is something you won’t get to see.” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled, then pressed his hand down again under Long Haotian’s shocked gaze.

“Jun Xiaoyao, are you insane? You still dare strike at me!?” Long Haotian’s face shifted as he tried to retreat.

“Impudent!” The cloud-shattering voice of Youlong Supreme echoed from the skies. Even though he, a Quasi-Supreme, had already spoken, Jun Xiaoyao paid no heed.

Boom! A gigantic dragon claw suddenly swooped down from above. In the void, innumerable runes flared—the Jun Family’s defensive formation, which activated automatically upon sensing the disturbance. Any beam of light in that formation could kill a Saint, but even that proved no match for the claw. Wherever the claw passed, formation runes were torn apart one after another. Youlong Supreme was making a move, but only to save Long Haotian rather than directly confront Jun Xiaoyao.

Crash! The pitch-black dragon claw shredded the void, detonating blasts of formation runes. Such was the power of a Quasi-Supreme.

“Are the Jun Family really not going to respond?” Many scrambled to get out of the way of that dreadful assault, casting anxious looks toward Jun Zhantian and the other family elders. Yet, faced with a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the Jun Family elders still looked unruffled. Some sharp observers noticed a hint of mocking coldness at the corners of their mouths.

The monumental Quasi-Supreme aura bore down on Jun Xiaoyao, enough to freeze most young geniuses in place. But Jun Xiaoyao disregarded it all and continued his attack. He reached into the void and summoned the Spear of the Nether God, throwing it to pierce through Long Haotian’s chest. Then, activating the extreme speed of his Demonic Wings, he closed in, striking a palm at Long Haotian in a flash.

Crack! A chain of bone-shattering sounds rang out, sending chills through the crowd. Long Haotian spat blood as the bones all over his body fractured. He hit the ground hard, left teetering on the brink of death. Finally, descending from the air, Jun Xiaoyao stomped down with a force bolstered by forty thousand giant-elephant particles, crushing Long Haotian’s chest.

Splat! A massive burst of blood and shreds of organs spewed from Long Haotian’s mouth. Even draconic toughness couldn’t endure that immense pressure. Eyes bulging, Long Haotian’s face was twisted by anger, shock, and bitter regret. “My brother… won’t… spare you…”

He died with those garbled words on his lips, wide-eyed and unseeing. The dragon child of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had fallen. Everything happened in a split second—so quickly that even Youlong Supreme hadn’t anticipated Jun Xiaoyao would be so ruthless.

“Damn it!” A furious roar rippled through the heavens. Youlong Supreme was enraged. Terrifying waves of power roiled out, causing fissures across the land. Some of the guests fell flat, overwhelmed by the pressure. Yet Jun Xiaoyao stood calmly with hands behind his back, his refined features free of any emotion, as though he were merely facing an ordinary person rather than a near-invincible Quasi-Supreme.

At that moment, a cold snort came from the depths of the Jun Family. “Since when does a mere Quasi-Supreme dare act so brazenly in my Jun Family?”

With those words, a majestic sword light burst forth from deep within the family’s domain. The dazzling beam reflected a scene as if countless immortals were falling in battle, splitting the sky with a dark rift. Black streams of chaos and space turbulence roared alongside the sword aura. When that sword swept out, Youlong Supreme let loose a thunderous cry. A massive dragon arm, spurting blood, plummeted from on high. One slash cleaved off Youlong Supreme’s arm.

Everyone watching felt chills race across their scalps. The power of that sword aura was as though it could annihilate all worlds. “That’s the Jun Family’s Immortal-Slaughtering Sword Art, one of their five peerless arts! The one attacking is the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Family!” someone shouted.

“Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Family, you just wait…” Youlong Supreme’s voice resounded from the skies, carrying a hard edge.

“Since you’ve come, you may as well stay,” came the Eighteenth Ancestor’s voice once more. Right after, two more beams of the Immortal-Slaughtering Sword Art slashed out from the depths of the Jun Family.

“No! Do you mean to provoke an Immortal War between the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Jun Family?!” For the first time, Youlong Supreme’s voice rang with genuine terror. If those two colossal factions truly clashed, the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain would be thrown into massive upheaval.

“Immortal War? So be it. My Jun Family has stood in the Immortal Domain for countless ages. Whom have we ever feared?” The Eighteenth Ancestor’s tone brimmed with unrestrained dominance.

Splurt! High above, the two sword rays swept in quick succession, unleashing a deluge of blood. The sky wept, the world shook. A colossal black dragon carcass plummeted from the distant heavens, like a deity tumbling from its pedestal. Three sword strikes from the Jun Family’s Eighteenth Ancestor had slain a Quasi-Supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.