Chapter 39: Barbecuing the Supreme Nether Dragon

Heaven and earth turned deathly silent, and all present were struck speechless.

Countless factions had gathered for Jun Xiaoyao’s tenth birthday feast, and at this moment, everyone bore witness to the fall of a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest. Moreover, this was no obscure Quasi-Supreme; it was someone once capable of contending against a supreme existence of the human race. Yet that formidable being was vanquished by the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun family with only three sword strikes.

What did such a feat imply? A single Quasi-Supreme could form the bedrock of an immortal lineage, and alone could even found a top-tier sect. Yet one of this level was slain as easily as butchering a dog by those three sword strikes of the Eighteenth Ancestor.

“The Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun family can’t be any ordinary Supreme, can he?” a young prodigy gulped hard.

“It’s said that the most mysterious place in the Jun family is their ancestral shrine. Nobody knows how many ancient relics lie buried within…” Some older figures who knew the Jun family’s history spoke gravely.

The Jun family had stood in the Immortal Domain for untold ages, basking in unmatched splendor, its heritage far beyond common understanding. Even if just one of the old ancestors from the ancestral shrine emerged, a single stomp could send tremors throughout the Immortal Domain. Not to mention the rumors that the Jun family might harbor an Emperor-level figure.

“In a more recent era, the last Emperor hailed from the Jun family as well: the Abandoning Heaven Emperor, Jun Qitian, one who rejected the heavens themselves…” Certain elderly folk whispered to one another, voices filled with awe. The Jun family’s countless eras of prominence were neither accidental nor without cause.

Above, a rain of blood drifted down, as if all living creatures were in mourning. The death of a Quasi-Supreme was enough to stir such a celestial phenomenon.

“Xiaoyao, come see me once the banquet ends,” came the voice of the Eighteenth Ancestor from deep within the Jun estate.

“Yes,” Jun Xiaoyao answered with a respectful gesture in midair.

Truth be told, Jun Xiaoyao was astonished by the Eighteenth Ancestor’s methods. The Slaughtering Immortal Sword Art in particular—bearing the name of slaying immortals—was unbelievably powerful, enough to make him covet it. Even in the Jun family’s Martial Pavilion, such a top-tier martial art was nowhere to be found. Jun Xiaoyao began considering whether he should ask the Eighteenth Ancestor for its inheritance when they met.

As for those ancient imperial clans that came to challenge the Jun family, their ranks had essentially been wiped out—from the Quasi-Supreme Youlong down to their young elites.

“Oh, right, there’s still one more…” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow at the trembling proud daughter of the Yu race sprawled on the ground. Earlier, she had nearly been killed by Jun Xuehuang, then was spared only because of Long Haotian’s intervention. But now, faced with this harrowing spectacle, the Yu woman was terrified to her core, to the point of wetting herself. She had once believed the Jun family’s Divine Child could never best Long Haotian, yet the memory of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart now replayed in her mind like a nightmare.

“You can join them on the road,” Jun Xiaoyao said, his gaze cold.

“N-no… please, spare me, Divine Child of the Jun family! Yu Zhu is willing to be your slave, to serve you for all my days!” The Yu woman kept bowing her head, voice tearful.

It was true that some women of ancient royal or demonic lineages possessed an allure human women often lacked. Yu Zhu, for instance, with her snowy-white wings, flawless skin, and delicate features, would likely fetch a fortune at auction.

Jun Xiaoyao’s tone was frosty. “My servant? You think you’re worthy?” Even Bai Yuer, princess of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, was merely a slave to him. A mere Yu woman hardly qualified for such a role. He struck with a palm.

“No!” Yu Zhu shrieked, unable to believe that in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, she was not even worthy to be enslaved. A gruesome splatter followed. The last scion of those ancient royal clans fell in death.

Observing Jun Xiaoyao’s ruthless strike, some of the guests wiped sweat from their foreheads. The Jun family was truly made up of fearsome people. Yet an even more brutal sight came next, as Jun Zhantian and several clan elders dragged the Quasi-Supreme Youlong’s corpse over and began roasting black dragon flesh with Dao Fire right before everyone’s eyes.

Shock spread in every direction, and all onlookers had the same stunned expression. Roasting the flesh of a Quasi-Supreme from the Ancestral Dragon Nest?! For humans, anything not in human form could be eaten, but this was the flesh of a Quasi-Supreme, and few would dare partake. Even if placed before them, none of the visiting factions would dare pick up a single piece; to offend the Ancestral Dragon Nest would be to court annihilation. They were not the Jun, Jiang, or Ye families, ancient houses capable of enduring such wrath.

“Please, everyone, help yourselves.” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, seeing no issue with it.

“Wow! We can eat dragon meat!” squealed Jiang Luoli, a little girl who was overjoyed. Although she was her clan’s cherished pearl, the opportunity to eat dragon meat—especially that of a Quasi-Supreme—was extraordinary. Besides, with the Jiang family backing her, she feared no retribution from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Jun Xiaoyao intended to eat too, but first, there was one more matter to attend to. He approached Long Haotian’s corpse, raised his hand, and unleashed a surge of resplendent golden power, beginning to extract the dragon essence within. Typically, once dragon essence was thoroughly refined, it could not be drawn out again, but since Long Haotian had not fully digested it, there was still enough to extract. Moments later, a sphere of golden dragon essence was pulled free, seeming to contain a diminutive dragon that roared and bellowed at Jun Xiaoyao.

“A mere dragon essence can’t stop this Divine Child,” Jun Xiaoyao said with a cold smirk. He lifted his hand anew and channeled the God-Exterminating Elephant Suppression Technique, revealing yet another transformation. A pitch-black furnace materialized above his head, exuding an aura that threatened to refine all in existence.

“What kind of technique is the Jun family’s Divine Child using now?”

“I feel like my very soul is being drawn into that furnace…” Several young geniuses shuddered, deeply unsettled. Over the past year of secluded cultivation, Jun Xiaoyao had pushed the God-Exterminating Elephant Suppression Technique to new heights:

• Its strongest attack was the Spear of the Nether God.

• Its greatest defense was the Nether God’s Guard.

• Its fastest movement was conferred by the Demonic Wings.

Now, what he employed was the technique’s fourth transformation—its supreme refinement form, the Hell Furnace. It could refine all things, be it enemies or rare treasures, making it exceedingly versatile. The dragon essence offered no resistance and was drawn into the Hell Furnace, forcibly refined. A dragon essence, formed of a dragon’s lifetime of blood, flesh, and divine runes, was difficult for even Long Haotian to subdue, but Jun Xiaoyao refined it with ease. There was no struggle, and no risk of his body failing to contain it. No power so far could possibly overwhelm the Primeval Sacred Body.

The instant Jun Xiaoyao finished refining the dragon essence, his aura surged once again, unstoppable in its swell. Thunderous rumbles echoed in the heavens as dark clouds gathered overhead.

“Could it be… the Jun family’s Divine Child is about to break through once more?!”