Chapter 35 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Boom!

The violent sound of collision erupted.

The ground trembled as dust swirled in all directions!

All the guests were now silent, staring blankly at the figure in white that was hit by the Severing Dragon Claw.

If Long Haotian’s sudden attack supposedly would’ve caught people off guard, then Jun Xiaoyao’s extremely fast reaction time was even more surprising.

However, that technique that Long Haotian unleased was the top Abhijna of the Lair of Zulong, the Severing Dragon Claw.

Once such an Abhijna was unleashed, the target would still sustain heavy damage from taking the blow directly even if they were equipped with Noble Weapons.

Long Haotian had used such Ultimate Abhijna’s to kill off dozens of top Orthodoxical Geniuses in the past.

“Divine Child!” Jun Xuehuang’s face quickly turned pale, deprived of the color of blood.

Should Jun Xiaoyao be severely injured or caught in some kind of problem because of her, Jun Xuefeng would not be able to forgive herself even with a thousand deaths.

This was because she was far less important to the Jun Family than Jun Xiaoyao was.

Likewise, the expression on Jiang Luoli’s fair face changed. “Xiaoyao!”

The expressions of Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and others were quickly changed.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao was the most important core figure of the Jun Family’s younger generation.

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

“This… has the coming of age banquet of the Jun Family’s Divine Child become a banquet of bloodshed?”

“Is the legend of the Jun Family’s Divine Child going to end before it even began?”

Throughout the venue, the guests who came to the banquet had petrified expressions.

If that was the case, the Jun family’s reputation would plummet while the Lair of Zulong would rise to fame.

At that moment, the realm was in dead silence. The gaze of countless pairs of eyes was amassed on the figure of a peerless man in a white robe.

“Eh? This state of his… Mm, it doesn’t feel right…” an elderly cultivator from the Daoji Sect said softly.

Logically speaking, if Long Haotian’s Severing Dragon Claw hit him, he would at least vomit blood and fly backward while being shattered.

However, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t budge or change his expression.

There was only a pair of pupils that were as deep as an ancient well, with a sense of extreme apathy.

At that moment, everyone noticed that something was wrong.

Jun Xiaoyao’s reaction was so apathetic that he didn’t even move his body at all.

“Is the Divine Child forcefully holding on?” some people muttered as they looked at him.

However, only Long Haotian himself could feel the state of Jun Xiaoyao the most.

“You… your flesh…” Long Haotian’s pair of draconic eyes were filled with shock.

Having struck Jun Xiaoyao’s chest with his palm, he felt as if he had hit a piece of Primordial Celestial Gold.

Not only could he no longer move Jun Xiaoyao at all, but his palm was even aching because of the vibration.

One should’ve known that he was from the Dragon Clan.

The flesh of those from the Dragon Clan was unparalleled to anyone else in this world. Essentially everyone across the Mystic Realm agreed on such a basic fact.

Now Jun Xiaoyao was just standing there, allowing Long Haotian to hit him, but he couldn’t inflict any harm at all. How was this even possible?

“That’s it?”

Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly. Although none of his words intended to humiliate Long Haotian, it made Long Haotian’s face flushed as anger surged in his heart.

“What’s going on with you? Are forcefully suppressing your internal injuries out of pride?”

This was the only possibility that Long Haotian could think of.

“Ha… you’re overthinking things…”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words fell as a cold ray abruptly burst out of his eyes.

He extended his hand and instantly grabbed Long Haotian’s arm that remained stuck in his chest. 4000 granules of the giant elephant in his body erupted at the same time.

400 million kilos of force instantly poured out all at once.

Slur-rak!

Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and tugged fiercely!

Accompanied by a miserable shriek, Long Haotian’s arm was torn apart by Jun Xiaoyao!

Blood spurted like a whirlwind, the sanguine fluid from a dragonkin had just splattered!