Chapter 39 (1/2)

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

As everyone was left at a loss for words, the world remained silent!

Thousands of forces came to attend Jun Xiaoyao’s coming of age banquet.

Just now, people from these forces witnessed the downfall of a Destined Supreme from the Lair of Zulong.

This fallen Destined Supreme was also no ordinary being, but an existence that could go up against a Highest Supreme being of the human race.

However, the Jun Family’s Eighteenth Ancestor destroyed such a powerful being with three slashes.

What was going on?

A Destined Supreme could be considered the foundation of Immortal Orthodoxy.

Even on their own, they could create a top-notch mystic orthodoxy.

Despite that, the Eighteenth Ancestor killed such a being with three slashes as if he was killing a dog.

With a gulp, one young genius said, “Shouldn’t the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Family be just a common Supreme?”

One elder who knew a little bit of information about the Jun family. He said in a low guttural voice, “It was said that the most mysterious place in the Jun family is their Ancestral Temple. No one knows how many ancient ones are buried there…”

The Jun Family stood firm in the Mystic Realm for countless years in absolute brilliance. Their wisdom and power simply exceeded the expectations of ordinary beings.

Any grand patriarch buried within their Ancestral Temple would leave the Mystic Realm trembling with just a stomp of their feet.

There were also rumors that emperor-level figures resided within the Jun Family.

“Recently, the last Supreme Emperor came from the Jun Family. Supreme Emperor Jun Qitian was an unrivaled existence that could block out even the gods themselves…”

Some of the elders whispered among each other with tones filled with awe.

There was a reason why the Jun family was able to shine in the Mystic Realm for countless eras, after all.

Drops of blood whirled around in the sky, scattering as if all living beings were crying out with solemn fervor.

The fall of a Destined Supreme was enough to trigger a worldwide anomaly.

The voice of Eighteenth Ancestor’s voice rang out from the depths of the Jun Residence. “Xiaoyao, come see me after the banquet.”

“Understood.” Jun Xiaoyao tightly clenched his fist.

If he were to be completely honest, Eighteenth Ancestor’s conduct amazed Jun Xiaoyao.

He was especially amazed by the Sword Chant of the Immortal Slayer. With the words “Immortal Slayer” in its name, it was highly potent. The sheer sight of it greatly fascinated Jun Xiaoyao.

Such a top-level Abjihna may not have even been found in the Jun Family’s martial tower.

Jun Xiaoyao thought about asking for the Sword Chant of the Immortal Slayer’s inheritance from Eighteenth Ancestor when he would meet him later.

The people who came to the Jun Residence to provoke them were almost wiped out now. Such people included Supreme Youlong and the geniuses of the Far ancient imperial families.

“Oh, I forgot someone…” Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the genius of the Harpy Clan, who was on the ground shuddering in fear.

She was almost killed by Jun Xuehuang earlier, but she survived thanks to Long Haotian’s intervention.

Upon watching such a scene unravel, the genius of the Harpy Clan was now left so horrified that her liver and gallbladder almost shattered. She had even urinated out of fear, leaving the lower part of her body drenched.

Previously, she thought that the Divine Child of the Jun Family was no match for Long Haotian.

However, the sight of Jun Xiaoyao tearing Long Haotian apart with his hands now looped in her mind like a nightmare.

“You should join them,” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes were apathetic.

The genius of the Harpy Clan proceeded to kowtow as she wept, “No… no, please, spare me, Divine Child of the Jun Family. I, Yu Zhu, am willing to serve you as a maid for the rest of my life!”

The women of some Far ancient imperial family and even Demon Clans possessed charms that women of the human race didn’t.

Yu Zhu was one such example; she had pure white wings sticking out from behind her back, crystal clear skin, and an alluring complexion.

If she were to be sold at the auction, she would be worth so much money.

Jun Xiaoyao said in a chilling tone, “Do you think you’re even worthy of becoming my maid?”

Even Princess Bai Yu’er of the Ancient Kingdom of Phoenix was no more than Jun Xiaoyao’s maid.

What would make a mere genius of the Harpy Clan qualified to become his maid?

Jun Xiaoyao clapped his hand once.

“No!” Yu Zhu screamed. She never expected Jun Xiaoyao to deem her unqualified to even become his maid.

Spllurgh!