Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Withstanding the Dragon-Cutting Hand Unscathed, Severing Long Haotian’s Arm (Part 3)
Boom!
A loud collision roared.
Dust rose all around, and the world trembled!
All the guests were silent as cicadas in cold weather, staring blankly at the figure in white struck by the Dragon-Cutting Hand.
If Long Haotian’s sudden strike was unexpected.
Then Jun Xiaoyao’s extremely fast reaction was even more surprising.
But what Long Haotian unleashed was the top-level divine technique of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the Dragon-Cutting Hand.
Once this great divine technique is unleashed, even with the protection of a prince’s weapon, one would suffer heavy damage, let alone withstand the blow head-on.
Long Haotian once used this great divine technique to slay two-digit top-level Daoist lineage celestial prides.
"Divine Son!" Jun Xuehuang’s face rapidly turned pale, bloodless.
If Jun Xiaoyao were to suffer heavy damage or any problems because of her, Jun Xuehuang would be guilty unto death beyond redemption.
Because her importance to the Jun Family was far less than Jun Xiaoyao’s.
"Brother Xiaoyao!" Jiang Luoli’s pretty face also changed color.
As did Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, their expressions changed as well.
Jun Xiaoyao was now arguably the most crucial figure among the Jun Family’s young generation.
If anything happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Could it be that the Jun Family’s Divine Son’s tenth birthday banquet will turn into a bloodbath feast?"
"Is the legend of the Jun Family’s Divine Son about to end before it even begins?"
All the guests who came to the banquet had frozen expressions.
If this were true, the reputation of the Jun Family would plummet.
While the Ancestral Dragon Nest’s reputation would soar.
At this moment, the world was dead silent, countless eyes gathered on that peerless figure in white.
"Hmm... That state, something’s off..." said the old Daoist from Dao Extreme Celestial Sect.
Logically, after being struck by Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand, the body should at least be shattered, or one would cough up blood and be blown back.
But Jun Xiaoyao remained motionless, with no expression at all on his face.
Only his eyes, deep as old wells, carried an extreme indifference.
At this point, everyone sensed something was amiss.
Jun Xiaoyao’s reaction was too ordinary; his body hadn’t budged an inch.
"Is the Divine Son just enduring?" Some wondered, murmuring in their hearts.
However, only Long Haotian himself could truly sense Jun Xiaoyao’s condition.
"Your... your flesh body..." Long Haotian’s dragon eyes were filled with shock.
His hand struck Jun Xiaoyao’s chest, feeling like he was hitting a piece of Ancient Immortal Gold.
Not only was Jun Xiaoyao unmoved, but Long Haotian’s palm was aching from the impact.
Keep in mind, he was a member of the Dragon Race.
The Dragon Race’s flesh body was unrivaled, a general consensus in the Immortal Realm.
Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao stood there letting him strike, and he couldn’t hurt him at all; how was this possible?
"Is that all?"
Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head, though it seemed devoid of any humiliating remark.
It made Long Haotian’s face turn red and anger fill his heart.
"What’s going on, are you suppressing your injuries just to save face?"
This was the only possibility Long Haotian could think of.
"Heh... you think too much..."
As Jun Xiaoyao finished speaking, his eyes suddenly shot out a cold and ruthless brilliance.
He reached out, directly grabbed Long Haotian’s arm that had struck his chest, and the forty thousand Giant Elephant Particles within him exploded simultaneously.
In an instant, four hundred million pounds of enormous force surged forth.
Ripping sound!
Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and yanked hard!
Accompanied by a scream, Long Haotian’s arm was brutally torn off by Jun Xiaoyao!
Blood spurted, dragon blood splattered!
Long Haotian’s body recoiled rapidly, clutching the severed arm’s stump, his face pale, filled with disbelief!
Not only Long Haotian, but all the guests were completely speechless!
This reversal was something no one had foreseen.
Taking a direct hit from Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand, Jun Xiaoyao was not only unharmed but also fiercely tore off Long Haotian’s arm.
Who could have anticipated this?
"The Jun Family’s Divine Son’s aura is steady, definitely not like someone injured," the old Daoist from Dao Extreme Celestial Sect remarked.
Upon hearing him, many powerful figures came to their senses, immediately looking at Jun Xiaoyao as if viewing a monster.
After all, throughout the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, the celestial prides who could withstand a Dragon-Cutting Hand from an Ancestral Dragon Nest Dragon Child were desperately few.
The most crucial point was, Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t endured or gotten injured; he was completely unharmed.
"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, even under the world’s restraints, is terrifying indeed!" Many young celestial prides felt their hearts tremble.
"Divine Son..." Jun Xuehuang also breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze towards Jun Xiaoyao filled with gratitude.
"You can retire now; leave this mud eel to me," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.
"Yes." Jun Xuehuang nodded respectfully.
At this moment, she seemed no longer like the lofty seventh sequence of the Jun Family, but more like Jun Xiaoyao’s maid.
Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao, Long Haotian’s face turned blue.
Covering his severed arm stump, his eyes showed fear.
If he continued to underestimate Jun Xiaoyao now, he truly would be a fool.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head lightly.
Beneath his skin, a faint azure light glimmered.
Jun Xiaoyao had absorbed and refined Xiao Chen’s Dragon Qi, enabling him to form the Dragon Scale Armor.
With his inherently powerful Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, Jun Xiaoyao could block Long Haotian’s Dragon-Cutting Hand without injury.
He didn’t even bother to activate the Nether God Guardian from his Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.
"Humph, Jun Xiaoyao, although I don’t know what means you used to withstand that move, if you think you’ve won, you’re overly naive."
Long Haotian said coldly.
From within his body, a surge of vigorous and abundant blood energy erupted.
Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of all present.
The blood and flesh at his severed arm stump began to wriggle, slowly growing a new arm.
"Is this possible?" Some young celestial prides were left agape.
Was Long Haotian an Undying?
"No, even though the Dragon Race has abundant blood energy, it can’t directly achieve arm regrowth, at least Long Haotian shouldn’t be able to do this."
"I understand now, there are rumors that Long Haotian has fused with a Dragon Essence; maybe that’s the reason..."
At this point, everyone realized that Long Haotian was leveraging the benefits of Dragon Essence.
"Oh, Dragon Essence?" Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed.
His gaze at Long Haotian was akin to a hunter targeting prey.
"Courting death!"
At Jun Xiaoyao’s hungry gaze, Long Haotian’s anger flared.
He had never been the prey of the Human Race; who would dare treat him as such?
Boom!
Long Haotian launched a punch, overwhelming blood energy surging.
The crowd seemed to hear a dragon’s roar, a gigantic dragon shadow entwined around Long Haotian’s fist light, tearing through the void, blasting towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Such powerful ripples, like a true dragon born, soaring through the skies!
This was another great divine technique from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, as renowned as the Dragon-Cutting Hand, called Dragon Fist.
"Deservedly, the Dragon Child of Ancestral Dragon Nest, what astonishing power!"
Long Haotian’s move shocked many young generations.
Though they disliked Long Haotian’s arrogance, his sheer strength left no room for dispute.
Facing this, Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a cold smile.
He reached out with his hand, forming a Dharma Seal, golden divine energy surging.
Behind him, an immense figure seemingly towering between heaven and earth formed.
"What is that..."
Many guests viewed this scene, their pupils constricting in unison, such an immense overwhelming presence making their hair stand on end!