The voice was incredibly indifferent and flat, not particularly loud.

Yet, strangely, it resonated in everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this voice, everyone was momentarily stunned, and then their minds exploded!

Especially those who had heard this voice before, their gazes shifted abruptly, their expressions filled with unprecedented horror.

He's coming, he's coming!

That man, he has arrived!

In the distant sky, a slender figure with the majesty of a dragon clan descended through the clouds.

On the dragon's head stood a young figure with a tall and graceful stature.

The gentle breeze lifted his long hair, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face, marked by a divine indifference and coldness.

Like a deity, looking down upon the ants of the world!

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes billowing, surrounded by a torrent of celestial light, mist swirling around him, as if he were the son of an immortal emperor, a descendant of the gods!

He quietly rode the dragon against the wind, yet it felt as if a celestial being had descended upon the world.

"It's… the divine son of the Jun family, he has come!"

"How is this possible? I can't accurately sense the divine son of the Jun family's aura?"

"Oh my god, why do I feel like an immortal has arrived?"

As Jun Xiaoyao appeared, the entire venue erupted!

If this battle concerning the Jun family was missing something, it was undoubtedly the core soul figure of the Jun family, the divine son, Jun Xiaoyao.

Many believed that Jun Xiaoyao might not come.

But now, he has arrived!

Jun Xiaoyao's arrival was undoubtedly like detonating a bomb, drawing attention from all directions!

Many familiar faces were so excited they could hardly contain themselves.

"Xiaoyao…" Seeing that familiar handsome figure, Jiang Shengyi's eyes trembled; she realized how much she missed this person.

"Brother Xiaoyao…" Jiang Luoli's big eyes were also filled with deep longing.

There were also Yan Qingying, Wu Mingyue, Su Ziqiong, Hua Xiqing, Bai Meier, and other women who had varying degrees of connection with Jun Xiaoyao, all gazing foolishly, as if they were mesmerized.

Additionally, even Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, Yan Rumeng, and a few others who were not too close to Jun Xiaoyao were also in a daze, unable to believe it.

"Why does his aura feel…" Ji Qingyi's clear eyes showed a hint of confusion.

"Is he really the divine son of the Jun family?" Ji Changkong frowned.

Previously, when Ji Qingyi told him, he was somewhat dismissive.

But now, seeing it with his own eyes, this aura, this momentum, indeed had something special.

"Did I see it wrong? Is the Jun family's divine son really riding the Dragon Princess?"

"Wow, incredible! He really treated the Dragon Princess as a mount!"

From all directions, many prodigies stared blankly at the celestial dragon, unable to believe it.

"Jun… Xiaoyao!"

If anyone present hated Jun Xiaoyao the most, it would undoubtedly be Long Aotian.

His golden dragon eyes were filled with extreme hatred and coldness.

Especially when he saw the Dragon Princess truly became Jun Xiaoyao's mount, Long Aotian was even more furious, feeling as if his insides were on fire.

The woman he wanted to marry as his main consort was treated as a mount by Jun Xiaoyao.

This was simply a blatant humiliation and slap in the face!

Not only did Long Aotian harbor murderous intent towards Jun Xiaoyao, but Wang Teng felt the same.

"If you hadn't shown up, it would have been fine. Since you've chosen to appear, don't blame this young emperor," Wang Teng's eyes revealed extreme coldness.

Jun Xiaoyao not only obstructed his marriage with Jiang Shengyi but also destroyed one of his spiritual bodies.

If he didn't defeat Jun Xiaoyao himself, where would his authority lie?

On the other side, Jun Mulan and others showed immense joy.

They knew that since Jun Xiaoyao had emerged from seclusion, his strength must have greatly improved.

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was unfathomable, and no one could discern his specific realm.

At this time, a noisy voice like a crow rang out.

"You are Jun Xiaoyao? How dare you provoke someone from my Demon God Palace? Kneel and apologize!"

The speaker was none other than the ancient freak from the Demon God Palace, a descendant of the Demon Dao Supreme, Wu Shuo.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze turned indifferently towards Wu Shuo.

The late stage of the Heavenly God realm was indeed impressive.

If it were the Jun Xiaoyao before his seclusion, it might have taken some effort to deal with him.

But now…

Hehe…

"What's wrong? Are you so scared you can't speak?" Wu Shuo smirked coldly.

Meanwhile, Yan Rumeng, who had not yet entered the fray, felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding as she looked at the unfathomable Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't say a word.

He simply extended his hand, and countless patterns intertwined in the void, forming a gigantic magical hand that could cover the sky.

As this hand reached out, Jun Xiaoyao's true realm also erupted completely.

Endless patterns surrounded him, various profound and deep runes flickering in the void.

"This… this aura… is the same as Jun Moxiao and the Prince of the Underworld…"

"I can't be mistaken, is that the Dao God realm?"

"The Jun family's divine son is at the Dao God realm!?"

From all directions, countless people were stunned into silence.

As they felt the power of this Dao God palm, Wu Shuo, who had originally been smirking, underwent a complete transformation in expression.

"Dao God realm, how is that possible!?"

Wu Shuo let out a shriek and directly transformed into his true form.

A giant crow with dark red eyes and black feathers appeared.

It was the Calamity Demon Crow.

He activated the Calamity Demon Crow's innate divine ability, and a terrifying demonic sound transformed into world-destroying sound waves that spread out.

However…

Jun Xiaoyao's magical hand pressed down, obliterating all sound waves.

Along with the Calamity Demon Crow, it was directly crushed in his hand.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out into the void and then suddenly clenched his fist!

The magical hand woven from patterns also suddenly closed!

Crack!

Blood spurted, bones shattered, and feathers flew everywhere!

Wu Shuo's physical body and soul were completely crushed!

The ancient freak from the Demon God Palace, Wu Shuo, had fallen!

Silence!

An unprecedented silence!

A silence akin to the extinction of heaven and earth!

Everyone present felt as if their souls had been drawn out, leaving only empty shells!

What did they witness? A powerful ancient freak at the late stage of the Heavenly God realm was crushed to death by Jun Xiaoyao with a single hand!

Jun Xiaoyao didn't even bother to exchange a single word with Wu Shuo.

In this society, my brother Jun is ruthless and speaks little!

"With a single palm, I crushed an ancient freak. Tell me, am I dreaming…"

"I feel like I'm dreaming too, how is this possible…"

All the watching prodigies felt as if they were in a dream.

This was an ancient freak with a powerful bloodline, high and mighty!

And just like that, he was effortlessly killed by Jun Xiaoyao with one move.

Yan Rumeng was stunned, her flawless face drained of all color.

She had considered various scenarios, but never imagined this scene before her.

Jun Xiaoyao slaughtered ancient freaks as if he were squashing ants!

"Kill me if you wish, destroy me if you wish, insult me if you wish. Are you all… ready to bear the wrath of this divine son?" Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold.

Like a deity, wielding life and death!

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