Sacred Body of the Immortals

Boom!

A violent collision resonated with a thunderous roar.

Dust billowed, and the world shook!

At this moment, all the guests were as silent as cicadas in winter, staring dumbfounded at the white-robed figure struck by the Dragon-Intercepting Hand.

If Longhaotian's sudden attack had caught people off guard,

Then Jun Xiaoyao's extremely fast reaction was even more surprising.

However, what Longhaotian had unleashed was the top-tier divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest, the Dragon-Intercepting Hand.

When such a powerful divine ability was used, even if one had a king-level weapon for protection, they would still suffer severe injuries, let alone withstanding the strike head-on.

Longhaotian had used this divine ability before to kill over a dozen top-tier geniuses from various lineages.

"Divine Son!" Jun Xuefeng's face quickly turned pale, drained of blood.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to be severely injured or if something were to happen to him because of her, Jun Xuefeng would never be able to forgive herself.

Because her importance to the Jun family was far less than that of Jun Xiaoyao.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Jiang Luori's pretty face also changed color.

Jiang Rou, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Zhantian, and others also had simultaneous changes in their expressions.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao was arguably the most important core figure of the younger generation in the Jun family.

If something were to happen to him, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"This... Could the ten-year-old banquet of the Jun family's Divine Son turn into a bloody feast?"

"Will the legend of the Jun family's Divine Son end before it even begins?"

All around, the faces of all the guests who had come to attend the banquet were frozen.

If this were truly the case, the Jun family's reputation would plummet.

The Ancestral Dragon's Nest, on the other hand, would gain great fame.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes converged on that peerless figure clad in white.

"Hmm... that state, it's not right..." the old Daoist from the Dao Ji Tian Zong murmured.

Logically speaking, being hit by Longhaotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand should have, if not shattered his body, at least caused him to cough blood and be sent flying.

But Jun Xiaoyao remained motionless, without even a change in expression.

Only his eyes, deep as an ancient well, carried an extremely indifferent look.

At this point, everyone noticed that something was amiss.

Jun Xiaoyao's reaction was too ordinary; his body hadn't even moved an inch.

"Is the Divine Son forcing himself to endure?" Some people observed, murmuring in their hearts.

However, only Longhaotian himself could truly feel Jun Xiaoyao's state.

"You... your physical body..." Longhaotian's dragon eyes were filled with shock.

His hand striking Jun Xiaoyao's chest felt like hitting a piece of primordial divine metal.

Not only could he not shake Jun Xiaoyao at all, but his own palm was also left throbbing with pain.

It's worth noting that he was a member of the Dragon race.

The physical bodies of the Dragon race were unparalleled in the world; this was a common understanding in the Immortal Realm.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao just stood there letting him strike, and he couldn't even harm him. How was this possible?

"Is that all?"

Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head. Although he didn't say a single insulting word,

It still made Longhaotian's face turn red with anger rising in his heart.

"What's going on with you? Could it be that you're too proud to show weakness and are forcibly suppressing your internal injuries?"

This was the only possibility Longhaotian could think of.

"Heh... you're overthinking it..."

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, a cold light suddenly burst forth from his eyes.

He reached out his hand, directly grabbing Longhaotian's arm that had struck his chest. The forty thousand giant elephant particles within his body simultaneously erupted.

In an instant, four hundred million jin of enormous force surged forth.

Rip!

Jun Xiaoyao twisted his wrist and violently pulled!

Accompanied by a scream of agony, Longhaotian's arm was forcibly torn off by Jun Xiaoyao!

Blood sprayed, dragon blood splattered!

Longhaotian's figure violently retreated, clutching the stump of his arm, his face pale and filled with disbelief!

Not just Longhaotian, but all the guests at the scene were left speechless!

This reversal was something no one had anticipated.

Not only did Jun Xiaoyao withstand Longhaotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand without injury, but he even responded with an extremely fierce gesture, tearing off Longhaotian's arm.

Who could have imagined this?

"The Jun family's Divine Son's aura is stable, indeed not like someone who's injured," the old Daoist from the Dao Ji Tian Zong spoke.

Hearing his words, many from various factions suddenly realized, and then looked at Jun Xiaoyao as if he were a monster.

After all, in the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm, the number of geniuses who could withstand a Dragon-Intercepting Hand from the Ancestral Dragon's Nest's dragon son could be counted on one hand.

More importantly, Jun Xiaoyao didn't just withstand it or get injured, he was completely unharmed.

"The Ancient Saint Body, even under the restrictions of heaven and earth, is still so terrifying!" Many young geniuses were shaken in their hearts.

"Divine Son..." Jun Xuefeng also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Jun Xiaoyao with gratitude in her eyes.

"You can step back now, I'll handle this mud eel," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Yes." Jun Xuefeng respectfully nodded.

At this moment, she seemed less like the lofty seventh sequence of the Jun family, and more like Jun Xiaoyao's maid.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Longhaotian's face turned green.

He clutched the stump of his arm, his eyes showing wariness.

At this point, if he still underestimated Jun Xiaoyao, he would truly be a fool.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

Beneath his skin, there was a faint surge of green light.

Jun Xiaoyao had absorbed and refined Xiao Chen's dragon qi, able to condense dragon scale inner armor within his body.

Combined with his already formidable Ancient Saint Body, Jun Xiaoyao was able to block Longhaotian's Dragon-Intercepting Hand without injury.

He didn't even bother to use the Netherworld God's Protection from the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Technique.

"Hmph, Jun Xiaoyao, although I don't know what method you used to withstand this attack, if you think you've won with just this, you're too naive,"

Longhaotian said coldly.

From within his body, a sudden surge of vigorous and majestic blood essence erupted.

Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd,

The flesh at the stump of his arm began to wriggle, and then slowly grew into a new arm.

"This works too?" Some young geniuses watched with their mouths agape.

Was this Longhaotian immortal?

"No, that's not right. Even though the Dragon race has vigorous blood essence, it's impossible to directly regrow a severed arm. At least this Longhaotian shouldn't be capable of that."

"I understand now. It's rumored that this Longhaotian fused with a dragon core. Could it be because of the dragon core..."

At this point, everyone suddenly realized that Longhaotian had borrowed the power of the dragon core.

"Oh, a dragon core?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

He looked at Longhaotian as a hunter would look at its prey.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, Longhaotian's anger blazed.

It had always been him treating humans as prey; when had a human ever treated him as prey?

Boom!

Longhaotian threw a punch, surging with endless blood essence.

People seemed to hear a dragon's roar, and the illusory image of a giant dragon coiled around Longhaotian's fist, shattering space as it struck towards Jun Xiaoyao.

That powerful wave was like a true dragon emerging into the world, battling in the sky!

This was another great divine ability of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest, on par with the Dragon-Intercepting Hand, called the Dragon Fist.

"As expected of the dragon son of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest, his strength is astonishing!"

With just one move, Longhaotian had overwhelmed many of the younger generation.

Although they disliked Longhaotian's arrogance, his personal strength was indeed undeniable.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a cold smile.

He reached out his hand, forming a seal with his fingers, golden divine energy surging.

Behind him, it seemed as if a vast figure that reached the heavens appeared.

"That is..."

Many guests, upon seeing this, had their pupils contract simultaneously. That vast and majestic presence made their hair stand on end and sent chills down their spines!