nsightly expression, its eyes burning with endless rage.Jun Xiaoyao, who had slain and refined the Sword Emperor's son of his lineage, now didn't even bother to come forward and explain."Jun Xiaoyao,...Huángzhōu, the location of the Jun family's residence.

At this moment, it's a bustling scene with throngs of people and countless carriages converging from all directions.

Ancient beasts with wings covered the sky, dragons and horses neighed, and golden chariots traversed the heavens.

Since the Imperial Road opened, numerous prodigies embarked on their journey.

Throughout the entire Immortal Domain of Wilderness Heaven, there have been few times as lively as this.

"The Daoji Tianzong is here!" a host from the Jun family shouted loudly.

A sprightly old man led a group of people, it was the Taoist priest from Daoji Tianzong.

The old Daoist's current spirit and energy far surpassed his previous state. Obviously, the resurgence of spiritual energy in the Immortal Realm had also benefited him.

But at this moment, the old Taoist's gaze was tinged with a hint of complexity. He muttered to himself, "Back then, the Divine Son of the Jun family, how full of vigor and spirit he was! As soon as he was born, he suppressed the Supreme Demon Corpse, rising like the sun, his name resounding throughout the land. And now…"

The old Taoist sighed in his heart.

>However, he didn't think Jun Xiaoyao would fall so easily. Perhaps he was undergoing some kind of training right now.

As soon as the words left his lips, Princess Dashi arrived.

She had attended Jun Xiaoyao's tenth birthday party, and now that she returned, she was still as radiant and captivating as before. However, her face was now paler and more haggard.

Many people around witnessed this scene and whispered to each other.

The great merchant princess fell for the divine son at first sight, and she has been heartbroken ever since. To this day, she hasn't accepted the proposals of countless handsome young men.

"Indeed, this princess upon hearing of the demise of your divine son in the Bronze Immortal Palace, shut herself away for seven days, mourning deeply for him, her entire being weakened by grief."

"Ugh, the most infuriating thing is that it seems like Junjia's Divine Son doesn't even know the name of the Great Merchant princess. Such a beautiful woman, she's just an ordinary passerby..."

"The Divine Son of the Jun family is truly a man of great sin, he has let down so many beautiful women…"

Many male monks around were lamenting.

Jun Xiaoyao, alone, fell in the Bronze Immortal Palace. This caused countless young goddesses in the Immortal Realm to be heartbroken and despairing. They couldn't eat or sleep, their grief was so profound. It was a truly heinous act.

And this great merchant princess, ignoring the whispers around her, only murmured to herself.

"My lord, I attended your tenth birthday banquet. Now that you are eighteen and an adult, you do not return."

It wasn't only the princess of the Shang Dynasty who was heartbroken by Your Majesty's carefree spirit and melancholic sorrow.

In the other direction, a group of people arrived, led by a woman in a red feathered robe. She was graceful and tall, with long legs and white skin.

Her crimson hair, like flames, was vibrant and dazzling. Her brow bore a single mark, as if a blade had pierced it, and her face was delicate and beautiful, like a peach blossom.

She is the princess of the ancient Zhuque Kingdom, Bai Yu'er.

But now, the ancient country of Zhuque has merged with the other three ancient countries to form the Four Elephant Ancient Country.

And Bai Yuer was the helm-wielding Empress of the ancient nation of Si Xiang.

She did not go to the Imperial Road.

Bai Yu'er's talent is indeed extraordinary, but on the Emperor's Path where prodigies are everywhere, Bai Yu'er's strength is not enough to stand out.

She gave up anyway and devoted herself wholeheartedly to managing the Si Xiang Ancient Country with Jun Xiaoyao.

"Master, Yu'er believes you will be absolutely fine." Bai Yu'er whispered softly.

She is a fervent admirer of Jun Xiaoyao and would never believe that he perished just like that.

In addition, Jun Linger, Jun Ying'er, and Naran Ruoxi are also not on the Emperor's Road.

They are still too inexperienced. Going to a place like the Imperial Road would be like sending themselves to their deaths. They'd be better off staying at the Jun Family and cultivating peacefully.

After that, immortal forces such as the Holy Spirit Academy, the Demon Fairy Sect, the Ji Family, and the Ye Family also arrived.

However, those top prodigies haven't arrived. They went to the Imperial Road long ago to fight for glory. What came are some elders.

As soon as most of the guests arrived, Jun Zhantian made his appearance.

Whether it be Jun Zhan Tian or Jiang Rou, neither of them showed any sign of sadness on their faces.

They never believed that Jun Xiaoyao would fall, and after learning from the ancestor, they knew that Jun Xiaoyao was not dead.

So Jun Zhantian was quite at ease. He even looked forward to Jun Xiaoyao's return.

I'm sure it will bring a great surprise to your family.

"It's a pity that my grandson can't be present for his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen," Jun Zhantian sighed slightly. This was the only thing he regretted.

"Honorable guests, thank you all for attending my grandson's coming-of-age ceremony. Although he is not here, I believe that it won't be long before he returns." Jun Zhantian said in a loud voice.

Upon hearing this, many people's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

"Could it be that the Divine Son of your family is truly still alive"

"Who knows, maybe it's just the Jun family comforting themselves in their grief..."

Some powerful people had their doubts, but they just muttered them under their breath and naturally didn't dare to speak them out loud.

"That's right, the Divine Son of the Jun family has the bearing of an emperor. How could he fall so easily"

"That's right, a place like the Bronze Immortal Palace wouldn't possibly leave behind a Divine Son..."

Many factions began to fawn over the Jun family.

Jun Zhantian and others were also delighted to accept.

However, just then.

Three figures emerged from the distant sky.

Simultaneously, there was a sound that exploded in the vacuum of space.

"Junjia, you're fooling yourself."

Upon hearing this, all the guests from every faction in the hall were stunned, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

"Who is this, crazy"

"This is the Jun family's territory, who dares to be so presumptuous"

Many eyes turned.

The three figures were none other than three saints.

Even saints, though powerful, are but ants before the ancient lordly families.

"They seem to be people from the ancient royal family..."

These three saints, hailing from the ancient royal clans of Niumao Mountain, Pansidong Cave, and Shehuang Valley.

However, coincidentally, these three great ancient royal clans were all vassal forces of the Zulong's Nest.

For a moment, the eyes of many faction leaders and elders flickered.

Could they be right, is that scene about to happen

"The guest list for my Jun family banquet doesn't seem to include you." Jun Zhantian said faintly.

He seemed to have anticipated this, his old face remaining remarkably calm and showing no sign of anger.

Why get angry with someone who is destined to die

"Heh, though we weren't invited, we came today bearing gifts nonetheless," the Golden Horned Saint of Niu Mo Shan said with a cold smile.

The Saint of Pán Sī Dòng is a bewitching beauty named Heishū Niángniang. A sly smile plays on her face, and with a flick of her jade hand...

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

A mouthful of water fell to the ground.

"Today, on the occasion of adulthood, we bid farewell to the divine son of the Jun family!" The Heavenly Serpent Saint of Shehuang Valley said coldly.

They are the geniuses of the three great royal families, and they were also killed by Jun Xiaoyao in the ancient fairy world. Naturally, they have a deep grudge.

However, seeing this scene, all the guests present took a deep breath.

Crazy!

These three saints are simply reckless, they're not even dying properly!

Jun Zhan Tian seeing this, sneered coldly: “Originally today’s Xiaoyao coming-of-age ceremony, it was not suitable to see blood. But since you seek your own demise, there's nothing we can do about it.”

Jun Zhan reached out his hand, endless Dao patterns interweaving in the void, aiming to slay the three saints.

At that very moment, a vast aura rose from the distant sky. A colossal dragon claw descended from above, clashing with Jun Zhantian's martial arts technique.

Its aura, shockingly, had reached the level of a quasi-supreme!

"Could the scene from the Divine Son's Tenth Anniversary Banquet be about to play out again" All of the cultivators from every faction stared in disbelief.

They sensed a major conflict was about to erupt! felt sympathy or pity.And some people pay more attention to Jun Xiaoyao, rather than the Yun Sheng Di Palace.Many people believe that this war was instigated by Jun Xiaoyao.This also made Jun Xiaoyao...