It was as if lightning had flashed across the sky, and everyone's minds were roaring at the same time.
A young legend that only existed in word of mouth had appeared in front of them in real life.
The impact was indescribable, and it made them feel slightly dizzy. It felt extremely unreal.
It was as if a god had descended directly in front of the world.
Xia Chuqing's little face froze, and she was so excited that she almost suffocated.
She would never have thought that the person who saved her was the legendary Son Of God of the Jun family, who was invincible among the younger generation.
"No wonder …" Xia Chuqing's heart throbbed, and she felt numb.
How could an ordinary prodigy kill a Great Saint Stage powerhouse?
Only a legendary figure like Jun Xiaoyao would have been able to pull it off.
At the thought of being saved by such a young legend and being held in his arms, Xia Chuqing felt a little dizzy.
Happiness came too suddenly!
Looking at Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face, Xia Chuqing smiled even more charmingly.
How could a little girl like her resist Jun Xiaoyao's charm? Not to mention that Jun Xiaoyao was her savior.
Even the shrewd Xia Bingyun, who didn't show her emotions on her face, trembled slightly at this moment.
She guessed that the masked man's identity might be very high, and his background might be amazing.
But she didn't expect it to be the Son Of God of the Jun family, whose name shook the Ancient Road.
Even she, the eldest daughter of the Xia family, was far inferior to this kind of identity.
Wealth and means were nothing in front of a big shot like Jun Xiaoyao.
It was no wonder that Jun Xiaoyao didn't treat her with the same status.
Because their identities were not on the same level.
As for Feng Xiaotian, who had taken off Jun Xiaoyao's mask, he was completely dumbfounded at this moment, as if he had been petrified.
He was completely stunned, and his head was dizzy, and he almost fainted on the ground.
He also thought that the person under the mask might be an immortal descendant.
Even so, he was not afraid, because he was the Daoist of the Feng family, and his status was not low.
However, Feng Xiaotian was completely dumbfounded as he looked at Jun Xiaoyao, who wore an indifferent expression on his face.
Motherf * cker, even if you pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger, you can't do this.
You'll get a heart attack from the shock!
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Feng Xiaotian, who was almost scared out of his wits, and said with a playful tone, "Now that you've seen it, are you satisfied?"
With a thud, Feng Xiaotian's legs actually went soft, directly kneeling on the ground.
Who would have thought that the dignified Daoist of the Feng clan would kneel down in fear!
"Jun … Jun Family's Son Of God, I … I …" Feng Xiaotian's voice was trembling.
Jun Xiaoyao's reputation was accompanied by his decisiveness in killing.
When Feng Xiaotian thought about how he had treated Jun Xiaoyao and how he had even thought about flirting with Jun Xiaoyao's woman, he felt that he was going to lose his man.
He was merely a Daoist of the Wind Clan. In front of Jun Xiaoyao, he was but an ant that could be easily killed.
The Wind Clan did not even dare to pursue the matter. Instead, they might even have to apologize to Jun Xiaoyao.
Beside Jun Xiaoyao, Yan Rumeng, who was massaging his shoulders, giggled. She looked at Feng Xiaotian, who was kneeling on the ground, with interest.
Feng Xiaotian had wanted to hit on her before, but in the end, he was refused the door.
Fortunately, Feng Xiaotian did not make any excessive moves at that time. Otherwise, he would have been dead long ago. How could he have lived until now?
"I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me, Son Of God!" Feng Xiaotian kowtowed, making a thumping sound.
In front of Xia Bingyun, he was kowtowing to another man, kneeling, and begging for mercy.
His image could be considered completely ruined.
But now, he might not even be alive. Beauties and whatnot had long been thrown to the back of his mind.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent. This kind of ant was not in his eyes at all.
Fortunately, Feng Xiaotian was not stupid. Although he had some opinions about him before, he did not provoke him mindlessly.
Otherwise, how could he have lived until now?
"Wind Clan … Wind of the Great Void …" Jun Xiaoyao thought for a while.
"Son Of God, please spare the life of our Path-Chosen."
The Quasi-Supreme of the Wind Clan also pulled a long face and cupped his hands slightly to Jun Xiaoyao.
Although Feng Xiaotian was unbearable, he was still a Path-Chosen of the Wind Clan.
If he died in public, it would not be good for the Wind Clan's reputation.
Jun Xiaoyao did not answer. He turned to look at Xia Bingyun and said indifferently, "Now, is this Son Of God qualified to invite Miss Xia for a private chat?"
Hearing this, Xia Bingyun hurriedly bowed and said, "Bingyun is afraid. It is Bingyun's honor to be able to have a long talk with the Son Of God. Bingyun is more than happy."
Seeing Xia Bingyun's attitude change in an instant, everyone present sighed.
Although Xia Bingyun was also quite polite to Jun Xiaoyao, who was wearing a mask, before, she still had some pride.
But in the end, there were still some who were proud of their status and did not show any humble attitude.
But now, after Jun Xiaoyao's identity was revealed, this famous beauty of the Xia Clan showed a humble and flattering attitude.
It had to be said that status was something that could not be shaken off no matter what class.
Jun Xiaoyao got up, and Xia Bingyun followed closely behind like a maid.
It was not until the two of them entered the inner chamber that all kinds of noises rose again.
"Oh my god, it's really the Son Of God of the Jun Clan. This is the first time I've seen him so close."
"I had some guesses before, but I wasn't sure. Now it seems that if it's the Son Of God of the Jun Clan, it's reasonable to deal with an injured Great Saint."
"But looking at it up close, the Son Of God is really handsome. No wonder so many fairies and goddesses are infatuated with him."
"I heard that several famous goddesses on the Ancient Road, such as Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, have an ambiguous relationship with the Son Of God of the Jun Clan."
"So what? It's a waste of a young man if he's not romantic. If I have the looks, status, and strength of the Son Of God, I'll definitely have a harem of three thousand beauties. I'll play with one every day for ten years." Some cultivators fantasized.
"Tsk, do you think the Son Of God is a vulgar person like you? He must be a devoted, devoted person who takes care of his partner." A female cultivator spat and retorted.
On the Xia Clan's side, the elders were a little speechless.
Previously, they wanted to recruit Jun Xiaoyao as their son-in-law.
Now it seemed that this idea was really laughable.
Not to mention one Xia Clan, even ten Xia Clans combined would not be able to do it.
"If the young lady can establish a relationship with the Son Of God, it will be of great significance to the Xia Clan," an elder of the Xia Clan said with bright eyes.
"That's right, it's okay even if she becomes his concubine. This is a chance for the Xia Clan to soar into the sky. Maybe we can use this opportunity to become the most powerful person in the Business Alliance of Ten Thousand Clans and control the entire alliance."
Some of the elders of the Xia Clan had ambitions in their hearts.
The eyes of the Supreme Being of the Xia Clan also surged with light.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they did not seize it, the Xia Clan would definitely regret it for the rest of their lives.
"Bingyun, you must seize this opportunity." The Supreme Being of the Xia Clan clenched his fists slightly and murmured in his heart.
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