Villain: Starting with a Flawless Body, Born Invincible

13: No matter what your purpose is, I will destroy it with one sword.Although he was the Divine Son, he was only five years old. If he were displeased, the Elders would surely trouble you.

Everyone thought this way.

But no one present had expected Jun Lingxiao would not use his status as the Divine Son to pressure others, nor would he rely on anyone; he simply acted himself!

One sword!

With an extremely swift sword, he casually severed Rong Junxian’s arm!

So natural, so domineering!

At this moment, everyone present was awestruck by this action!

If before, people looked at Jun Lingxiao with curiosity, then later with respect, now, after this one sword, it turned into awe.

No Elder needed to warn them not to provoke this Divine Son; they understood simply by witnessing this scene.

This Divine Son... could not be provoked.

And this was Jun Lingxiao’s goal; he was not a soft-hearted person.

No matter what the purpose of this fat man surnamed Rong was.

Whether it was an unintentional offense, a deliberate provocation, or some kind of scheme, it didn’t matter.

He was Jun Lingxiao, the Divine Son of the Jun Family, and his attitude represented the Jun Family.

Therefore, he also had to display the methods a Divine Son of the Jun Family should possess.

No matter what your intention, I will break it with a single sword!

This was Jun Lingxiao’s realization after becoming the Divine Son. The position of Divine Son was not merely a title, a special status, but more like a symbol, a benchmark.

Behind him was the entire majesty of the Jun Family, which no one was allowed to offend.

This scene made the two Old Ancestors, who had intended to descend from high in the sky, stop abruptly.

Their eyes lit up; they exchanged glances, filled with surprise.

”Now are you still afraid he will develop an arrogant Heart-Nature?” the Old Ancestor said meaningfully, looking at the scene, then sighed with emotion a moment later.

”Look, no one should have taught him how to defeat enemies and establish his prestige, yet he just knows how, as if born with it.”

”Just wait, one day his name, Jun Lingxiao, will spread throughout the entire Three Thousand Provinces!”

”My grandson is incredible.”

Jun Wenhao also had an indescribable feeling in his heart at this moment. He now only wanted Jun Lingxiao’s father, Jun Chengtian, to come and see just how Heaven-Defying his good son truly was.

”Call a physician!”

It was then that Jun Lingxiao returned the iron sword in his hand to the Elder, who was also a man who had seen much of the world. After his initial moment of stunned silence, he immediately ordered a Disciple in a white enforcement uniform in the distance.

This was an arena itself, where injuries from sparring among Disciples were inevitable, so there were resident physicians here.

In a short while, an old man rushed over. He first surveyed the surroundings to understand what had happened, then walked to the pain-wracked Rong Junxian on the ground, lightly touched him, and then fed him a Medicinal Pill.

After that, he ordered people to carry him away, along with Rong Junxian’s severed arm that had fallen to the ground.

As the Medicinal Pill entered his mouth, Rong Junxian’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed slightly.

When he saw his severed arm, there was no hatred, only a sigh of relief.

Provoking the Divine Son and only losing one hand was actually quite good, after all, reattaching a severed hand was nothing in the Jun Family.

An Luoxin was the woman his young master had taken a fancy to; if he had left without saying anything, he would truly be damned. Now, retreating wounded, his young master wouldn’t say anything, and he could also report back. He would wait for his young master... the Tenth Dao Child, Jun Hongxuan, to make the final decision.

Everything was for their grand plan.

Rong Junxian was carried away. Jun Lingxiao looked around, taking in the expressions of everyone present.

”Now, I’m afraid no one will dare to approach me, right?”

He chuckled self-deprecatingly in his heart.

But he also knew that his sword had to be swung.

It was also fortunate that this Rong fellow was only annoying like a dog’s plaster; if he had uttered a single provocative word just now, that sword would have landed on his neck.

Thinking this, he looked at An Luoxin, who was still kneeling at his feet.

”This woman has been very calm from beginning to end, not moving at all. Is everything happening now within her expectations?”

”Her mind is not shallow...”