He had previously held onto hope, believing that perhaps Jun Xiaoyao had conquered Langhuan by force.
Now it seed that, indeed, it was Langhuan who wanted to approach Jun Xiaoyao.
He had pursued her for a long ti, not even touching a single finger of hers.
Yet now, Langhuan was actively leaning towards another man.
Anyone would find it unbearable; his mindset was about to explode.
"Outsider human, you're seeking death!" Mo Ling couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to take action himself.
"Wait." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"What, now you're afraid?"
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, a cold expression appeared on Mo Ling's face.
So of the burial soil beings around also looked at Jun Xiaoyao with suspicion.
This person, who feared nothing, was he now afraid?
Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind to it and instead turned to Langhuan, asking, "If I win at the Ten Kings Banquet, can I enter the Burial Realm?"
"Yes, this ti at the Ten Kings Banquet, those who rank high can enter the Burial Realm first, because the spatial rift is very small and unstable, so the spots are limited." Langhuan replied.
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
This made things simple.
He just needed to sweep away all enemies and then enter the Burial Realm.
He looked at Mo Ling and said lightly, "Dealing with you is too easy and a waste of ti."
Jun Xiaoyao's words caused a cold light to burst forth from Mo Ling's snake-like eyes.
However, before he could retort, Jun Xiaoyao's next words left all the burial soil beings on Burial Soul Mountain dumbfounded.
"Today, this Son of God is here, challenging all ten small kings alone!"
"You all, co at !"
With a wave of his large sleeve, Jun Xiaoyao exuded an extraordinary deanor.
The aura of a perfected Divine Fire Realm surged forth, and his overwhelming vitality was no longer concealed, bursting forth directly!
Like a divine king erging from seclusion, as if an ancient god had descended!
Many younger burial soil beings with slightly weaker cultivation were directly knocked to the ground, their faces pale as paper.
At this mont, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was too fierce, like an ancient divine elephant, shaking the heavens and earth, roaring down the stars!
"You..."
Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiu You Huo, and the other small kings all wore expressions of cold severity.
What were the ten small kings? They were the most outstanding prodigies from the ten domains of ancient burial soil.
And Jun Xiaoyao was rely an outsider, yet he dared to speak so arrogantly, challenging them all alone.
This was no longer arrogance; it was outright contempt!
Jun Xiaoyao regarded them as ants, completely dismissing them!
All the burial soil prodigies present were stunned.
Only Langhuan, very observant, noticed Jun Xiaoyao's self-proclaid title.
"Self-proclaid Son of God, it seems he is not only a prodigy of the Jun family but also the core figure of the Son of God."
Langhuan understood what the title represented.
Even in a deeply rooted ancient family, the Son of God was an absolutely central figure.
Jun Xiaoyao's identity was more noble than she had imagined!
"What a pity, this little fresh at is visible but unattainable." Langhuan felt a bit annoyed.
At first, she thought her identity as the Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough to match with Jun Xiaoyao.
Now it seed that perhaps she was the one who was reaching too high.
"Outsider human, you are too presumptuous! This is the burial soil, not a place for your arrogance!"
The prodigy king of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan spoke up.
He was entirely black, with four pairs of eyes on his face, and eight arms on his body. Rather than a humanoid being, he resembled a humanoid monster.
However, his aura was very powerful, with cultivation at the minor perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.
Combined with the innate racial abilities of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan, his strength was enough to rival prodigies at the perfected Divine Fire Realm.
"Die!"
The prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan made his move, spitting out a strand of silver thread that wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao.
At the sa ti, all eight arms struck out, black malevolent energy surging, forming a seal.
This was a great divine ability of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan, the Eight Spider Demon Seal.
The silver thread wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but he stood still, unmoving.
"Is he stupid?"
The prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan had just shown a smile when he was horrified to see.
The silver thread he had spat out had directly vanished into the void.
At the sa ti, Jun Xiaoyao moved, actively darting towards the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan.
In the next mont, the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan was even more horrified to realize.
His Eight Spider Demon Seal had completely disappeared, as if it had been dissolved by an invisible force.
"How is this possible, you...!" The prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan's expression was filled with shock.
Although he had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao possessed a peculiar ability to be immune to magical powers, he thought it was so kind of divine technique.
He never expected it to be so bizarre, not even needing to actively summon it, directly nullifying all magical powers.
This was too strange, too unexpected.
Before the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan could recover from his shock, Jun Xiaoyao's palm print had already co crashing down.
No divine techniques, no magical powers.
Just a simple palm strike, carrying the strength of a hundred billion pounds, slamd into the chest of the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan.
The prodigy hurriedly resisted, sharp and sturdy long spears erupted from his spine, protecting his front.
This was the innate divine ability of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan, the Eight Spider Divine Spear.
The result was.
Crack!
The Eight Spider Divine Spear was directly shattered by a single palm, and Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind continued unabated, heavily striking the chest of the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan.
Then...
With a loud bang.
A mist of blood exploded.
The prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan fell!
The entire Burial Soul Mountain was silent, a pin drop could be heard.
All the burial soil beings watching were wide-eyed, their scalps tingling, as if their heads were about to explode.
One of the ten small kings was killed in an instant?
The beings felt as if they were in a dream.
This was too unreal.
That was the strongest prodigy in a domain, with extraordinary strength, standing out from millions of young prodigies to beco one of the ten small kings.
Yet now, he couldn't withstand a single move from Jun Xiaoyao!
This decisive and swift kill was too shocking, leaving everyone numb.
"You..." So strong beings from the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan who had co to watch were first stunned, then filled with endless rage.
They couldn't help but want to take action.
However, they encountered Jun Xiaoyao's cold, ice-like gaze.
In an instant, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, and the strong beings of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan instantly sobered up.
They rembered that Jun Xiaoyao still had three terrifying Great Saint Realm puppets, the God-Slaying Puppets.
If Jun Xiaoyao summoned them, unless they invited a strong master from their clan, they wouldn't be able to deal with him at all.
Thinking of this, the strong beings of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan held back and did not act.
As for Mo Ling, his expression was also frozen.
His strength, although slightly stronger than that of the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan, was really only slightly stronger.
If Jun Xiaoyao could kill the prodigy of the Eight-Ard Spider Demon Clan in one move, it would probably take him no more than two or three moves.
"What, are you still planning to challenge this Son of God alone?" Jun Xiaoyao said, hands behind his back, in a calm tone.
Mo Ling's face looked as if he had eaten sothing unpleasant.
Jun Xiaoyao was simply rubbing salt in his wounds.
"Hmph, I don't believe it!" Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted coldly, deciding to take action.
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