He had held onto hope before, thinking that Jun Xiaoyao might have conquered Langhuan through force.
Now it seemed that Langhuan had indeed taken the initiative herself.
He had pursued her for a long time, yet he hadn't even touched a single finger of Langhuan's.
But now, Langhuan was actively clinging to another man.
Who could bear that? Anyone's mentality would explode!
"Jun Xiaoyao, you're courting death!" Mo Ling couldn't hold back and was about to act personally.
"Wait," Jun Xiaoyao said.
"What, do you know fear now?"
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, a cold expression appeared on Mo Ling's face.
Some of the surrounding Burial Soil beings also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.
Could this fearless fellow actually be afraid now?
Jun Xiaoyao didn't care. Instead, he turned his head and asked Langhuan, "If one wins at the Ten Kings Feast, can they enter the Burial World?"
"Yes, in this Ten Kings Feast, those who rank higher can enter the Burial World first, because that spatial rift is very small and unstable, so the number of spots is inherently limited," Langhuan said.
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
That made things simple.
He just needed to sweep away all enemies and then enter the Burial World.
He looked at Mo Ling and said indifferently, "Dealing with just you is too easy, and a waste of time."
Jun Xiaoyao's words caused 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 the entire Burial Soul Mountain dumbfounded.
"Today, Divine Child stands here, challenging all Ten Little Kings alone!"
"All of you, come at Divine Child!"
Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeve, his demeanor extraordinary.
The aura of Godly Fire Realm Great Perfection surged out wildly, and his surging Physical Body Qi was no longer concealed, directly bursting forth!
Like a God King emerging from seclusion, like an Ancient God descending upon the world!
Many younger Burial Soil beings with weaker cultivation were directly shaken to the ground, their faces ashen.
Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was too fierce, like an ancient divine elephant, shaking heaven and earth, roaring down stars!
"You..."
Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Nine Nether Hound, and the other Ten Little Kings all had stern expressions.
What were the Ten Little Kings? They were the most outstanding Prodigies in the Burial Earth Ten Regions of the Eternal Burial Ground.
And Jun Xiaoyao, just an outsider, dared to speak such arrogant words, challenging all of them alone.
This was no longer just arrogance; it was naked contempt!
Jun Xiaoyao regarded them as ants, not putting them in his eyes at all!
All the Burial Soil Prodigies present were stunned.
Only Langhuan, being very observant, noticed Jun Xiaoyao's self-address.
"Calling himself Divine Child, it seems he is not only a Jun Family Prodigy, but also the most core and important Divine Child."
Langhuan understood the meaning of 'Divine Child'.
Even in Ancient Desolate Families with profound foundations, a Divine Child was an absolutely core figure.
Jun Xiaoyao's status was even nobler than she had imagined!
"Too bad, this fresh young man is visible but unattainable," Langhuan thought with some annoyance.
She had initially thought that her identity as the Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough to match Jun Xiaoyao.
Now it seemed that she might actually be reaching above her station.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you're too presumptuous! This is the Burial Soil, not a place for your arrogance!"
The Prodigy King of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan spoke.
He was entirely black, with four pairs of eyes on his face, and eight arms on his body. Rather than a humanoid being, he looked more like a human-shaped monster.
However, his aura was very powerful, and his cultivation was at Godly Fire Realm Perfection.
But combined with the inherent racial talent of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, his strength was enough to rival a Prodigy at Godly Fire Realm Great Perfection.
"Die!"
The Prodigy of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan made his move. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of silver threads, coiling towards Jun Xiaoyao.
At the same time, all eight of his arms struck out, black Evil Qi surging, forming a Dharma Seal.
This was a great Divine Ability of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, the Eight-Spider Demon Seal.
The silver threads wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.
"Is he stupid?"
Just as the Prodigy of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan showed a smile, he watched in horror.
The silver threads he spat out directly disappeared into the Void Realm.
At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao moved, actively flashing towards the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy.
The next moment, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy was even more horrified to realize.
His Eight-Spider Demon Seal had completely vanished, as if it had been dissolved by an invisible force.
"How is that possible, you...!" The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy's face was filled with horror.
Although he had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao possessed a strange Mana Immunity ability.
However, he thought it was some kind of Divine Ability.
Unexpectedly, it was so bizarre; he didn't even need to actively use it, it could directly nullify all Mana.
This was too strange, too unexpected.
Before the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Prodigy could recover from his shock.
Jun Xiaoyao's palm print had already pressed down.
Without any Divine Ability, without any Mana.
Just a single palm, carrying billions of jin of Physical Body Divine Power, slammed towards the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy's chest.
The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy hurriedly resisted, eight sharp and sturdy spears breaking out from his spine, guarding his front.
This was the innate Divine Ability of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, the Eight-Spider Divine Spear.
But the result was...
Crack!
The Eight-Spider Divine Spear was directly shattered by a single palm. Jun Xiaoyao's palm strike continued unabated, heavily slamming into the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy's chest.
Then...
With a bang.
A sky full of blood mist exploded.
The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy, fell!
The entire Burial Soul Mountain was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
All the Burial Soil beings watching, their eyes widened, their scalps tingling, as if their heads were about to explode.
One of the Ten Little Kings was instantly killed just like that?
The beings felt as if they were dreaming.
This was too unreal.
That was the strongest Prodigy in a region, with extraordinary strength, who had emerged from tens of millions of young Prodigies to become one of the Ten Little Kings.
Yet now, he couldn't withstand a single move from Jun Xiaoyao!
This kind of swift and decisive instant kill was too shocking, making everyone's body tingle.
"You..." Some of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan powerhouses who had come to watch were stunned at first, then endless fury surged.
They couldn't help but want to act.
However, they met Jun Xiaoyao's icy cold gaze.
In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over them, and the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan powerhouses instantly sobered up.
They remembered that Jun Xiaoyao also had three terrifying Great Saint Realm Puppets, the God-Slaying Puppets.
If Jun Xiaoyao brought them out, unless they invited powerhouses above the Saint Lord level from their clan, they would simply be unable to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.
Thinking of this, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan powerhouses still held back from acting.
As for Mo Ling, his face also solidified.
His strength, while slightly stronger than the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy, was truly only slightly.
If Jun Xiaoyao could instantly kill the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan Prodigy with one move, dealing with him would probably not take more than two or three moves.
"What, are you still preparing to challenge Divine Child alone?" Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.
Mo Ling's face was as ugly as if he had eaten excrement.
Jun Xiaoyao was practically rubbing salt in his wounds.
"Hmph, I don't believe it!"
Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted coldly. He decided to make his move.