How could a feast for the dignified Ten Little Kings of the Eternal Burial Ground be ruined by an outsider acting so ferociously?
Long Xiang couldn't tolerate it.
What's more, Jun Xiaoyao had previously killed Long Kun, which meant he had already formed an enmity with the Corpse Dragon Clan.
At this moment, Long Xiang made his move.
He knew that Jun Xiaoyao's Physical Body was bizarre and infinitely powerful; even the Physical Body of a Dragon Clan was nothing before him.
Therefore, Long Xiang did not choose close combat, but instead unleashed a great Divine Ability of the Corpse Dragon Clan.
"Bone God Mountain!"
As Long Xiang's voice fell, death Qi surged from his entire body, accompanied by Dragon Qi.
A phantom of a white-boned giant Dragon appeared, circling in the Void Realm, transforming into a pale white bone mountain that carried immense power, as if it could suppress everything.
This was the Corpse Dragon Clan's great Bone Dao Divine Ability, with boundless power, possessing an imposing aura capable of shattering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, pressing down on Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, remained expressionless, pushing the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength to its extreme, as surging Qi and blood erupted, rising into the Void Realm, transforming into a golden Divine Elephant that suppressed the universe.
The golden Divine Elephant and the white bone mountain collided with a thunderous roar in the Void Realm.
It was as if ten thousand great stars had exploded, and terrifying waves of magical energy raged in all directions; the entire Burial Soul Mountain rumbled and trembled!
In this ultimate collision, the white bone mountain was directly shattered.
Jun Xiaoyao conjured the King's Seal with one hand, striking out with it, as if an Emperor had descended, suppressing everything with a single hand.
With a 'puchi' sound, Long Xiang was directly sent flying by Jun Xiaoyao, his chest ribs cracking audibly.
Fortunately, Long Xiang was of the Corpse Dragon Clan and possessed a strong Physical Body; otherwise, his fate might have been the same as the Prodigy of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan, instantly killed by a single palm.
Seeing that even Long Xiang was heavily injured by a single move, gasps of astonishment rose and fell across the scene.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
Long Xiang was far stronger than the Fallen Feather Holy Son.
"Don't be so arrogant!"
The Prodigy of the Blood Fiend Clan coldly snorted and also made his move.
It was rumored that this clan originated from the transformation of a single drop of Demonic Blood, making their origin incredibly mysterious and terrifying.
With a raise of his hand, the Blood Fiend Race Prodigy unleashed a surging sea of blood.
That was the Blood Fiend Clan's innate great Divine Ability, the Burial Life Blood Sea!
Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, manifested endless Godly Fire from his entire body, and with a raise of his hand, multi-colored flames surged forth; it was precisely the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame!
Jun Xiaoyao had undergone Nirvana with the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame's fire seed, so he could naturally control the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame at will.
"That is... Emperor Flame!"
The Blood Fiend Race Prodigy's expression drastically changed.
For their clan, the most feared energies were lightning, flames, and other extremely rigid and powerful forces.
And in the Eternal Burial Ground, almost all beings possessed a yin-cold attribute; there were hardly any beings who controlled lightning or flames.
It was precisely for this reason that the Blood Fiend Clan could dominate a region in the Eternal Burial Ground.
But now, the Emperor Flame unleashed by Jun Xiaoyao was simply the perfect counter to the Blood Fiend Clan.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame collided with the sea of blood, emitting sizzling white smoke.
This terrifying sea of blood, which struck fear into the hearts of many, posed no threat to Jun Xiaoyao whatsoever.
Jun Xiaoyao pointed his fingers like a sword, unleashing a horizontal slash with the Immortal Slaughtering Swordplay.
The Blood Fiend Race Prodigy hastily dodged but was still struck by the Immortal Slaughtering Swordplay, and one of his arms flew off.
The Blood Fiend Race Prodigy also retreated in defeat.
The third Prodigy of the Ten Little Kings level to challenge him, failed again!
"Is this the standard of the Ten Little Kings of the Eternal Burial Ground? It truly disappoints this Divine Child."
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.
He originally didn't want to display such a crushing posture, because it was quite boring.
Unfortunately, no one could make him use more than a few moves.
For Jun Xiaoyao, this didn't even count as a warm-up.
The Burial Soil beings attending the feast all wore expressions of extreme humiliation!
Their revered Ten Little Kings, whom they held in high regard, were actually being scorned by an outside Prodigy; they had completely lost face.
The Ten Little Kings present all wore expressions of extreme coldness.
Only Langhuan, she wasn't angered by Jun Xiaoyao's words.
Women, by nature, admire the strong.
The more Jun Xiaoyao displayed his invincible aura, the more Langhuan's heart became infatuated and captivated.
In fact, looking at Mo Ling and the other beings, her beautiful eyes held an undisguised look of disgust.
She was ashamed to associate with Mo Ling and the others, and even didn't want to be called one of the Ten Little Kings alongside them.
Seeing Langhuan's gaze, Mo Ling immediately flared up, his mind heating up, and he couldn't help but make a move.
Seeing Mo Ling make his move, a Prodigy from the Refining Corpse Sect on the side also coldly shouted, "Everyone, don't hesitate! Let's attack together and suppress him first!"
The Prodigy of the Refining Corpse Sect also made his move.
As Mo Ling and the Refining Corpse Sect Prodigy made their moves, the other Ten Little Kings Prodigies who hadn't acted yet also took action one after another.
What about face? They couldn't care about that now; suppressing Jun Xiaoyao was the most important thing.
Even if they fought in a rotation, one by one, they couldn't defeat Jun Xiaoyao.
Their only reliance now was their numerical advantage.
Although this would draw criticism, it was better than being humiliated by Jun Xiaoyao.
"One of the delusions of the weak is to believe that grouping together guarantees victory."
Looking at the Ten Little Kings charging towards him, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held a condescending disdain.
If there were hundreds or thousands of Ten Little Kings level Prodigies, it might indeed bring some trouble to Jun Xiaoyao.
But these few in front of him, attacking together, made no difference to Jun Xiaoyao.
"Demonic Python Devouring Heaven!"
Mo Ling unleashed his clan's Divine Ability; behind him, black mist permeated, revealing a semi-illusory phantom of a Heaven-Devouring Demonic Python.
With an open mouth, it seemed capable of devouring a piece of the sky.
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, resisting with the Devouring God Demonic Art; black devouring whirlpools appeared one by one, and their power to devour and refine was in no way inferior to Mo Ling's innate Divine Ability.
At the same time, the Prodigy of the Refining Corpse Sect also made his move; the coffin beside him opened, and an ancient corpse covered in black fur appeared.
That ancient corpse emanated a sense of hardness throughout its body; merely by its Physical Body, it was comparable to a Void Realm expert.
This was also the reason why the Refining Corpse Sect Prodigy could be ranked among the Ten Little Kings.
His own cultivation was at the Godly Fire Realm Minor Perfection, which wasn't outstanding, but relying on an ancient corpse, he was enough to crush most Prodigies.
The ancient corpse extended its hands, its ten fingernails as sharp as black spikes, tearing through the Void Realm, striking towards Jun Xiaoyao.
The other Ten Little Kings Prodigies also made their moves one after another.
All sorts of powerful techniques were unleashed.
This scene shocked everyone present.
The Ten Little Kings, high and mighty, each capable of sweeping through a region.
Who had ever seen the Ten Little Kings actually joining forces to attack one person?
This was simply unprecedented.
"Even if this Jun Family Prodigy loses, it won't be a grievance," a Burial Soil being sighed.
"That's right, even if he's suppressed, his name will spread far and wide, after all, it took several Ten Little Kings to suppress him."
Everyone present felt that even if Jun Xiaoyao lost, he would lose with glory.
However, what happened next was something no one had anticipated.
It could even be said to have overturned their understanding!