Chapter 343

He still had hope previously, thinking that it might be Jun Xiaoyao who conquered Lang Huan with force.

Now it seemed that it was indeed Lang Huan who wanted to stick to Jun Xiaoyao.

He chased after Lang Huan bitterly for a long time and did not even touch a finger of hers.

But now, Lang Huan took the initiative to stick to another man.

Anyone would not be able to take it, their mentality was about to explode.

"Human outside, you're courting death!" Mo Ling could not hold back and wanted to take action personally.

"Wait," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"What, now you know fear?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face turned cold.

Some of the surrounding Burial Earth living beings also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.

Could it be that this fearless lord was afraid now?

Jun Xiaoyao did not care. Instead, he turned his head and asked Lang Huan, "If I win at the Ten Kings Banquet, I can enter the Burial Earth."

"Yes, in this Ten Kings Banquet, those who rank at the top can enter the Burial Earth first. Because that spatial rift is very small and unstable, there are few spots to begin with," Lang Huan said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

This way, it was simple.

It was enough to sweep through all enemies and then enter the Burial Earth.

He looked at Mo Ling and said indifferently, "It's too easy to deal with you alone, and it's a waste of time."

Jun Xiaoyao's words caused Mo Ling's snake eyes to shoot out a cold light.

However, before he could refute, Jun Xiaoyao's following words made all the Burial Earth living beings in the entire Burial Earth Mountain dumbfounded.

"Today, I, the Son Of God, am here to challenge ten little kings alone!"

"All of you, come on up!"

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves, his bearing extraordinary.

The aura of a perfected Divine Fire Realm surged out wildly. His surging blood qi was no longer concealed and burst out directly!

It was as if a divine king had come out of seclusion, as if an ancient god had descended to the world!

Many young Burial Earth living beings with weaker cultivation were directly shaken to the ground, their faces as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was too fierce, like a primordial divine elephant, shaking heaven and earth and falling stars with a roar!

"You …"

Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Nine Nether Ao, and the rest of the Ten Little Kings wore cold expressions.

What were the Ten Little Kings? They were the most outstanding geniuses of the Ten Regions of Eternal Burial Earth.

On the other hand, Jun Xiaoyao was just an outsider, yet he dared to speak so arrogantly and challenge all of them by himself.

This was no longer arrogance, but naked contempt!

Jun Xiaoyao regarded them as ants and did not put them in his eyes at all!

All the prodigies of the Burial Ground were dumbfounded.

Only Lang Huan was very attentive. She noticed Jun Xiaoyao's way of addressing himself.

"He calls himself the Son Of God. It seems that he is not only a genius of the Jun Family, but also the most important Son Of God."

Lang Huan understood what the Son Of God represented.

The Son Of God was a core figure even in a family of the Ancients with a strong foundation.

Jun Xiaoyao's status was much nobler than she had imagined!

"Unfortunately, this little fresh meat can only be seen, but not eaten." Lang Huan was a little annoyed.

At first, she thought that her identity as the Ninth Princess of the Demonic Kingdom was more than enough to match Jun Xiaoyao.

Now it seemed that she was really climbing up the social ladder.

"Human outside, you are too presumptuous. This is the Burial Ground, not a place for you to be arrogant!"

The King of the Eight-Armed Spider Demons spoke.

His body was pitch-black, and he had four pairs of eyes on his face and eight arms on his body. Rather than calling him a humanoid creature, he was more like a humanoid monster.

However, his aura was very powerful, and his cultivation was at the Lesser Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

However, with the Eight-Armed Spider Demons' racial talent, his strength was comparable to a prodigy at the Greater Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

"Die!"

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon attacked. He opened his mouth and spat out a silver thread that wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao.

At the same time, his eight arms struck out together. Black murderous aura surged and formed a seal.

This was one of the Eight-Armed Spider Demons' great abilities, the Eight Spider Demonic Seal.

The silver thread wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.

"Is he stupid?"

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy had just revealed a smile when he saw something shocking.

The silver thread he spat out disappeared into the void.

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao moved and took the initiative to flash toward the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy.

In the next moment, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy was even more shocked.

His Eight Spider Demonic Seal had completely disappeared, as if it had been dissolved by an invisible force.

"How is this possible? You...!" The Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy's expression was full of shock.

Although he had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao had some sort of mystical immunity to magical powers, he knew that Jun Xiaoyao possessed a mystical immunity ability.

However, he had thought that it was some kind of magical ability.

In the end, he didn't expect it to be so strange. He didn't even have to take the initiative to use it, and it could directly dissolve all Dharmic powers.

This was too strange, too unexpected.

Before the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy could recover from his shock, Jun Xiaoyao's palm strike was already coming down on him.

There was no magical ability or Dharmic power.

It was just a simple palm strike, but it carried ten billion pounds of physical strength and bombarded the chest of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy.

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy hurriedly resisted. Eight sharp and sturdy spears broke out of his spine and protected in front of him.

This was the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy's innate ability, the Eight Spider Divine Spear.

The result was —

Crack!

The Eight Spider Divine Spear was directly shattered by the palm strike. Jun Xiaoyao's palm strike didn't lose its momentum and heavily bombarded the chest of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy.

Then …

There was a loud bang.

The sky was filled with blood mist.

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy had died!

The entire Burying Soul Mountain was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

All the creatures in the Burial Ground who were watching the battle widened their eyes and felt their scalps tingle. It was as if their heads were about to explode.

One of the Ten Minor Kings was killed in seconds just like that.

All the creatures felt like they were in a dream.

It was too unreal.

He was the strongest prodigy in a region with extraordinary strength. He stood out from millions of young prodigies and became one of the Ten Minor Kings.

But now, he couldn't even withstand one strike from Jun Xiaoyao!

This kind of decisive instant kill was too shocking. It made people feel numb all over.

"You …" Some of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigies who came to watch the battle were stunned at first, then endless anger surged.

They couldn't help but want to attack.

However, they were met with Jun Xiaoyao's frosty eyes.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them. The Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigies instantly woke up.

They remembered that Jun Xiaoyao still had three terrifying Supreme Saint puppets, the God Slaying Dolls.

If Jun Xiaoyao used them, they wouldn't be able to deal with Jun Xiaoyao unless they asked for help from the Sacred Lords.

Thinking of this, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigies held back and didn't attack.

As for Mo Ling, his face also froze.

Although his strength was slightly stronger than the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy, it was really only by a little.

If Jun Xiaoyao could kill the Eight-Armed Spider Demon prodigy with one strike, it probably wouldn't take more than two to three strikes to deal with him.

"Why? Are you still going to challenge this Son Of God alone?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently with his hands behind his back.

Mo Ling's face was as ugly as if he had eaten sh * t.

Jun Xiaoyao was like sprinkling salt on his wound.

"Hmph, I don't believe it!"

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Race snorted coldly. He had decided to attack.