Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

At first, upon hearing the news, Lang Huan thought it must be that the Fallen Feather Saint Son had misjudged and provoked other Kings stronger than him.

But now, Qin Xian’Er actually said that he was killed by an external Human Race.

And most importantly, that external Human Race was all alone.

Faced with this, the entire Fallen Feather Race wouldn’t even dare to retaliate against him; they even had to swallow their pride, apologize, and pay compensation.

This is quite something.

Lang Huan stood up in surprise, revealing her tall and slender figure.

Her purple skirt had a split design, showing off her ivory-like white and crystalline long legs.

Qin Xian’Er looked at Lang Huan’s long and beautiful legs, her pretty face blushing slightly, lowering her head.

Lang Huan didn’t notice; she was deep in thought about this news.

Because it felt too incredible.

”Are there any other detailed news?” Lang Huan asked.

Though she is a woman, her skills and vision were not inferior to any man.

In a way, she was similar to Princess Long Ji, both belonging to the category of strong women.

Lang Huan faintly sensed that the external Human Race might bring unprecedented variables to the Ancient Burial Land.

”Regarding the identity of that external Human Race, I heard his surname is Jun, and supposedly, he looks quite good.” Qin Xian’Er responded.

”Surname Jun... Could it really be such a coincidence?” Lang Huan’s eyes sparkled slightly.

She naturally knew of the incident that happened more than ten years ago.

If the surname Jun were a coincidence.

Then why would the Fallen Feather Race be so wary?

”Could it be true that people from that family have come to the Burial Soil again?” Lang Huan murmured softly.

Considering the attitude of the Fallen Feather Race, perhaps that external Human Race surnamed Jun is indeed from the Jun Family that caused a great uproar in the Burial Realm years ago.

”No wonder the Fallen Feather Race backed down.” Lang Huan sighed gently.

If the Asura Demon Country encountered such a thing, it would also be tricky to handle.

”You say, that Jun Family Celestial Pride looks very handsome?” Lang Huan’s eyes showed a hint of interest.

Qin Xian’Er nodded slightly.

”Hmph, the men from this Ancient Burial Land are all muddy, ugly creatures that make people nauseous at the sight, not sparking any interest. I wonder how handsome that Jun Family Celestial Pride is?” Lang Huan murmured.

As one of the most beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Land, Lang Huan had high standards.

But the men of her generation, one by one, were unimpressive.

Even the leader among the Ten Little Kings, the Ancient Tyrant Body, was of the muscular and sturdy type.

It didn’t strike her fancy at all.

She preferred the type of handsome young pups.

Fair-skinned and handsome.

The kind she could subdue until they cried.

Only this could satisfy her conquest desires.

”Alas, too bad the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet is about to start, no free time.”

”Otherwise, this Princess would really want to visit the Yin Nether Realm and see if that Jun Family Celestial Pride matches my taste.” Lang Huan expressed regret.

Qin Xian’Er half-kneeled on the ground, keeping her head lowered, silent.

Lang Huan then noticed.

Her enchanting eyes flashed with a trace of captivating charm, lips curling into a seductive smile, said: ”Xian’Er, are you jealous?”

”Ah... No.” Qin Xian’Er’s head lowered even further.

From the moment she developed consciousness, she followed Lang Huan closely.

Countless male Celestial Prides wanted to pursue Lang Huan, but she discarded them like old shoes.

In her view, the male Celestial Prides of the Burial Land were muddy, ugly creatures, both foolish and unsightly, making her sick at the sight.

Conversely, Lang Huan cherished and took care of Qin Xian’Er greatly.

Qin Xian’Er even felt that perhaps Lang Huan didn’t like men.

But now, Qin Xian’Er understood that Lang Huan was not against men; her standards were simply too high, not having met someone she fancied yet.

”Rest assured, how could this Princess abandon such a delightful person like Xian’Er?”

Lang Huan extended a long, beautiful leg, her jade foot lifting Qin Xian’Er’s chin, her eyes bewitching, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

”Princess...” Qin Xian’Er’s eyes revealed a look of infatuation and admiration.

”Xian’Er, go pick a few Holy Guards for me, accompany me to the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet.” Lang Huan stated.

”Xian’Er complies.” Qin Xian’Er replied.

After Qin Xian’Er departed, Lang Huan reclined on the bed, supporting her jade-like chin with a hand, her gaze thoughtful.

”Why has the Jun Family Celestial Pride come to the Burial Soil; is it perhaps due to the impending opening of the Burial Realm?”

Lang Huan pondered, temporarily unable to find an answer.

Yet she faintly felt that the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet might not be as tranquil as expected.

...

The Celestial Nether Realm is undoubtedly the most prosperous and flourishing realm among the Ten Domains of the Ancient Burial Soil.

And this realm also harbors an overlord power, namely the Netherworld King Hall.

Speaking of the Netherworld King Hall, besides the famed and powerful Celestial Nether Burial Emperor, there’s also the Hall’s strongest Celestial Pride, that legendary Ancient Tyrant Body.

Rumor has it that this Overlord Body crawled out of a deep abyss on his own.

Upon emerging, his aura shook the entire Celestial Nether Realm.

Currently, in the depths of the Netherworld King Hall.

A silhouette was seated on a solitary peak.

It was a robustly built man, with loose black hair, possessing copper-colored skin.

His face rugged, his eyes emanating visions of suns perishing and stars sinking, his entire being exuding an uncontrollable domineering aura.

Like an unsheathed sword, his presence was sharp and conspicuous.

This muscular young man had a terrifyingly powerful aura, with an imposing demeanor capable of sweeping across eight wildernesses.

Yet what drew attention were the cracks covering his copper-toned sturdy body, resembling a fissured porcelain.

Even so, the vigorous power contained in that flesh body continued to subtly distort the surrounding void.

This fiercely spirited young man was the Netherworld King Hall’s Ancient Tyrant Body, a young Venerable with a flawed body.

He was strong.

Possessing the rare Celestial Tyrant Body, even though imperfect, he firmly held the position at the pinnacle among the Ten Little Kings.

At this moment, this Ancient Tyrant Body, Chu Tianba, eyes released a three-foot chilling light.

”I can feel it, the aura of a nemesis...” Chu Tianba’s voice was deep and resonant, like a lion.

He had crawled out from the abyss, forgetting everything, abandoning the past, retaining only his name and a flawed Overlord Body.

Yet even so, the destiny engraved in his marrow remained unavoidable.

The Celestial Tyrant Body and Desolate Ancient Sacred Body were meant to be mortal enemies!

”Could that Jun Family Celestial Pride be a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body...” Chu Tianba’s eyes flickered with cold light.

Even though he didn’t know Jun Xiaoyao, nor did they have any grudge.

Yet it didn’t prevent him from feeling hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao.

The two physiques are inherently deadly foes, not needing any fancy grievances.

Encountered, it meant a fight!

”I await you...” Chu Tianba stood, his black hair wild, looking down upon mountains and rivers.

He stomped the ground forcefully; with a rumble, the mountain peak beneath his feet cracked.

The rock surface fell away, revealing four grand characters.

Only I Am Supreme!