Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Regarding the news of the Fallen Feather Saint Son’s demise and the Fallen Feather Race’s submission, it spread throughout the Burial Soil in a short time.

Among the Ten Little Kings, not only did Chu Tianba and Lang Huan receive the news.

Several other kings also received the information.

Among these Celestial Prides, some were watching the show, some were surprised, and some were unconvinced.

After all, no matter what, the Fallen Feather Saint Son was ultimately a Burial Soil creature and one of the Ten Little Kings.

But the one who killed him was an external Celestial Pride.

Does this somehow mean that Celestial Prides at the Tenth Minor King Level could not defeat an external Celestial Pride?

Where does this leave the reputation of the Ten Little Kings?

Therefore, some of the people among the Ten Little Kings were eager to confront Jun Xiaoyao.

If it weren’t for the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet, they might have already set off for the Yin Nether Realm.

However, what no creature knew was.

Jun Xiaoyao had actually left the Yin Nether Realm.

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In the skies above a blood-red plain at the border of the Asura Realm.

A flying ship traversed the void.

On the flying ship stood a group of creatures.

They all surrounded a handsome young man in white garments, who was Jun Xiaoyao.

”Master is truly powerful, to have flipped the Demon Wolf Thief with just one palm.”

This group of creatures was very young, traveling together to the Asura Realm.

Unexpectedly, they encountered the infamously savage Demon Wolf Thief on this blood-red plain.

And just as they were being besieged, a white-clad youth descended from the sky, flipping over the Demon Wolf Thief with a casual move.

This made the group of young creatures admire him immensely.

”It’s nothing, just a small matter,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand slightly.

He wasn’t idle enough to play the nice guy, but he wanted this group to guide him.

After all, he was unfamiliar with the Burial Soil.

”Master, you said you came from the Yin Nether Realm, but have you heard that the Fallen Feather Saint Son of the Yin Nether Realm was killed by an external Celestial Pride?” A young man with horns on his head said.

”I killed him,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

The entire flying ship went silent, the creatures looked at each other, then laughed.

”Master sure knows how to joke, that one was an external Celestial Pride, and you are a creature of the Burial Soil,” the horned young man said with a smile.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao indeed had a thick aura of death surging on him.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled nonchalantly, not caring.

He had refined the Yin Yang Divine Fruit, naturally gaining the ability to transform his life force and blood to death qi.

If not for this, he would be constantly watched wherever he went, which would hinder his actions.

”Master, with your strength coming to the Asura Realm, is it also for the Ninth Princess’s selection of Holy Guards?” another young woman hesitated for a long time before speaking.

She looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her expression bashful but finally mustered the courage to speak.

”Selection of Holy Guards?” Jun Xiaoyao said in slight confusion.

”Master, do you not know of this matter?” the group was surprised instead.

At this time, those coming to the Asura Realm were all for the selection of Holy Guards, weren’t they?

Jun Xiaoyao began to understand.

The so-called selection of Holy Guards was a message issued by the Ninth Princess of Asura Demon Country.

Every time the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet commenced, the Ten Little Kings would choose a group of Holy Guards for their respective kings to fight each other.

And this time’s Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet seemed to have a deeper reason behind it.

In the eyes of these creatures, with Jun Xiaoyao’s strength, he likely came to compete to be the Holy Guard of the Ninth Princess.

But unexpectedly, Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t even heard of it.

”Selection of Holy Guards, Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet?” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes twinkled.

He seemed to have found a breakthrough point.

As for that Ninth Princess Lang Huan, Jun Xiaoyao also knew she ranked second among the Ten Little Kings, her strength was not to be underestimated.

Looking at the external world, she is probably a top-notch Proud Maiden.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care about Lang Huan.

But he could learn about the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet and the Burial Realm from her.

After all, Lang Huan’s status was much higher than that of the Cang family sisters, and naturally, she knew more.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao pondering, the horned creature said: ”Master, do you want to join us for the selection, maybe you’ll have the chance to meet that legendary beauty.”

At these words, the male creatures present all showed a lecherous expression.

After all, with the unusual environment of the Burial Soil, beauties were rare, so showing such an expression was understandable.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

He had seen many beauties and felt nothing.

”To make me someone else’s Holy Guard? Heh... let that Lang Huan be my maid instead,” Jun Xiaoyao said casually with a smile.

Yet this one statement made all the creatures present shiver.

The horned young man was shocked: ”Master, in the Asura Realm, don’t ever say such things, you’ll get beaten up.”

The Ninth Princess Lang Huan was extremely popular in the Asura Realm.

If anyone heard Jun Xiaoyao’s words, he’d surely get into a fight.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, unsure of what to say.

Making a princess from a nation his maid was no surprise to Jun Xiaoyao.

Didn’t he already tame the Eldest Princess Wu Mingyue of the Panwu Divine Dynasty?

Taming the Ninth Princess Lang Huan of the Demon Kingdom shouldn’t take much effort for Jun Xiaoyao either.

”Do you think the master is just like you, hungry for beauties?” several female creatures said, their eyes full of brilliance.

A man like Jun Xiaoyao, who was handsome and uninterested in beauties, was very rare in the Burial Soil.

”Since there’s nothing to do, let’s go take a look,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Afterwards, they ventured deeper into the Asura Realm.

The Asura Demon Country was located at the heart of the Asura Realm, an extremely prosperous nation.

The selection of Holy Guards was within the palace of the Asura Demon Kingdom.

Within just a few days, thousands of Burial Land Celestial Prides rushed to the Imperial City of the Demon Kingdom.

There was no choice, the Ninth Princess Lang Huan was too famous in the Asura Realm.

For many Celestial Prides, even if they weren’t selected to be a Holy Guard, just seeing Lang Huan was worth it.

A few days later, Jun Xiaoyao finally saw the Imperial City of the Asura Demon Kingdom.

Looking over, the entire Imperial City’s walls were dark red, fitting with the Asura Demon Kingdom’s iron-blooded temperament.

The towering city walls extended to the end on both sides.

”Finally here, with master’s strength, perhaps you might successfully be chosen as a Holy Guard.” the horned youth laughed.

Jun Xiaoyao laughed without speaking.

Becoming someone else’s guard was impossible, not in this lifetime.

After all, collecting slaves was Jun Xiaoyao’s hobby.

After entering the city, Jun Xiaoyao and the others directly headed to the palace.

At this moment, the Asura Demon Kingdom’s palace was already a sea of people, with numerous creatures gathered.

Among them, many creatures were extremely powerful.

Some of them had auras not much weaker than the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

Yet now, they willingly came to compete to become Lang Huan’s Holy Guard.

It’s evident that wherever and whenever, lapdogs like these are never in short supply.

Jun Xiaoyao couldn’t help but shake his head.

It’s just a woman, is it worth it, what’s so great about licking?

At this moment, a beautiful young woman in white, appearing like celestial and charming, approached from the sky.

”It’s Qin Xian’Er, the Ninth Princess’s personal maid!”

Shouts resounded from all directions.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes glanced over as well.