"Is there really a sign-in task?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

He didn't find it surprising; rather, it was within his expectations.

"Jun Gongzi, if you don't mind, you can temporarily stay in my palace until the Ten Kings Banquet begins, and then we can go together," Lang Huan said.

Her title had changed from "this princess" to "this humble servant."

This change indicated that Jun Xiaoyao's strength had indeed conquered Lang Huan.

If Jun Xiaoyao only had looks, Lang Huan might have seen him merely as a pet or a pretty boy.

But Jun Xiaoyao happened to possess both beauty and strength.

Lang Huan was somewhat convinced.

"Sure," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao agree so readily, a glint of cunning satisfaction flashed in Lang Huan's beautiful eyes.

"Little puppy, living in this princess's palace, how could you possibly escape my grasp?" Lang Huan thought to herself, feeling pleased.

In terms of martial power, she was indeed no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

But she was a woman.

To men, women are the most lethal weapons.

She didn't believe that Jun Xiaoyao could withstand her allure.

In Lang Huan's view, the reason Jun Xiaoyao was refusing was likely due to pride.

He didn't want to fall into her hands so easily.

"All men are just lecherous old fools; this princess doesn't believe you're a gentleman," Lang Huan mused.

As long as they lived together, wouldn't there be plenty of opportunities?

Lang Huan had already begun to fantasize about indulging herself with Jun Xiaoyao.

Meanwhile, Qin Xian'er, witnessing this scene, felt her pretty face dim slightly.

However, while she felt disappointed, she was also happy for Lang Huan, who had found a man she liked.

As for the group of infatuated admirers outside the palace, they were all heartbroken, feeling as if they had lost the meaning of life.

"Like a withered tree, with a heart of ashes," was the most fitting description.

Thus, men must never be sycophants.

You might be fawning over a goddess while she's scheming to win over other men.

"No, I refuse to accept this reality!"

"How could Princess Lang Huan possibly take a liking to that pretty boy!"

"But who is that pretty boy? His strength is astonishing!"

Outside the palace, numerous voices of discussion erupted.

In the end, the group that had come with Jun Xiaoyao inadvertently let slip his identity.

This revelation was like a pot boiling over, stirring up a tremendous uproar.

"What? That pretty boy is the Jun family's prodigy who killed the Fallen Feather Saint Son in the Nether Domain?"

"No wonder! Thinking about it this way, it makes sense. Who else would dare to casually kill the Corpse Dragon Clan's Long Kun besides him?"

"But the aura on him is the death aura of our Burial Soil beings!"

"That kind of aura can be imitated and transformed. With the Jun family's prodigy's abilities, he might have a way."

As the truth was unveiled, the entire capital of the Shura Demon Kingdom was in an uproar.

The Burial Soil prodigies never expected that the pretty boy was the rumored Jun family prodigy.

Many Burial Soil beings felt a wave of fear when they recalled how they had once provoked the Jun family prodigy.

If Jun Xiaoyao decided to kill, none of them would survive.

However, they soon realized that Jun Xiaoyao had not returned.

This meant that after being taken into Lang Huan's private palace, he had not come out.

What did this signify? All the beings understood.

"How could things develop so quickly?"

"No, I don't believe it! How could my goddess be taken by an outsider prodigy?"

"This is a disgrace! It's a disgrace for us Burial Soil men!"

The many sycophants shouted, unwilling to accept this bloody reality.

This group of Burial Soil prodigies had pursued Lang Huan for so long, only to find that she looked down on them.

Now, she favored an outsider prodigy and was even willing to take the initiative.

The disparity was too great for them to accept.

One of the most beautiful women in Burial Soil had been taken by an outsider prodigy.

For the Burial Soil prodigies, this was akin to a bolt from the blue.

This news began to spread from the capital of the Shura Demon Kingdom.

Because Lang Huan had a significant reputation in the Eternal Burial Soil, the news spread rapidly, and soon, it was known throughout the ten domains of Burial Soil.

In the Dragon Skeleton Domain, atop a mountain of white bones.

A man with dragon horns and a pair of white bone wings on his back wore an expression filled with extreme killing intent and coldness.

"That Jun family prodigy is simply courting death, daring to kill my Corpse Dragon Clan's people!"

This man was named Long Xiang, the strongest prodigy of the Corpse Dragon Clan in this generation, one of the Ten Young Kings.

Moreover, his strength ranked among the top five of the Ten Young Kings, far surpassing that of the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

Jun Xiaoyao had killed Long Kun openly and without restraint, which was a provocation and contempt towards the Corpse Dragon Clan.

Long Xiang's gaze was icy, and his killing intent made the heavens and earth change color.

"At the Ten Kings Banquet, I hope you come. I will personally settle the score for Long Kun!" Long Xiang's aura erupted, the deathly aura rolling, vaguely forming a phantom of a giant white bone dragon behind him.

Long Xiang was not the only one who received the news.

The other kings preparing to attend the banquet also learned of this news.

In a swamp filled with decaying death aura, a man with a human body and a serpent's tail heard the news and let out an angry roar!

"How could this happen? How could Lang Huan be taken by another man? No, Lang Huan is mine!"

This man, with a human body and a serpent's tail, covered his head with his hands, letting out a reluctant howl.

He was a prodigy of the Sky-Devouring Demon Python Clan, named Mo Ling, one of the Ten Young Kings, and a devoted pursuer of Lang Huan.

Serpents are inherently lustful, and Mo Ling had a mad infatuation for Lang Huan, but she had always kept her distance from him.

Mo Ling had intended to use the Ten Kings Banquet to completely conquer Lang Huan and make her his woman.

Unexpectedly, someone else had gotten to her first.

What drove Mo Ling mad was that Lang Huan had actively offered herself to another.

This made Mo Ling go insane, nearly losing his mind.

"Jun family prodigy, I want you dead!" Mo Ling's serpent-like eyes revealed unprecedented ferocity!

On a purple mountain, a being exuded overwhelming malevolence.

This being had a head resembling that of a wolf, with a pair of massive gray horns on its head, covered in black scales, with blood-red fur growing between the scales.

Behind this being were nine tails, each ending in the head of a fierce beast, looking incredibly ferocious.

If Jun Xiaoyao were present, he would surely be astonished, as this being resembled the legendary ancient fierce beast, the Nine Nether Howler.

This creature, resembling the Nine Nether Howler, was also one of the Ten Young Kings and possessed considerable combat strength.

"The flesh and blood of the Jun family prodigy should be quite delicious," this being murmured, its eyes filled with murderous intent!

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