Chapter 235: Pagoda Subdues River Demon, Luoli Never Grows Tall

It is said that every thing has its match.

Jiang Luoli is the daughter-in-law Jiang Rou has approved of; Jun Xiaoyao truly cannot treat her too harshly.

Otherwise, if Jiang Luoli goes back and files a little complaint about Jun Xiaoyao bullying her, Jiang Rou will start nagging again.

"I've barely come down to the mortal realm to see Brother Xiaoyao, and I've even been imprisoned—can't I get just a little more hugging?"

Jiang Luoli deployed her cuteness technique, lifting her glistening little face, her big eyes glistening like water, as if speaking, pleading pitifully.

Black lines appeared on Jun Xiaoyao's forehead.

This cuteness had strong killing power, but Jun Xiaoyao was immune to it.

He wasn't a copper fetishist.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's lack of reaction, Jiang Xuling was taken aback.

When Jiang Luoli pouts, the entire Jiang family wants to cradle her in their hands and dote on her.

Yet this future brother-in-law showed not the slightest reaction.

Is he really emotionless?

"Get down." Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

"Oh…" Jiang Luoli, seeing her cuteness technique had no effect, obediently let go of her grip and feet.

Jiang Luoli sometimes likes to pout, but she never acts irrationally.

Yet thinking she could still spend some time with Jun Xiaoyao in the mortal realm, the girl began giggling to herself foolishly.

"This dumb girl…" Jun Xiaoyao was utterly speechless.

Jiang Luoli is clever and mischievous, but whenever she faces Jun Xiaoyao, she seems to lose her mind, becoming silly and dense.

Perhaps this is what happens when a woman is in love—she loses her brain.

"Thank you, brother-in-law, for your help; Xuling is deeply grateful." Jiang Xuling hurried forward, bowing respectfully.

Hearing this title, Jun Xiaoyao fell silent.

Jiang Luoli, however, grew shy and blushed, smiling: "Big brother, I haven't gotten that far with Brother Xiaoyao yet…"

Jun Xiaoyao felt a bead of sweat—was this girl really counting on him completely?

"You still haven't grown taller or bigger after all this time."

Looking at Jiang Luoli's unchanged petite stature and her flat chest.

Jun Xiaoyao momentarily wondered if Jiang Luoli, like Jun Clan's Sixteenth Ancestor, had eaten some Immortal Fruit of Eternal Youth and would never grow up.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you're saying I'm short again!"

Jiang Luoli pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

"Heavenly king, earth tiger, Luoli's five feet tall."

"Pagoda subdues river demon, Luoli never grows tall." Jun Xiaoyao replied honestly.

Previously, Jiang Luoli had been at his chest level.

Now she could barely reach his waist.

She wouldn't even need to kneel to bite him.

And if they ever had to do the deed of continuing the lineage.

It wouldn't be "one step to the stomach"—it'd be "out of the mouth."

"My development isn't bad at all!" Jiang Luoli stuck out her tiny waist and pushed her chest forward desperately.

But it just… wouldn't puff up.

"Enough." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head.

He had no time to discuss physiological development with this dumb girl; he turned to Jiang Xuling and said:

"I don't oppose your exterminating sects and clans, but be careful not to drown in a ditch—I can't protect you every single moment."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Jiang Xuling nodded vigorously.

Indeed.

If not for Jun Xiaoyao's help, he and Jiang Luoli might have been in grave danger.

"Thank you, Young Master." Jiang Xuling said gratefully.

"Can you change the title?" Jun Xiaoyao rubbed his temples.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Jiang Xuling said.

Jun Xiaoyao gave a slight nod.

Given his importance to the Jiang family, being called Young Master was perfectly reasonable.

After resolving this matter, Jun Xiaoyao did not relax.

He still had to deal with the Ancient God Clan.

Moreover, he must visit the Primordial Divine Mountain on the Ten Thousand Phenomena Continent.

Since the Primordial Imperial Clan wants to give the Jun Clan a warning.

Then Jun Xiaoyao, naturally, must give the Primordial Imperial Clan a shock.

To return a favor is proper etiquette.

After a brief reorganization, Jun Xiaoyao led this group to the Ancient God Clan's encampment.

The Ancient God Clan is now locked in fierce combat with the Ancient Demon Clan, the Ancient Beast Clan, and the Sin Clan.

They had nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, the Great Yin Imperial Court arrived in time to reinforce them, allowing them to hold on.

But even with Great Yin's support, winning this battle remains extremely difficult.

Because besides the Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Beast Clan, all four Sin Clans have gathered here.

They are the Blood Feather Clan, the Golden Giant Clan, the Earth Demon Clan, and the Nine Youmingque Clan.

These four Sin Clans are all extremely powerful.

Combined with the Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Beast Clan.

The fact that the Ancient God Clan has held out this long is already a miracle.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and magical energies surged, shaking the heavens.

"Ancient God Clan, Great Yin Imperial Court—you won't last much longer!" sneered an Ancient Demon Saint.

"Indeed, it's time for you to be wiped out," added the Ancient Beast Saint coldly.

"Ancient God Clan, you've suppressed our clan for so long—blood debt must be repaid!" said the Blood Feather Saint, his back bearing a pair of crimson wings, his voice laced with icy malice.

The Ancient Demon Clan and the Ancient Beast Clan have rebelled and aided in breaking their seals.

Thus, these four Sin Clans have poured all their resentment and hatred onto the Ancient God Clan.

"Sin Clan is Sin Clan—your blood is tainted with sin. Our Ancient God Clan serves the Lord's Jun Clan, spilling blood and sacrificing lives, never yielding even unto death!"

Shouted an Ancient God Saint, his body drenched in blood, yet his battle aura raging.

"Until you see the coffin, you won't shed a tear—kill!" said the Nine Youmingque Saint, his voice brimming with killing intent.

The Great Yin Emperor approached an Ancient God Saint and whispered: "Don't worry—in the Divine Son's eyes, these Sin Clans are nothing but paper tigers and clay dogs."

After witnessing the terrifying power of the Fallen Sacred Body, the Great Yin Emperor had no fear of these Sin Clans—even a trace of pity lingered in his eyes.

"I hope the Divine Son arrives soon—we can't hold out much longer," sighed the Ancient God Saint.

Below, Jun Ying'er, Fang Han, and others were also fighting.

Jun Ying'er fought while thinking of Jun Xiaoyao, wondering when he would arrive.

Fang Han remained expressionless as always.

Since Jun Xiaoyao's appearance, Jun Ying'er had spoken to him only a handful of times.

Most of her time was spent by Jun Xiaoyao's side.

This made Fang Han extremely displeased.

But he had no recourse—Jun Xiaoyao was a being he could not provoke.

Fang Han may be narrow-minded and possessive, but he is not foolish.

He knew who to provoke and who not to.

Even his father, the Great Yin Emperor, was merely a servant before Jun Xiaoyao.

What was he?

Yet during this period of battle, Fang Han's power had steadily risen by offering Sin Clan sacrifices to the Divine Tablet.

But he had not revealed it, reserving it as a hidden trump card to fool his enemies.

At that moment, a disturbance erupted in the heavens.

The Ancient Demon Saint, the Ancient Beast Saint, the Blood Feather Saint, and the Nine Youmingque Saint were surrounding and attacking an Ancient God Saint, aiming to eliminate him first.

In terms of Saint numbers, the Ancient God Clan and Great Yin Imperial Court were vastly outnumbered by the Ancient Beast Clan and the four Sin Clans.

Just as the Ancient God Saint was about to be overwhelmed.

A towering figure with wild, flowing hair and surging demonic energy shattered space and punched straight at the Ancient Demon Saint.

Puff!

Body shattered, Saint blood rained down.

One punch—Saint slain.