Chapter 2981

The figures of Jun Xiaoyao and Sang Yu emerged.

His gaze indifferently sized up Yuan Mo.

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "Hun Tian Clan?"

Sang Yu heard this, and her small face suddenly turned slightly pale.

She immediately understood that this group of people should be the people behind the scenes who had previously driven the Lotus View Master and others at the Blood River Burial Star.

"Not bad, I am Yuan Mo of the Hun Tian Clan."

"It seems that you are indeed the recently famous Young Master Jun Xiaoyao, and also the Xiaoyao King of the Tianyu Immortal Dynasty."

Yuan Mo was not the kind of brainless person.

He did not come up with all kinds of provocations.

Of course, he was not here to chat with Jun Xiaoyao either.

"Since you know my identity, what is the meaning of this move of yours?"

Jun Xiaoyao's tone carried a hint of laziness.

Seeing this attitude, the two masters of great forces on the side were secretly surprised.

You must know that the Hun Tian Clan is an existence that ranks in the top ten of the hundred strongest races.

It is even called a quasi-hegemon clan.

Facing a figure from this force, Jun Xiaoyao still had such an attitude.

It can only be said that he really had no one in his eyes.

Yuan Mo's eyes also narrowed slightly.

He laughed and said: "Actually, it's nothing; I just don't know if Young Master Jun knows a place called the Blood River Burial Star?"

When he said this, his gaze suddenly became sharp, looking directly at Jun Xiaoyao.

Yuan Mo felt that Jun Xiaoyao might defend himself and explain something.

However, the words Jun Xiaoyao spoke made even Yuan Mo stunned.

"That's right, I took the chaotic crystal vein; what do you want?"

Simple, direct, crisp, without the slightest beating around the bush.

Jun Xiaoyao said it very calmly, not caring at all.

Yuan Mo's expression froze, and he could not help but say: "Then you should know the principle of first come, first served; I discovered that vein first."

Jun Xiaoyao was too lazy to even look at Yuan Mo.

"To me, Jun, there is no first come, first served; what is mine is mine, and what is not mine is also mine."

"If there is nothing else, you can get lost."

Another casual sentence made Yuan Mo's expression slightly unable to hold up.

One of the masters of the great forces on the side could not help but say:

"Enough, although you are the Xiaoyao King of the Tianyu Immortal Dynasty, Young Master Yuan Mo is also a pride of the Hun Tian Clan; how can you..."

This master of the great force had not finished speaking.

Jun Xiaoyao looked over indifferently.

In an instant, this powerhouse felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if a chill was spreading up from his spine inch by inch.

His voice stopped immediately.

Yuan Mo frowned slightly and said: "Jun Xiaoyao, I have to say, you are a character, but my Hun Tian Clan is not an ordinary force."

"So what?"

A strange light flashed in Yuan Mo's eyes, and he said:

"Never mind, the matter of the Blood River Burial Star, let's not mention it for now; I hope you can go to my Hun Tian Clan."

"Oh?"

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a smile.

"I have to say, you are very bold."

Yuan Mo shook his head and said: "You are overthinking; I just want to invite you to be a guest at the Hun Tian Clan."

"What if I say no?"

"Heh, provoking the top ten of the hundred strongest races is not a wise choice."

Yuan Mo's eyes also turned cold.

Jun Xiaoyao's attitude truly made him extremely unhappy.

As an elite of the Hun Tian Clan, wherever he went, he was praised and respected, and even Emperor Realm figures wanted to be on good terms with him.

But Jun Xiaoyao was impervious to persuasion.

He did not even put him in his eyes at all.

"Are you threatening me?"

Jun Xiaoyao was still in a calm and waveless state.

Only the smile on the corner of his mouth carried a hint of playfulness.

This was a very familiar smile.

It represented that someone else was going to be unlucky.

"Then we shall see."

Yuan Mo snorted coldly.

He was not stupid; he knew Jun Xiaoyao's capabilities.

Even with his secret treasures and two great Emperor Realm figures, he probably could not deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

Appearing this time was just to see if he could use the background of the Hun Tian Clan to intimidate Jun Xiaoyao.

Facts proved that Jun Xiaoyao was not afraid of any threats at all.

So Yuan Mo could only give up for the time being and wait for the Hun Tian Clan to make arrangements.

Yuan Mo and the others were about to leave.

However, a faint voice rang out.

"After appearing in front of me, Jun, and saying two harsh threats, you want to leave safely?"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were indifferent.

"Although you are the Xiaoyao King of the Tianyu Immortal Dynasty and have an extraordinary status, my Hun Tian Clan is not someone anyone can provoke," Yuan Mo frowned and said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao did not say a word and covered him with a palm!

In this world, there was no one or force that he, Jun Xiaoyao, dared not provoke!

"Jun Xiaoyao, you dare!"

Yuan Mo's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly sacrificed his protective means.

There was an ancient sword crossing the sky, and a broken bronze ancient shield, blooming with a deterrent aura.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm also covered the others, including the two Emperor Realm powerhouses.

They also instinctively attacked, with Emperor Dao radiance surging.

However, all of this, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He swept his palm across, with chaotic aura lingering between his fingers, as if an ancient chaotic sky was covering down.

It was also like the Five-Finger Mountain, suppressing everything, even the palm prints were clearly visible, wrapping Yuan Mo and the others within it.

The means of the two great emperors were instantly shattered by Jun Xiaoyao's palm, their entire emperor bodies trembling, crushed by the chaotic aura, with blood rain splashing.

And Yuan Mo was also shocked and angry.

There was still a hint of hidden regret in his eyes.

With his status as a member of the Hun Tian Clan, wherever he went, he was respected and feared by everyone.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao was truly a master who was not afraid of trouble and did not care about the Hun Tian Clan at all.

The various protective means Yuan Mo sacrificed were also like paper in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

He could also sense that although Yuan Mo could be considered an elite of the Hun Tian Clan,

he was obviously not the most core figure.

"You Hun Tian Clan members pride yourselves on your chaotic bloodline."

"Then I will let you see what true chaos is."

Not to mention, he had once studied the Great Divine Art of the Thunder Emperor, so he was naturally even more fearless of thunder power.

Jun Xiaoyao, white robes fluttering, like a God-King walking in chaos, his every move crushing the heavens and earth, his aura so strong that the universe trembled.

Those two great emperors had no resistance at all and directly turned into blood foam.

The others were also the same.

"Damn it, Jun Xiaoyao!"

Yuan Mo also let out a sharp shout, urging his own chaotic bloodline.

It was just that his chaotic bloodline, in front of Jun Xiaoyao's orthodox Chaos Body,

was simply like a grandson seeing his great-grandfather, suppressed to the extreme.

"How is it possible? Even if it is a Chaos Body, it is impossible to completely restrain the chaotic bloodline!"

Yuan Mo was shocked.

Their Hun Tian Clan's chaotic bloodline was inherited from a peerless Chaos Body of their ancestors.

Even if they encountered a true Chaos Body, it would not be so unbearable.

But in an instant, as if thinking of something, Yuan Mo looked at Jun Xiaoyao's pupils, which also suddenly shrank to the size of a needle.

"Could it be that you are not an ordinary Chaos Body?"

He said in fear.