Chapter 334: The Defective Ancient Cangtian Tyrant Body, Chu Tianba!

When she first heard the news, Lang Huan thought it was the Fallen Feather Saint Son who had foolishly provoked some other kings stronger than him.

But now Qin Xian'er said he was killed by an outsider human.

And most importantly, that outsider human was alone.

Yet the entire Fallen Feather Clan dared not retaliate—instead, they had to beg for mercy and offer apologies.

This was interesting.

Lang Huan rose in surprise, her tall figure fully revealed.

Because her purple skirt was slit, a pair of long, ivory-white, glistening legs were exposed.

Qin Xian'er glanced at Lang Huan's slender, beautiful legs, her face flushing slightly as she lowered her head.

Lang Huan didn't notice—she was still pondering the news.

It felt too unbelievable.

"Are there any other details?" Lang Huan asked.

Though female, her tactics and vision were no less than any man's.

In a way, she was similar to Princess Long Ji—both were women of strength.

Lang Huan vaguely sensed that this outsider human might bring unprecedented change to the Ancient Burial Land.

"The outsider's surname is said to be Jun, and he's reportedly quite handsome," Qin Xian'er said.

"Jun… could it be that coincidental?" Lang Huan's eyes flickered slightly.

She naturally knew of the event over a decade ago.

If the surname Jun was mere coincidence,

why would the Fallen Feather Clan be so fearful?

"Could it truly be that someone from that clan has returned to the Burial Land?" Lang Huan whispered to herself.

Combined with the Fallen Feather Clan's reaction, perhaps this Jun outsider was indeed the Jun Clan that once caused chaos in the Burial Land.

"No wonder the Fallen Feather Clan cowered," Lang Huan sighed.

Even the Blood Demon Realm would struggle terribly with such a situation.

"You say this Jun Clan prodigy is handsome?" Lang Huan's eyes gleamed with interest.

Qin Xian'er nodded slightly.

"Hmph, the men of the Ancient Burial Land are all dirty, muddy clods—ugly, repulsive, utterly unappealing. Just looking at them makes me sick. Just how handsome is this Jun Clan prodigy?" Lang Huan murmured.

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

Yet every male prodigy of her generation failed to impress her.

Even the top of the Ten Little Kings—the Ancient Tyrant Body—was merely a bulky, muscular type.

It didn't match Lang Huan's taste at all.

She preferred the type of a delicate, pretty little puppy.

Pale skin, handsome face.

The kind who'd cry for her.

Only then would her desire to conquer be satisfied.

"Ah, pity—the Ten Kings Banquet is coming soon. I can't spare the time."

"Otherwise, this princess would truly go to the Yinming Realm to see if this Jun Clan prodigy meets my taste," Lang Huan said regretfully.

Qin Xian'er knelt on the ground, head bowed, silent.

Only then did Lang Huan notice.

Her enchanting eyes flickered with a seductive glow, her lips curling into a sultry smile: "Xian'er, are you jealous?"

"Ah… no," Qin Xian'er's head dipped lower.

Since the moment she gained consciousness, she had always followed Lang Huan.

Countless male prodigies had pursued Lang Huan, but she discarded them all like trash.

In her eyes, the male prodigies of the Burial Land were all muddy clods—stupid, ugly, revolting to look at.

Yet Lang Huan treated Qin Xian'er with great affection and care.

Qin Xian'er even thought Lang Huan might dislike men.

But now Qin Xian'er understood: Lang Huan didn't dislike men—she simply had too high standards and hadn't met the right one yet.

"Don't worry—how could this princess ever abandon a darling like you?"

Lang Huan extended a long, beautiful leg, her jade foot tilting Qin Xian'er's chin upward, her gaze alluring and intimate.

"Your Highness…" Qin Xian'er's eyes shimmered with adoration.

"Xian'er, go choose several Sacred Guards to accompany me to the Ten Kings Banquet," Lang Huan said.

"I obey, Your Highness," Qin Xian'er replied.

After Qin Xian'er left, Lang Huan lay on her bed, her jade hand propping up her chin, eyes lost in thought.

"Why would the Jun Clan prodigy come to the Burial Land? Is it also because the Burial Realm is about to open?"

Lang Huan pondered, but found no answer.

Yet she vaguely felt the Ten Kings Banquet might not be as peaceful as expected.

…

Tianming Realm was the most prosperous and flourishing of the Ten Realms of the Ancient Burial Land.

This realm also had a dominant force: the Grave King Palace.

When speaking of the Grave King Palace, besides its ruler—the mighty Tianming Burial Emperor—there was also its strongest prodigy, the legendary Ancient Tyrant Body.

Rumor had it this Tyrant Body crawled out of the Abyss himself.

When he emerged, his aura shook the entire Tianming Realm.

Now, deep within the Grave King Palace,

a figure sat cross-legged atop a lone peak.

He was a muscular man, black hair flowing freely, his skin a weathered bronze.

His face was rugged, his eyes showing visions of suns collapsing and stars falling, radiating an unrestrained, ferocious aura.

Like a drawn sword—sharp, brimming with edge.

This young, muscular man's aura was terrifying, exuding an invincible might that crushed all eight directions.

But what drew attention was the network of cracks covering his bronze-hued body, like fissures in cracked porcelain.

Yet even so, the raw power within his flesh still seemed to warp the surrounding void.

This ferocious young man was the Grave King Palace's Ancient Tyrant Body—a young supreme being with a damaged body.

He was strong.

As a rare and scarce Cangtian Tyrant Body, even in his damaged state, he still held the top position among the Ten Little Kings.

At this moment, this Ancient Tyrant Body, Chu Tianba, shot three-foot-long icy light from his eyes.

"I feel it—the aura of my destined rival…" Chu Tianba's voice was deep and resonant, like a lion's roar.

He crawled from the Abyss, forgetting everything, abandoning his past, keeping only his name and his damaged Tyrant Body.

Yet even so, the fate etched into his marrow could not be escaped.

Cangtian Tyrant Body and Huanggu Shengti were destined mortal enemies!

"Could this Jun Clan prodigy be the Huanggu Shengti…" Chu Tianba's eyes brimmed with cold light.

Even though he had never met Jun Xiaoyao, had no grudge or history with him,

it didn't stop him from feeling hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao.

These two body types were naturally mortal enemies—no need for petty grudges or elaborate reasons.

When they meet, just fight!

"I'll wait for you…" Chu Tianba stood, black hair whipping wildly, surveying the mountains and rivers for miles.

He slammed his foot down—BOOM! The lone peak beneath him cracked.

Rock slabs peeled away, revealing four giant characters.

Sole Sovereign!