Chapter 335

The news about the fall of the Fallen Feather Saint Son and the submission of the Fallen Feather clan also spread throughout the Burial Land in a short period of time.

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

Several other kings also received the news.

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

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

And the one who killed him was a prodigy from the outside world.

Did this mean, to a certain extent, that prodigies at the level of the Ten Little Kings couldn't beat a prodigy from the outside world?

Where did this put the face of the Ten Little Kings?

Therefore, some of the Ten Little Kings were eager to try, wanting to fight Jun Xiaoyao.

If it weren't for the Ten Kings Assembly, they would probably have set off for the Yinming Territory long ago.

However, what all living beings didn't know was.

Jun Xiaoyao had actually already left the Yinming Territory.

On the border of the Xiuluo Territory, above a blood-colored plain.

A flying boat crossed the void.

On the flying boat stood a group of living beings.

They were all surrounding a handsome youth with clothes as white as snow, who was none other than Jun Xiaoyao.

"Young Master is truly amazing; that Demon Wolf Bandit was actually slapped over by Young Master with one palm."

This group of living beings were all young and traveling together, coming to the Xiuluo Territory.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, they encountered the notorious Demon Wolf Bandit on this blood-colored plain.

And just as they were being besieged, a youth in white descended from the sky, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped the Demon Wolf Bandit over.

This made this group of young living beings incomparably admiring.

"Not at all, it was just a small matter." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand slightly.

He was naturally not bored enough to be a good person, but wanted to let this group of people lead the way for him.

After all, he was really not familiar with the Burial Land.

"Young Master, you said you came from the Yinming Territory; have you heard that the Fallen Feather Saint Son of the Yinming Territory was killed by a prodigy from the outside world?" a young man with horns on his head said.

"I killed him." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The entire flying boat went quiet, and the group of living beings looked at each other, then all started to laugh.

"Young Master is really good at joking; that person was a prodigy from the outside world, and you are a creature of the Burial Land." The man with horns on his head smiled.

At this moment, on Jun Xiaoyao's body, there was indeed a thick death aura rolling.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled casually and didn't care.

He had refined the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit and naturally obtained the ability to convert his life force and blood into death aura.

If he didn't do this, he would be watched by people wherever he went, which was not conducive to his actions.

"Young Master, with your strength, coming to the Xiuluo Territory, could it be for the Ninth Princess's selection of Saint Guards?" Another woman hesitated for a long time before speaking.

She looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her expression shy, but she still gathered the courage to strike up a conversation.

"Selection of Saint Guards?" Jun Xiaoyao was slightly bewildered.

"Young Master doesn't know about this?" This, on the contrary, surprised everyone.

During this period, weren't all those coming to the Xiuluo Territory here for the selection of Saint Guards?

Jun Xiaoyao subsequently learned about it.

The so-called selection of Saint Guards was news released by the Ninth Princess of the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom.

Every time the Ten Kings Assembly opened, the Ten Little Kings would select a batch of Saint Guards to let them fight for their respective kings.

And this Ten Kings Assembly seemed to have even deeper reasons behind it.

In the eyes of these living beings, Jun Xiaoyao's strength was so strong that he was likely also here to compete for the Ninth Princess's Saint Guards.

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

"Selection of Saint Guards, Ten Kings Assembly?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

He seemed to have found a breakthrough.

As for that Ninth Princess Lang Huan, Jun Xiaoyao also knew that she ranked second among the Ten Little Kings and had quite impressive strength.

Looking at the outside world, she was likely also a top-tier peerless proud daughter.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about Lang Huan.

But he could learn about the Ten Kings Assembly and the Burial World from Lang Huan.

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

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao pondering, the living being with horns on his head said: "Young Master, do you want to go with us to participate in the selection? Perhaps you might even be lucky enough to see that legendary great beauty."

Once this was mentioned, the male living beings present all revealed a lecherous expression.

After all, the Burial Land environment was special, beauties were rare, and it was understandable to reveal such an expression.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the contrary, didn't care.

He had seen plenty of beauties and was completely indifferent.

"Let me be someone else's Saint Guard? Heh... it would be more like letting that Lang Huan be my maid." Jun Xiaoyao smiled casually.

However, this sentence made the living beings present shudder.

The man with horns on his head was even more shocked and said: "Young Master, in the Xiuluo Territory, you must never say that; you will be beaten."

The Ninth Princess Lang Huan had very high popularity in the Xiuluo Territory.

If Jun Xiaoyao's words were heard by anyone, he would definitely be beaten up.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Taking a princess of a kingdom as a maid was not a strange thing for Jun Xiaoyao.

Wasn't the Panwu Divine Dynasty's Eldest Princess Wu Mingyue trained by him to be obedient?

Training the Demon Kingdom's Ninth Princess Lang Huan shouldn't take much effort for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Do you think Young Master is as greedy for beauty as you are?" several female living beings said, their eyes full of brilliance.

Men like Jun Xiaoyao who were handsome and not greedy for beauty were too rare in the Burial Land.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, so let's go and see." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Afterwards, their party went deep into the Xiuluo Territory.

The Xiuluo Demon Kingdom, located in the center of the Xiuluo Territory, was an extremely flourishing kingdom.

The selection of Saint Guards was within the imperial palace of the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom.

In just a few days, thousands of Burial Land prodigies rushed to the imperial capital of the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom.

There was no way around it; the Demon Kingdom's Ninth Princess Lang Huan had too great a reputation in the Xiuluo Territory.

For many prodigies, even if they weren't selected as Saint Guards in the end, being able to take a look at Lang Huan was worth it.

A few days later, Jun Xiaoyao finally saw the imperial capital of the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom.

Looking at it, the entire imperial capital, the city walls were dark red, which matched the iron-blooded temperament of the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom.

The towering city walls extended to the ends on both the left and right sides.

"Finally arrived; with Young Master's strength, perhaps you can successfully be elected as a Saint Guard." The youth with horns on his head smiled.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled and said nothing.

For him to be someone else's guard was impossible; it would never be possible in this life.

After all, taking slaves was Jun Xiaoyao's hobby.

After Jun Xiaoyao and the others entered the city, they went directly to the imperial palace.

At this moment, the Xiuluo Demon Kingdom imperial palace was already crowded with people, and many living beings were gathered together.

Among them were many living beings whose strength was extremely strong.

There were even some whose aura was not much weaker than the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

Yet now, they were willing to come for the selection to become Saint Guards by Lang Huan's side.

It could be seen that no matter when or where, there was never a shortage of creatures like sycophants.

Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but shake his head.

Just a woman, was it worth it? What was there to fawn over?

At this time, a pretty woman in white swept through the air.

"It's the Ninth Princess's personal maid, Qin Xian'er!"

Shouts rang out from all directions.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze also looked over.