Chapter 337

Long Kun, though not as strong as the other Ten Little Kings of the Corpse Dragon Clan, was still far from weak.

Yet as a prodigy of the Corpse Dragon Clan, he willingly became a Sacred Guardian of Langhuan.

This shows just how deeply Long Kun adored Langhuan.

"Another dragon clan…" Jun Xiaoyao slightly narrowed his eyes.

He wondered if he was somehow naturally at odds with dragon clans.

In the Immortal Realm, the Ancestral Dragon Nest opposed him; now in the Burial Land, he encountered the Corpse Dragon Clan again.

"Boy, I warn you—don't get cocky just because you've got some strength. The Ninth Princess is not for you to desecrate!" Long Kun's eyes brimmed with coldness.

Beneath it lay a hidden thread of jealousy.

If he had Jun Xiaoyao's looks, perhaps Langhuan might have been moved.

In the end, only ugly people become lickspittles.

Those who are handsome or beautiful need only wait for others to come fawning.

So Long Kun was jealous—he absolutely did not want Langhuan to lay eyes on this pretty boy.

"I hate eels the most… yet here you are, walking right into my hands." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was icy.

The next instant, he launched a punch, crushing down upon Long Kun.

"Insolent!"

Long Kun roared in fury.

As a prodigy of the Corpse Dragon Clan, how dare someone dare to provoke him? It was sheer suicide.

"Does this brat not know the Corpse Dragon Clan's might? How dare he challenge with bare fists?"

Around them, murmurs of astonishment rose as they watched Jun Xiaoyao's fist strike with lethal intent.

Long Kun raised his own fist to meet it.

But the result was…

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of bones shattered—Jun Xiaoyao's punch smashed through without resistance, reducing half of Long Kun's body to fragments, bones scattering wildly through the air!

All present stared, eyes bulging.

The Corpse Dragon Clan's physical strength was legendary in the Burial Land.

Aside from the Ancient Dominant Body of the Mingwangdian, who dared meet a Corpse Dragon Clan member in bare-handed combat?

And most astonishingly, Jun Xiaoyao had crushed Long Kun with overwhelming dominance.

It was simply unbelievable!

"This… how is this possible?" Qin Xian'er's lips parted slightly, stunned.

Even she, facing Long Kun, could gain no advantage—let alone fight him in raw physical combat.

Just how strong was this boy's body?

"You… who are you?" Long Kun's face turned ashen, half his body shattered and cracked, his pupils filled with terror.

He never imagined he'd meet his match.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored him, bringing down another palm strike.

Long Kun's entire body prickled with cold, as if plunged into an icy abyss—he felt the breath of death.

He scrambled backward, crying out: "I'm of the Corpse Dragon Clan! Do you truly dare kill me?!"

Jun Xiaoyao paid him no mind—the palm imprint crashed down.

Qin Xian'er opened her mouth to stop him, but then came a loud thud.

Long Kun had been crushed into a pulp.

All living beings present froze, expressions blank.

A Corpse Dragon Clan prodigy—killed on the spot!

This handsome young lord was terrifyingly brutal!

Those who had come with Jun Xiaoyao trembled, swallowing hard in silence.

They never imagined this companion would be this terrifying.

"Anyone else want to step forward?" Jun Xiaoyao scanned the crowd.

Nearby Burial Land prodigies wore uncertain, shifting expressions.

They couldn't fathom Jun Xiaoyao's true strength.

But the moment they thought of him wanting to take Langhuan as his maid, rage boiled within them.

How dare they defile their goddess?

"All of us attack together—I refuse to believe he can handle us all!"

"Exactly! The Ninth Princess must not be insulted!"

"We can't let the Ninth Princess see this brat!"

The surrounding Burial Land prodigies were all outraged.

In truth, they simply didn't want Langhuan to lay eyes on Jun Xiaoyao.

If she did, she might actually take a liking to him.

That was the last thing these lickspittles wanted.

"So lickspittles are doomed, huh?"

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the Burial Land prodigies, blindly risking death for Langhuan, and shook his head slightly.

Those who bring ruin upon themselves cannot be saved.

"In your next life, don't be a dog—be a person."

Jun Xiaoyao swept his palm outward—dozens of prodigies were crushed into pulp.

Limbs and severed limbs flew through the air; many Burial Land prodigies screamed and died.

Even Qin Xian'er stood frozen, speechless.

What was meant to be a Sacred Guardian selection had become a massacre by Jun Xiaoyao alone.

There was no need for selection anymore—it was already decided.

Jun Xiaoyao alone was enough—One Rider, Crushing a Thousand!

"Could this man be…?"

Qin Xian'er's eyes flashed—she wasn't foolish; she immediately recalled the most talked-about Jun Clan prodigy of late.

But what puzzled her was that the Jun Clan prodigy was from outside the Burial Land.

Yet this handsome young lord radiated death energy—he was unmistakably a Burial Land native.

Still, by the standards of selecting Sacred Guardians, Jun Xiaoyao was more than qualified.

He wasn't just qualified—he surpassed the standard by far.

Qin Xian'er even believed that if Jun Xiaoyao entered the Ten Kings Banquet, he could rival the other Kings.

"You've passed. You may become the Princess's Sacred Guardian," Qin Xian'er said.

Though Qin Xian'er herself didn't want such a handsome young lord near Langhuan,

since this was Langhuan's command, she would obey strictly—she would never let her personal feelings interfere with Langhuan's affairs.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Hearing Qin Xian'er's words, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, expression calm.

He came to take a maid—not to become someone else's guard.

"Young master, please know when to stop. Otherwise, angering the Ninth Princess won't end well for you."

Beside him, a youth with horns on his head advised.

They all assumed Jun Xiaoyao was arrogant and speaking this way just to show off.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing.

Qin Xian'er's anger stirred within her.

You're handsome, you're strong—so what?

To her, Langhuan was an untouchable deity.

Just as Qin Xian'er prepared to act herself, a soft, alluring voice drifted from deep within the palace.

"Hehe, who would've thought a handsome little puppy would show up for the Sacred Guardian selection?"

"Little puppy?"

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Was she insulting him?

As the voice echoed, a purple-robed figure suddenly appeared in the void.

Her purple hair cascaded like a waterfall down to her rounded hips; her skirt fluttered, revealing two long, luminous, ivory-white legs—equal in beauty to Long Ji's.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful: arched dark brows, star-like eyes like gemstones, lips painted with vermilion.

Her slender waist was exposed, adding an irresistible allure.

The woman who appeared was none other than Langhuan.

At this moment, her gaze locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes glowing with seductive radiance.

This handsome little puppy was exactly her type!

She longed to pin him beneath her and lavish him with affection.