Chapter 342

The venue of the Ten Kings Feast is located in Zanghun Mountain, within the Tianming Domain of the Ten Domains of Wugu Zangtu.

The Tianming Domain is the one closest to the Zang Realm.

The ruling force of the Tianming Domain is the famed Ghost King Palace.

The lord of the Ghost King Palace, Tianming Zanghuang, is the domain ruler of Tianming and one of the supreme experts of the Wugu Zangtu.

Among the ten domain rulers of the Zangtu Domains, in terms of reputation and strength, he ranks second only to the Ghost Masked Zanghuang of the Senluo Domain.

Today, Zanghun Mountain is extraordinarily lively.

The pitch-black mountain range stretches endlessly into the distance.

Thick, swirling deathly ghostly energy swirls and churns throughout Zanghun Mountain.

Countless beings of the Zangtu have gathered densely from all ten domains.

The Ten Kings Feast is also a grand assembly of the ten Zangtu Domains.

Figures old and new from all corners have converged here, the scene bursting with energy.

In past Ten Kings Feasts, the main purpose was sparring and exchange among the Ten Young Kings and their followers.

Major factions would offer prizes as rewards.

But this year's Ten Kings Feast is different from before.

It is no longer merely about sparring and exchange.

"Hey, have you heard? It's said a fissure has appeared deep within the Zang Realm?"

"Yes, after that great upheaval over a decade ago, the Zang Realm sealed itself completely—no one expected a fissure would appear."

"But it's said the fissure is extremely unstable, allowing only a handful of beings to enter, and their cultivation base must be low—otherwise they simply can't get in."

"Is it true that the sparring matches at this Ten Kings Feast will determine who gets entry?"

Many Zangtu beings whispered among themselves.

The Zang Realm is a place of absolute opportunity and treasure.

Since ancient times, countless experts have been buried there; countless cultivation techniques, divine weapons, and treasured legacies abound.

Some even say that along the outermost edges of the Zang Realm, if you take a few steps and dig randomly into the ground, you'll unearth a legacy tomb.

Of course, that's exaggerated—but it shows just how great a place the Zang Realm is.

But after that upheaval over a decade ago, the Zang Realm sealed itself off.

Only experts of Zanghuang's level can communicate with the great terrors deep within; all other Zangtu beings cannot enter.

This fissure appearing in the Zang Realm is an immense opportunity for the Ten Young Kings and other prodigies.

Aside from this news, the other matter everyone cares about most is Jun Xiaoyao.

"I heard the Ninth Princess Langhuan of the Demon Kingdom has truly been conquered by that Jun family prodigy?"

"Yes, it's said they even share the same bed."

"Damn it! This is a disgrace to male beings of the Zangtu—such a beauty has been taken by an outsider!"

"Never mind. That Jun family prodigy dared to come to the feast—he should be ready to be humiliated."

Many Zangtu prodigies wore expressions of furious indignation.

Of course, these were only a few extreme sycophants.

Most Zangtu beings felt at most a non-tribal aversion and hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao.

On the contrary, the female Zangtu beings were speaking up for Jun Xiaoyao.

"You're just jealous—you can't conquer the Ninth Princess yourself, so you blame him."

"Exactly! If you're so brave, go fight Jun Young Master yourself—beat him and I'll marry you!" some Zangtu maidens mocked.

These retorts left the Zangtu beings speechless, their faces flushed with embarrassment and rage.

At that moment, a distant dragon's roar echoed.

A bone dragon, wreathed in You green Ming fire, flapped its wings and arrived, carrying a group of beings.

One of them was Long Xiang.

"The bone dragon clan's prodigy Long Xiang has arrived!" some cried out, eyes blazing with fervor.

Long Xiang is unquestionably one of the strongest prodigies in the ten Zangtu Domains.

Moments later, from another direction, a massive black serpent slithered forward, its body as vast as a winding mountain range.

Upon it stood a group of beings with human torsos and serpent tails—the Tianmian Mopang Clan.

Among them was Mo Ling, the clan's prodigy.

"Mo Ling of the Tianmian Mopang Clan has arrived—he's a devoted admirer of the Ninth Princess!"

"Hehe, now this will be good to watch!"

Although Long Xiang and Mo Ling had never met Jun Xiaoyao, they already bore grudges against him.

Long Kun had been killed by Jun Xiaoyao.

And Langhuan's affection for Jun Xiaoyao had clearly struck a nerve with Mo Ling.

But the arrivals weren't limited to just these two.

With a beastly roar, the Jiuyou Ao appeared.

The Jiuyou Ao had a wolf's head, with a pair of enormous gray ox horns atop it; its body was covered in black scales, from which grew crimson fur.

Behind it were nine tails, each ending in a monstrous beast head, terrifying beyond measure.

Seeing this monstrous beast approach, many Zangtu beings showed signs of wariness.

Though not pureblood, the Jiuyou Ao was extremely ferocious, ranking among the top three of the Ten Young Kings, even capable of sparring with ancient supreme bodies.

As time passed, one Young King after another appeared.

A prodigy of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan emerged, possessing eight arms, eerily unnatural.

A Young King of the Corpse Cult appeared, draped in a black cloak, carrying a coffin at his side—everyone feared him.

A Young King of the Xuesha Clan appeared; legend said this clan descended from a single drop of demonic blood.

In short, the Ten Young Kings appeared one by one, gradually pushing the entire feast toward its climax.

Finally, far in the sky, a luxurious, opulent pavilion-ship appeared.

Seeing this pavilion-ship, Zanghun Mountain fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening uproar.

"It's the Ninth Princess's pavilion-ship—she's arrived!"

"That Jun family prodigy must be inside too!"

All eyes turned toward it!

Under this intense scrutiny, three figures stepped out from the pavilion-ship.

They were Jun Xiaoyao, Langhuan, and Qin Xian'er.

"It's really true…"

When they saw the three emerge from a cabin of the pavilion-ship, many beings froze in shock.

The rumors were not false.

This exalted Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom had been completely conquered by the Jun family prodigy!

In an instant, hostile, venomous gazes pierced Jun Xiaoyao like needles.

Mo Ling of the Tianmian Mopang Clan felt as if he'd been publicly cuckolded.

Though he and Langhuan had no relationship whatsoever.

Watching the enraged Zangtu beings, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as still water. "So this is what they call a beauty's curse—I didn't realize you were this popular in the Zangtu."

Langhuan gave him a sultry, sideways glance. "Hmph, it's only because Jun Young Master coldly rejected me—everyone else can't even touch a single finger of mine."

"That's because they're all sycophants, and I'm a man," Jun Xiaoyao replied indifferently.

To outsiders, this exchange was unmistakably flirtation.

"You outsider human, what right do you have to stand beside Langhuan!"

Finally, Mo Ling could no longer hold back—he stepped forward, coldly barking, his serpent eyes red as if dripping blood.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at him calmly, his gaze falling on Mo Ling's serpent tail. "So you're a sneaky serpent. Langhuan, does a creature like this even deserve to pursue you?"

Hearing this, Langhuan felt a flicker of annoyance.

She internally despised Mo Ling—such serpent beings made her skin crawl.

"Then, Jun Young Master, will you help me get rid of this sneaky serpent?"

Langhuan stepped closer, her slender, curvaceous body pressing tightly against Jun Xiaoyao's side, speaking in a sweet, coquettish tone.

Seeing this, Mo Ling exploded!