Chapter 343: Still Dominant and Arrogant, Instantly Slays Ten Lesser Kings

He had still harbored hope that Jun Xiaoyao had conquered Langhuan by force.

Now it was clear—Langhuan was the one actively pursuing Jun Xiaoyao.

He had pursued her for years without even touching one of her fingers.

Yet now Langhuan was throwing herself at another man.

Anyone would break down under this—his mind would shatter.

"Outsider human, you're asking for death!" Mo Ling could no longer hold back and moved to strike personally.

"Wait." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"So now you're afraid?"

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face turned icy.

Some of the spirits of the Burial Land also regarded Jun Xiaoyao with suspicion.

Could this fearless brute actually be afraid now?

Jun Xiaoyao paid no mind, instead turning to Langhuan and asking, "If I win the Ten Kings Feast, can I enter the Burial Realm?"

"Yes," Langhuan said. "Those who rank high in this Ten Kings Feast may enter the Burial Realm first, because the spatial rift is small and unstable, so slots are scarce."

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Then it was simple.

Sweep away all enemies, then enter the Burial Realm.

He looked at Mo Ling and said coolly, "Defeating you alone is too easy—and a waste of time."

Jun Xiaoyao's words sent icy light flashing through Mo Ling's serpent eyes.

Yet before he could retort, Jun Xiaoyao's next words left every spirit on Burial Soul Mountain stunned silent.

"Today, this Divine Son stands here, challenging all Ten Lesser Kings alone!"

"Come forth, all of you!"

Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeves, his bearing transcendent.

The aura of Perfect Divine Flame Stage surged forth, his torrential bloodline no longer hidden—bursting out openly!

Like a Divine King emerging from seclusion, like an Ancient God descending upon the world!

Many young spirits of the Burial Land with weaker cultivation were instantly knocked to the ground, faces as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was terrifying—like an ancient divine elephant, shaking heaven and earth, roaring down the stars!

"You…"

Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiuyou Hao, and the other Ten Lesser Kings each wore cold, fierce expressions.

Who were the Ten Lesser Kings? The most outstanding heavenly prodigies of the ten domains of the eternal Burial Land.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao was merely an outsider—how dare he boast so wildly, challenging them all alone?

This was no longer arrogance—it was blatant contempt!

Jun Xiaoyao viewed them as ants, utterly beneath his notice!

All the Burial Land prodigies present were frozen in shock.

Only Langhuan, with her keen observation, noticed Jun Xiaoyao's self-title.

"Calling himself Divine Son… he's not just a Jun family prodigy—he's the core Divine Son."

Langhuan understood what "Divine Son" truly meant.

Even in ancient, deeply rooted clans, the Divine Son was an absolute core figure.

Jun Xiaoyao's status was even nobler than she had imagined!

"Pity—this tender morsel is visible but unattainable," Langhuan muttered in frustration.

She had originally thought her identity as the Ninth Princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough for Jun Xiaoyao.

Now it seemed she might be the one climbing too high.

"Outsider human, you're too audacious! This is the Burial Land, not your playground!"

The prodigy-king of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan spoke.

His body was pitch black, his face bearing four pairs of eyes, and eight arms sprouting from his torso—he was less a humanoid spirit than a monstrous humanoid form.

Yet his aura was immensely powerful, his cultivation at Perfect Divine Flame Stage.

Combined with his clan's innate racial abilities, his strength rivaled that of any Perfect Divine Flame Stage prodigy.

"Die!"

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy struck, spitting out a cascade of silver threads that coiled toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Simultaneously, all eight arms slammed forward, black demonic energy surging as it formed magical seals.

This was the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan's great technique: Eight Spider Demon Seals.

The silver threads wrapped toward Jun Xiaoyao—but he stood motionless.

"Has he gone mad?"

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy had just begun to smile when he froze in horror.

His silver threads had vanished into thin air.

At the same instant, Jun Xiaoyao moved—stepping forward to close the distance toward the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy.

The next moment, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy felt even greater terror.

His Eight Spider Demon Seals had completely vanished—as if erased by an invisible force.

"How is this possible, you—!" The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy's face was filled with shock.

Though he had heard rumors that Jun Xiaoyao possessed a strange ability to nullify magic power,

he had assumed it was merely a technique.

He never imagined it was so bizarre—no need to activate it, it simply dissolved all magic power on its own.

This was too strange, too unforeseen.

Before the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy could recover from his shock,

Jun Xiaoyao's palm descended upon him.

No technique. No magic power.

Only a single palm strike, carrying a hundred billion jin of physical divine strength, crashing into the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy's chest.

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy frantically defended, eight sharp, sturdy spears bursting from his spine to guard his front.

This was his clan's innate technique: Eight Spider Divine Spears.

But the result—

CRACK!

The Eight Spider Divine Spears shattered under a single palm strike; Jun Xiaoyao's palm continued unimpeded, slamming hard into the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy's chest.

Then—

BOOM!

A cloud of blood mist exploded.

The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy was dead!

The entire Burial Soul Mountain fell utterly silent.

Every spectator among the Burial Land spirits had their eyes bulging, scalp prickling, as if their skulls were about to burst.

One of the Ten Lesser Kings had just been instantly killed?

All spirits felt as if in a dream.

This was unreal.

He was the strongest prodigy of his domain, rising from millions of young talents to become one of the Ten Lesser Kings.

Yet now he couldn't withstand Jun Xiaoyao's single strike!

This clean, decisive instant kill was horrifyingly shocking—it sent chills down every spine.

"You—" Some of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan elders who had come to watch froze, then erupted in boundless rage.

They could not hold back—they moved to strike.

But they met Jun Xiaoyao's icy, frost-laced gaze.

In an instant, it was as if a bucket of ice water had doused them—they snapped back to reality.

They remembered: Jun Xiaoyao still possessed three terrifying Saint-level puppets—the God-Slaying Dolls.

If he unleashed them, only a Saint Master or higher from their clan could oppose Jun Xiaoyao.

Realizing this, the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan elders restrained themselves and did not move.

As for Mo Ling, his face had gone rigid.

His strength, though slightly greater than the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan prodigy's, was only slightly so.

If Jun Xiaoyao could kill him with one strike, he'd likely defeat Mo Ling in no more than two or three.

"So… are you still planning to challenge this Divine Son alone?" Jun Xiaoyao asked, hands behind his back, coolly.

Mo Ling's face turned ashen, like he'd swallowed excrement.

Jun Xiaoyao might as well have poured salt into his wounds.

"Hmph! I don't believe it!"

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted and decided to act.