Chapter 345: Sweeping All Directions, With Me, Invincible—The Ten Kings Feast Ends!

Jun Xiaoyao wielded the Devouring Spirit Demon Art, forcibly dissolving Mo Ling's innate divine ability and counterattacking with overwhelming force.

Mo Ling's body trembled, hastily retreating, terrified of being sucked into the devouring vortex—even if he didn't die, he'd lose a layer of skin.

Then, the prodigy of the Corpse Refining Sect summoned an ancient corpse that surged forward with lethal force.

Jun Xiaoyao clenched his five fingers into a fist, activating the power of the Divine Elephant Subduing Hell Force, while also augmenting it with the raw strength of his Primordial Ancient Body.

He then unleashed the power of the Great Luo Immortal Bone along his arm.

Instantly, his bloodline surged violently, radiant immortal light flashing everywhere.

With one punch, the void trembled, rippling outward!

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao's punch was divine—he shattered the ancient corpse into fragments.

Jun Xiaoyao spread his five fingers, grasping the void; divine light coalesced into a Heavenly God Spear, which pierced straight toward the Corpse Refining Sect's prodigy.

The Corpse Refining Sect's prodigy was terrified, his soul nearly fleeing his body—he never imagined his ancient corpse, comparable to a Void God's physical form, would be shattered by Jun Xiaoyao's single punch.

This was all the blood, sweat, and years of his cultivation—now reduced to nothing.

The Corpse Refining Sect's prodigy spun around to block it, but he couldn't stop the Heavenly God Spear—he was pierced through the chest and nailed to the mountainside.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao unleashed sweeping punches and palms, as if ready to collapse ten thousand li of void!

The ten minor kings of the Rakshasa clan had their bodies torn apart by Jun Xiaoyao's bare hands!

The Death Sect prodigy, skilled in soul arts, was crushed into nothingness by Jun Xiaoyao's Three Lifetimes Primordial Spirit, using the Chaos Divine Mill!

The terrifying Death Spirit Soul, before Jun Xiaoyao's Three Lifetimes Primordial Spirit, was as fragile as paper—utterly unable to resist.

Watching the ten minor kings—some grievously wounded, others dead—

The entire Soul Burial Mountain fell into deathly silence.

This outcome completely overturned their understanding!

Even all ten minor kings combined couldn't defeat Jun Xiaoyao alone—instead, several of them were killed in counterattack!

"Just how strong is this Jun Clan Divine Son?"

"Is he the top young genius of the outer immortal realms?"

Many beings of the Burial Lands muttered in dazed disbelief.

They searched for excuses to comfort themselves—otherwise, they simply couldn't accept this result.

If any random prodigy from the outer realms could sweep through the ten minor kings, then the gap between the Burial Lands and the immortal realms must be unimaginably vast.

Long Xiang, Mo Ling, and others all wore expressions of caution and grim faces, yet dared not utter another reckless word.

Even Jiuyou Ao didn't move a muscle, his beast eyes filled with profound gravity.

He wasn't the true Jiuyou Ao—only a descendant with a trace of its bloodline.

"Truly, he is immensely powerful," Lang Huan couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Though she had already fought Jun Xiaoyao before, it was mostly probing—he hadn't truly revealed his full ability.

Now, the power Jun Xiaoyao displayed was enough to shake the entire Burial Lands.

Yet, seeing Jun Xiaoyao's calm, effortless expression, Lang Huan suddenly realized something.

Could it be… he still hadn't used his full strength?

The thought made Lang Huan's slender frame tremble slightly.

If that were true, it would be terrifying.

"Jun Clan Divine Son, just what realm are you?" Long Xiang said coldly.

He wanted to know: in the outer immortal realms, what level of prodigy was Jun Xiaoyao?

If all prodigies from the outer realms were as monstrous as Jun Xiaoyao, it would be a fatal blow to them.

Jun Xiaoyao heard this, his gaze sweeping the crowd—every being of the Burial Lands instinctively averted their eyes when meeting his.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao spoke—just four simple words.

"With me, invincible!"

As the words fell, an indescribable pressure poured forth in all directions.

The ten minor king prodigies present all felt as if they were suffocating.

Four simple words—overflowing with arrogance.

Yet not a single being dared to refute or mock.

Because the truth lay right before their eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao truly possessed an invincible aura!

The atmosphere of the entire Soul Burial Mountain was suffocatingly oppressive.

Clearly, this year's Ten Kings Feast was almost entirely Jun Xiaoyao's stage.

The brilliance of the ten minor kings paled into nothingness before him!

"No wonder the Princess favors him…"

Watching the handsome young man standing at the center of heaven and earth, his expression as calm as still water, Qin Xian'er murmured to herself.

A true man should be like this!

As the crowd's spirits sank, someone suddenly spoke: "By the way, where is the ancient dominant body of the Mingwangdian —the leader of the ten minor kings?"

"That's right! Where's Chu Tianba of the Mingwangdian? If he came, this outsider wouldn't dare show off!"

"Chu Tianba is the legendary Heaven-Dominant Body, unparalleled in ten thousand ages—even a flawed version isn't something anyone can oppose!"

At the mention of Chu Tianba, the Burial Lands beings who had just looked defeated immediately perked up.

Their strongest among the ten minor kings had yet to face Jun Xiaoyao.

Perhaps Chu Tianba could restore the glory of the ancient Burial Lands?

Long ago, when Chu Tianba emerged, he crawled alone from the endless abyss—his overwhelming dominance shook the entire Tianming Domain.

"I heard Chu Tianba is heading straight for the Burial Realm rift."

"True. As the leader of the ten minor kings, he doesn't need to attend the Ten Kings Feast—he automatically qualifies for entry into the Burial Realm."

"Pity—we won't get to see Chu Tianba fight this Jun Clan Divine Son today."

Some Burial Lands beings shook their heads, feeling regretful.

Because Jun Xiaoyao had not yet manifested his Sacred Body's aura, nor deliberately used the full power of his Primordial Ancient Body.

Thus, the Burial Lands beings didn't know Jun Xiaoyao was a Primordial Ancient Body.

If they had known, they wouldn't have been so confident in Chu Tianba.

The Primordial Ancient Body and the Heaven-Dominant Body are equals—throughout history, their battles have had mixed results; neither has ever truly crushed the other.

"That flawed ancient dominant body—Chu Tianba?"

Hearing the murmurs around him, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with a dark gleam.

He was well aware of the ten minor kings' reputations and had some knowledge of Chu Tianba.

Honestly, Jun Xiaoyao was quite interested in the Heaven-Dominant Body.

It was one of the few body types capable of rivaling the Primordial Ancient Body—and between them, there was even a sense of ancient enmity.

Like fated adversaries.

"Chu Tianba, I hope you don't disappoint me," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

The Ten Kings Feast ended in this manner.

As for the ten minor kings themselves, they had lost all desire to fight among themselves.

Even together, they couldn't defeat Jun Xiaoyao—fighting each other would only make them look more foolish.

The factions behind the ten minor kings indeed didn't want Jun Xiaoyao to enter.

Some powerful figures' eyes flickered as they secretly plotted their next moves.

In short, they must stop Jun Xiaoyao from entering the Burial Realm!