Chapter 966: The Mojie Imperial Clan Rages, the Luo Wang Appears: Jun Xiaoyao, I

All sounds in heaven and earth were ripped away.

Everyone opened their mouths in silence, unable to utter a single sound.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, silencing them.

One of the Seven Minor Emperors, the Mojie Imperial Prince, was pierced through by the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

Impaled dead upon Mount Shenshen!

The shock and awe left many hearts surging with dread, unable to recover for a long time.

All eyes turned once more to the white-haired man, clad in snow-white robes.

“Could it be… he had full confidence he could instantly kill the Mojie Imperial Prince, which is why he remained so calm?”

Many who thought of this felt a chill run down their spines, like a bucket of ice water poured over them.

This man was too powerful, too terrifying.

Who else on Mount Shenshen could have driven a spear through the Mojie Imperial Prince with such arrogance and audacity?

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was indifferent.

Ever since the Mojie Imperial Prince issued the challenge, his fate had already been sealed.

Blame him for stumbling directly into the spear’s point.

Jun Xiaoyao simply needed to make a big splash.

Moreover, the Seven Minor Emperors of the Alien Realm, if allowed to grow, would surely become a great calamity to the Immortal Realm.

Killing one ahead of time was already a gain.

Jun Xiaoyao walked calmly to the side of the Mojie Imperial Prince.

Bloodlines surfaced along the shaft of the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, piercing into the corpse of the fallen prince and draining all his essence.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly withdrew the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

A light shake.

Flesh and blood scattered.

Jun Xiaoyao stood atop the peak of Mount Shenshen, his gaze sweeping the crowd.

Prince Bi’an, Li Jiuming, Pu Yao, and others bowed their heads, Buganzhishi Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

The other disciples of the Shenshen Academy also lowered their heads in submission.

As for Tu Shan Wanguan, Tu Shan Chunchun, Su Hongyi, and the other women, their eyes sparkled with awe and admiration.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, whose gaze alone dominated the entire scene, Master Mu let out a deep sigh.

The Chaos Body’s momentum is just beginning to form!

“I grant anyone the right to challenge me, but…”

“I cannot guarantee you’ll survive.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was quiet, yet it echoed across the vast heavens and earth.

Everyone who heard this was first startled, then filled with reverence and admiration.

In the Alien Realm, strength is worshipped; power reigns supreme.

Jun Xiaoyao’s performance had unquestionably conquered every soul present.

It was easy to imagine that after this battle, Jun Xiaoyao’s name would rise to the peak of the Alien Realm.

Even the other Six Minor Emperors would pale in comparison before him.

And if they learned that the man they revered was from the Immortal Realm…

Their entire worldview would be shattered.

Of course, that was a matter for later.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao held the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, white hair dancing, his aura peerless.

He did not relax for an instant, knowing the matter was not yet over.

The Mojie Imperial Prince had underestimated Jun Xiaoyao’s strength—and the power of the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

That was why he died needlessly.

But his Beihoude Mojie Imperial Clan would surely not let this pass.

“Young man, you were too impulsive…” Master Mu frowned deeply.

Jun Xiaoyao’s performance was astonishing.

But his actions were reckless.

Boom!

Heaven and earth trembled; wind and clouds shifted violently.

A world-shaking killing intent surged.

It was the wrath of the Mojie Imperial Clan’s great ones.

They had never imagined their imperial prince would be slain in a single blow.

Too sudden—there had been no time to prepare.

“Brat, you seek death!”

In the boundless void, a hazy figure emerged, radiating the aura of a quasi-immortal, terrifying beyond measure.

It was a quasi-immortal of the Mojie Imperial Clan, a projection in the void, pouring forth boundless fury.

Who could have foreseen that the battle on Mount Shenshen would cost the Mojie Imperial Prince his life?

A colossal hand descended, endless runes cascading like waterfalls, crushing the void, twisting space.

The rage of a quasi-immortal shook heaven and earth!

“Your Grace, wait! This is the Shenshen Academy!”

Master Mu’s eyelid twitched as he cried out.

Though Jun Xiaoyao had killed the Mojie Imperial Prince, he was the Chaos Body—and the Shenshen Academy had officially appointed him as a quasi-shenshen.

Not to mention, he had just drawn the Divine Weeping Battle Spear—he was now the heir of the First Shenshen.

If killed by the Mojie Clan’s quasi-immortal, the loss would be incalculable.

Facing the overwhelming pressure of the quasi-immortal, Jun Xiaoyao’s white hair fluttered, his white robes billowed, the Divine Weeping Battle Spear in hand, his face calm as still water.

The reason Jun Xiaoyao had acted so decisively to kill the Mojie Imperial Prince…

Was not only because he was one of the Seven Minor Emperors, but also because…

Jun Xiaoyao was gambling.

He was gambling on what Luo Xiangling’s reaction would be.

Whether she would stand by him, intervene for him.

Boom!

The quasi-immortal’s Faze hand descended.

At that moment, countless runes surged from the void like tidal waves, crashing against the Faze hand.

“Hmm?”

The Mojie Clan’s quasi-immortal let out a cold snort.

In the sky, a peerlessly beautiful silhouette appeared.

She wore a sheer gauze cloak, a mist-draped long skirt.

Her robes fluttered; three thousand strands of deep blue hair danced in the wind.

Her exquisite features were flawless, crafted by heaven.

Her skin, whiter than snow, colder than frost, glowed like warm jade.

Tall and slender, her waist delicate, her legs straight and long beneath her skirt.

She looked like the Luo Goddess risen from water, the River Luo Deity incarnate.

Around her, glittering light rain fell, enhancing her divine beauty.

Every male prodigy present was stunned into silence.

“It’s the Luo Wang!”

“Is this the Luo Wang? She’s too beautiful.”

Many gasped in awe, utterly spellbound.

Not just the male prodigies—even the women could not hide their astonishment.

Many had seen Luo Xiangling for the first time.

After all, her reclusiveness was legendary; she rarely left the Purple Bamboo Grove.

Seeing Luo Xiangling arrive, Master Mu breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

At least Luo Xiangling would not stand idly by while Jun Xiaoyao was harmed.

After all, their relationship…

“Luo Wang, what do you mean by this?”

The projection of the Mojie Clan’s quasi-immortal in the void asked coldly.

Luo Xiangling’s eyes shimmered—but only when she looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, she lifted her head; her snow-white neck, like jade, resembled a swan’s.

Her eyes seemed to carry a biting frost.

“Jun Xiaoyao is under my protection!”

Though her voice was as clear as a mountain stream, it carried a Baqi more commanding than any man’s.

All living beings around War God Mountain stared with wide eyes, their mouths open wide enough to swallow an egg.

Don’t be fooled by how Luoxiang Ling interacts with Jun Xiaoyao on a daily basis—she shows no trace of a mighty one’s arrogance.

But when she’s serious, she becomes a true queen, a formidable woman.

“Why do I feel a bit envious?” muttered a prodigy bitterly.

“With Luowang protecting him, why even bother cultivating?”

“Luowang, I don’t want to strive anymore…”

Feeling the envious gazes of many falling upon him.

In Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes, there was a flicker of relief.

It seems his efforts over this period were not in vain.

Never mind whether Luoxiang Ling has feelings for him.

At the very least, even facing an Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal, Luoxiang Ling would stand up for him.

That’s enough.