Chapter 967

“Lord Luo, are you truly willing to offend the Mojie Imperial Clan over this boy?”

Seeing Luo Xiangling standing before Jun Xiaoyao.

In the void, the Mojie Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal spoke with a chilling tone.

Luo Xiangling was no ordinary figure; even among quasi-immortals, her strength was formidable.

Not to mention she was an ancient supreme of the War God Academy—even the Mojie Imperial Clan could not bully her at will.

All eyes in the arena fell upon Luo Xiangling.

After all, Luo Xiangling was prepared to offend an entire immortal imperial clan for the sake of one boy.

This was no trivial matter.

Even with her War God Academy background, offending an immortal imperial clan would certainly not be beneficial.

“Will Lord Luo really offend the Mojie Imperial Clan for a Chaos Body?” Many were curious.

Not everyone had the courage to stand up to an imperial clan.

At that moment, a faint voice sounded.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no need to make things so tense.”

As the words fell, a middle-aged man appeared, clad in emerald-gold finery, with emerald wings sprouting from his back.

A palpable aura of quasi-immortality radiated from him.

It was none other than the Marquis of Fufeng.

“Another quasi-immortal from the Academy!”

Many War God Academy disciples’ eyes lit up with excitement.

Who could have imagined that the battle between the Chaos Body and the Mojie Imperial Heir would draw forth three quasi-immortals?

Seeing the Marquis of Fufeng appear, the Mojie Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal’s expression grew even colder.

He was merely a projection—he couldn’t even handle one Lord Luo, let alone add another Marquis of Fufeng.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, the Marquis of Fufeng turned to Lord Luo and smiled.

“Lord Luo, I believe the Mojie Imperial Clan has the right of it in this matter. Why not temporarily hand over this Chaos Body to them?”

The Marquis of Fufeng’s words plunged the scene into dead silence.

Many had assumed the Marquis of Fufeng had appeared to stand with Lord Luo and defend the Chaos Body.

Who could have expected he was here to undermine her?

“Marquis of Fufeng, you…”

In Luo Xiangling’s eyes, icy snowstorms churned.

She had underestimated the Marquis of Fufeng’s narrow-mindedness.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

The Marquis of Fufeng had already been inscribed on his death list.

He’d have plenty to suffer later.

“Lord Luo, the Chaos Body did wrong first—who else but him killed the Mojie Imperial Heir? Our War God Academy must uphold reason.”

The Marquis of Fufeng still smiled.

But that smile made Luo Xiangling’s exquisite face grow even colder than frost.

“Can you speak for the War God Academy?” Luo Xiangling gave no reply.

The Marquis of Fufeng’s face stiffened slightly, then he turned his gaze to Jun Xiaoyao.

“Yu Xiaoyao, do you truly wish for Lord Luo to offend an immortal imperial clan because of you?”

“It was Lord Luo who recognized you and made you the designated quasi-war god—now you’re dragging her into this. Where is your conscience?”

The Marquis of Fufeng’s words carried barbs.

Many around sensed something was off.

This Marquis of Fufeng seemed to harbor special hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao.

“Sigh…” Master Mu let out a deep sigh.

He understood why the Marquis of Fufeng targeted Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, the Marquis of Fufeng was Lord Luo’s lifelong sycophant.

His enmity toward Jun Xiaoyao was only natural.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained unchanged.

But he couldn’t help but admire—quasi-immortals were all old foxes.

The Marquis of Fufeng’s words were flawless.

Anyone else might have been left speechless, unable to refute them.

But Jun Xiaoyao could turn the tables—use the Marquis’s momentum to impress Luo Xiangling.

Moreover, he still had one final move.

Something the Marquis of Fufeng could never have anticipated.

“You think you can outmaneuver me? Let’s see who ends up humiliated.”

Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly.

Outwardly, Jun Xiaoyao let out a soft sigh.

He stepped forward slowly and reached out, taking Luo Xiangling’s jade hand in his own.

“Xiangling, the Marquis of Fufeng is right—one man’s deeds, one man’s consequences. I did this, so I’ll bear the fallout.”

This scene froze the atmosphere of heaven and earth.

It wasn’t what Jun Xiaoyao said that was shocking.

It was how intimately he addressed Luo Xiangling.

And worse—he had taken her jade hand!

Luo Xiangling’s hand was soft as boneless silk, her skin delicate, her fingers long and elegant.

So exquisite, it seemed a work of art.

This hand, never before touched by another, now rested in Jun Xiaoyao’s grasp.

“Xiaoyao, you…” Luo Xiangling’s heart skipped a beat.

Her body stiffened slightly.

This was the first time Luo Xiangling had ever held hands with anyone.

Even a lofty quasi-immortal now felt her composure unravel.

After all, Luo Xiangling was a beautiful woman who had remained single for tens of thousands of years.

She had never been so close to any male.

Though she had spent time with Jun Xiaoyao before, she had always maintained proper distance—no physical contact.

Seeing this, the Marquis of Fufeng nearly exploded.

Even his quasi-immortal composure shattered—he was losing his mind.

He had adored Lord Luo for ages, pursuing her relentlessly.

Yet he had never even dared to approach within three feet of her.

And now Jun Xiaoyao had casually taken her hand.

And called her so intimately.

The Marquis of Fufeng’s face turned green; he took deep breaths, forcing himself to stay composed.

“Yu Xiaoyao…”

The Marquis of Fufeng had outsmarted himself—Jun Xiaoyao had outmaneuvered him.

“Xiaoyao, I’m here—I won’t let anything happen to you,” Luo Xiangling did not pull her hand away.

“Xiangling, leave it to me. How can a man hide behind a woman?”

“In the future, when I become a peerless powerhouse, I’ll protect you.”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled, radiant and noble.

Luo Xiangling’s heart missed another beat.

Logically, a quasi-immortal should have full control over emotions.

Yet Luo Xiangling’s snow-white cheeks flushed faintly pink.

Everyone around stared, stunned.

Was this guy seriously that good at flirting?

“So hot!”

“Ugh, I’m so jealous of Lord Luo,” many women sighed enviously.

The men merely sighed.

“If I had even one-tenth of the Chaos Body’s emotional intelligence, would I still be single?”

Tu Shan Wanguan and Tu Shan Chunchun also turned sour, becoming lemon spirits.

They, too, longed to be held like this by Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao pulled Luo Xiangling behind him.

He then faced the Mojie Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal towering above.

“Looks like you’ve got some guts,” the Mojie Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal said coldly.

“Would the Mojie Imperial Clan’s quasi-immortal lord dare make a wager with me?” Jun Xiaoyao smiled carefree.

"What?" said the impending Immortal of the Mo Jie Imperial Clan coldly.

Before him, Jun Xiaoyao was less than an ant.

He was not afraid Jun Xiaoyao would employ any tricks.

"I am willing to take one strike from you; after that one strike, life or death is fate!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words rang out, deafening and resounding through heaven and earth!