Chapter 969: The Dread of the Mojie Imperial Clan

The War God Academy, as a top-tier academy from another realm.

Naturally, there are Immortal Kings among them.

Of course, being an academy, there cannot be many Immortal Kings.

But even a single Immortal King is a tremendous deterrent, Wurenganzhaore .

At this moment, deep within the War God Academy, the Immortal King who rarely interferes in worldly affairs spoke up, demanding to protect Jun Xiaoyao.

This weight far surpasses that of Luo Xiangling.

After all, while a Semi-Immortal’s status is high, it still falls short of a true Immortal King.

Otherwise, the Chi Xiao Clan could never have risen to Semi-Imperial Clan status merely because of one Chi Xiao King.

In the sky, the projection of the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal was shrouded in hazy aura.

Yet even so, one could sense his solemn expression.

Jun Xiaoyao’s identity as this was utterly unforeseen.

And among those present, another figure had a very grim expression.

Naturally, it was Fu Feng Wang.

“How is this possible? How could he be one of the Six Destroyer Kings?” Fu Feng Wang could hardly believe it.

At first, he had not regarded Jun Xiaoyao as a rival.

Because the gap between Jun Xiaoyao and himself was too vast.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao’s identity as a Destroyer King had been exposed.

Combined with his monstrous Chaotic Body talent, once he matured, he would at least become an Immortal King.

If that were the case, wouldn’t he truly be worthy of Luo Xiangling?

“Did this brat hide this trump card from the start, just to toy with me?”

He realized now—Jun Xiaoyao had played along with his own scheme.

He had previously accused Jun Xiaoyao of hiding behind a woman, dragging Luo Xiangling into it, and asked where his conscience was.

Jun Xiaoyao had simply followed the slope downward, stepping forward boldly.

Not only had he taken Luo Xiangling’s hand, gaining her favor,

but then he revealed his identity as a Destroyer King, rendering the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal powerless to act.

With this move, the fool was none other than Fu Feng Wang himself!

Thinking of this, even Fu Feng Wang’s Semi-Immortal composure was shaken.

How could a mighty Semi-Immortal be so humiliated by a young upstart?

Fu Feng Wang’s eyes held deep coldness.

Now, he truly began to take Jun Xiaoyao seriously.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, Luo Xiangling was also surprised by his identity.

Yet she breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then turned to the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal and said coldly: “Will you still act now?”

The Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal was no fool.

He knew today’s matter was not easily resolved.

“Defying the Mojie Imperial Clan—your move was ill-advised.”

The Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal gave Jun Xiaoyao a deep look, then his projection vanished entirely.

Clearly, he could not make a decision alone—he needed to consult the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Immortal Kings.

With the departure of the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Semi-Immortal,

the atmosphere in heaven and earth relaxed.

Immediately followed by countless curious, fiery, reverent, and wary gazes.

The Prince of the Other Shore, Li Jiuming, and others had stiff, unnatural expressions.

Tu Shan Wanzhuan and the other women wore expressions of awe and admiration.

After all, the revelation of Jun Xiaoyao’s layered identities was truly shocking.

First, the inheritor of the First War God’s will.

Then, a member of the Dark Sequence, one of the Six Destroyer Kings.

Jun Xiaoyao perfectly matched, even surpassed, their ideal image of a hero.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was calm, yet inside he exhaled a quiet breath of relief.

He had not known how much Zhensheli the identity of Destroyer King truly carried.

Whether it could suppress an Immortal Imperial Clan.

Now he saw—he had underestimated the Destroyer King identity.

In this other realm, it was indeed revered.

Jun Xiaoyao almost felt like offering a silent tribute to the man in the Heavenly Tomb.

He could have shone brightly in this era.

But he had barely crawled out of his grave when Jun Xiaoyao exterminated him.

Jun Xiaoyao sheathed the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, and the blood-vessel-like threads retracted into the spear’s body.

No trace remained on Jun Xiaoyao’s arm.

His white hair returned to black.

“This is indeed a demonic weapon,” Jun Xiaoyao thought silently.

When using the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, it even drained the blood of its wielder.

Of course, the stronger the wielder’s bloodline, the greater the weapon’s power.

But even so, Jun Xiaoyao would not have placed too much value on the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

He always felt it held another deeper significance, possibly tied to some great secret.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao did not need to rush into uncovering the secret of the Divine Weeping Battle Spear now.

After sheathing the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, Jun Xiaoyao scanned the surroundings.

Among his peers, no one dared meet Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze.

After all, he was the man who had speared the Mojie Imperial Prince to death.

Even the Prince of the Other Shore and others turned their gazes away stiffly.

Only one gaze carried a shadowed sharpness.

From Fu Feng Wang.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed with coldness.

Fu Feng Wang—there would be many ways to deal with him later.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the show is over. Disperse,” Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao’s casual demeanor, all the young prodigies sighed.

He had instantly slain a Seven Minor Emperor-level prodigy, stood firm against a Semi-Immortal, and remained so composed.

His composure was simply incredible.

“Xiangling, thank you.”

Jun Xiaoyao turned to look at Luo Xiangling.

In truth, his decisive killing of the Mojie Imperial Prince had another reason:

He wanted to see just how far Luo Xiangling would go for him.

Whether she would dare defy an Immortal Imperial Clan for him.

Now it seemed—Luo Xiangling might have some feelings for him.

“No need to thank me.”

Looking into Jun Xiaoyao’s sincere, deep eyes, Luo Xiangling was momentarily at a loss for words and could only offer a vague reply.

“Come sit with me?” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Luo Xiangling gave a slight nod.

The two departed.

Tu Shan Chun Chun and the others followed after them.

Fu Feng Wang watched this, expressionless, and turned to leave.

In cultivation, he still far surpassed Jun Xiaoyao for now.

But in winning a woman’s heart, this stubborn bronze was nowhere near Jun Xiaoyao’s level.

The matter at War God Mountain had temporarily ended.

But its impact was profoundly far-reaching.

Withdrawing the Divine Weeping Battle Spear.

Instantly slaying the Mojie Imperial Prince.

Standing firm against a Semi-Immortal.

Exposing the identity of a Destroyer King.

Each of these events, on its own, would shake an entire province.

Yet all four occurred on Jun Xiaoyao.

It was enough to send shockwaves across all ten provinces.

In the Demon Abyss Province, the ancient forbidden zone known as the Heavenly Veil Blood Abyss.

A stone coffin floated amid an endless sea of blood.

Absorbing the power of countless bloodied bones and remains within the sea.

Inside the stone coffin, blood mist hung thick, faintly revealing a slender, graceful figure lying within.

“It seems the First King has already drawn forth his World-Ending Forbidden Artifact—I shall claim mine as well.”

“Once all six World-Ending Forbidden Artifacts are gathered, the path to the depths of the Unspeakable Place will open, granting the true legacy of the Six World-Ending Kings.”

“Soon, First King, Nunu will see you—wait for Nunu, okay~”

A voice, seductive to the bone, murmured softly, thick with allure and anticipation.