Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The sounds of the world seemed to have been stripped away.

Everyone opened their mouths silently but could not make a sound.

It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing their throats, preventing them from speaking.

Among the Seven Little Emperors, Emperor Mojie was pierced by the Divine Cry Battle Halberd.

Impaled on War God Mountain by a halberd!

This level of impact and shock caused a turbulent surge in the hearts of many, leaving them in stunned disbelief.

Everyone’s eyes fell again on that white-haired, snow-white-robed man.

"Could it be that he always had the confidence to kill Emperor Mojie in an instant, and that’s why he seemed so serene?"

Many had this thought, a chill running through their hearts as if a basin of cold water had been poured down their spines.

This man was too powerful and terrifying.

In War God Mountain, with one halberd, he nailed Emperor Mojie to death; who else had such boldness, who else had such courage!

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was indifferent.

From the moment Emperor Mojie issued the challenge, his fate was sealed.

Blame Emperor Mojie for hitting the gun at the wrong time.

Jun Xiaoyao just happened to need to stir up some major trouble.

Moreover, if the Seven Minor Emperors of the Exotic Realm grew, they would surely be a great calamity for the Immortal Realm in the future.

Jun Xiaoyao killing one in advance was definitely a gain.

Jun Xiaoyao walked calmly to Emperor Mojie’s body.

On the halberd of the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, many blood lines emerged, penetrating into Emperor Mojie’s extinguished flesh body, draining all its essence.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly pulled out the Divine Cry Battle Halberd.

With a gentle shake.

The flesh scattered.

Jun Xiaoyao stood atop War God Mountain, his gaze sweeping across.

The Prince of the Other Shore, Li Jiuming, Puya Demon, and others slightly bowed their heads, not daring to meet Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze.

The other disciples of War God Academy also bowed their heads in submission.

As for Tushan Wanwan, Tushan Chun Chun, and Su Hongyi, their eyes were bright, filled with admiration and awe.

Looking at that man whose gaze could suppress all, Elder Mu sighed deeply.

The Chaos Body, its great momentum initially formed!

"I grant anyone the right to challenge me, but..."

"I cannot guarantee you will survive!"

Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was calm, yet it spread throughout the vast and endless world.

Everyone who heard this was first shocked, and then admired with reverence!

In the Exotic Realm, they worship strength, with martial prowess above all.

Jun Xiaoyao’s performance undoubtedly conquered everyone present!

It is imaginable that after this battle, Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation would soar to the peak of the Exotic Realm!

It is likely that the other few of the Seven Little Emperors would pale in comparison to Jun Xiaoyao.

And if they found out that the person they worshiped was actually from the Immortal Realm.

At that time, it would certainly overturn the worldview of all Exotic Realm creatures.

Of course, that is a later discussion.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao holding the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, white hair flowing, his demeanor unparalleled.

He did not relax at all, knowing that things were not over yet.

Emperor Mojie died due to misjudging his strength and the power of the Divine Cry Battle Halberd.

Therefore, he died unjustly.

But the Mojie Emperor Race behind him obviously would not give up.

"Little friend was too impulsive..." Elder Mu furrowed his brows deeply.

Jun Xiaoyao’s performance was stunning.

But his actions were somewhat impulsive.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heaven and earth shook, wind and clouds changed abruptly.

The ultimate killer intent was surging.

It was the Mojie Emperor Race’s big figures in fury.

They never expected their own Emperor’s son would be killed in a move.

Because it happened so suddenly, there was no time to prepare.

"Wretch, courting death!"

In the endless void, a blurred figure appeared, emanating a quasi-Immortal aura, boundlessly terrifying.

That was a quasi-Immortal from the Mojie Emperor Race, whose projection in the void exuded immense anger.

Who would have thought that the battle at War God Mountain would result in Emperor Mojie’s demise?

A giant hand suppressed down, endless runes cascaded like a waterfall, crushing the void and disordering space.

The fury of a quasi-Immortal shook heaven and earth!

"Please wait, this is War God Academy!"

Elder Mu’s eyelids twitched, exclaiming.

Although Jun Xiaoyao killed Emperor Mojie, he is the Chaos Body and also canonized as a Quasi-War God by War God Academy.

Not to mention, now that Jun Xiaoyao has drawn the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, he can be said to be the successor of the First Generation War God.

If he were killed by the Mojie Emperor Race’s quasi-Immortal, the loss would be immeasurable.

Facing the immense pressure of the quasi-Immortal, Jun Xiaoyao’s white hair fluttered, white clothes flowed, holding the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, his expression calm as water.

The reason Jun Xiaoyao decisively killed Emperor Mojie.

Besides him being one of the Seven Little Emperors, there was another reason.

Jun Xiaoyao was gambling.

Gambling on Luo Xiangling’s reaction.

Would she be willing to back him up and act for him?

Boom!

The law hand of the quasi-Immortal pressed down.

At this moment, countless runes in the void surged like waves, rolling over like a tide, colliding with the law hand.

"Hmm?"

The Mojie Emperor Race’s quasi-Immortal emitted a cold snort.

In the sky, a mesmerizing figure appeared.

Draped in a fine gauze garment, a misty long skirt.

Garments fluttering, three thousand strands of azure blue hair floating in the wind.

Exquisite and beautiful features, ingeniously crafted.

Skin surpassing snow, rivaling frost, like warm white jade.

A tall figure, a slender waist, and legs long and straight under the skirt.

The whole person looked like the Luo God emerging from the water, a river goddess.

Light rain flew around, highlighting an incredibly beautiful scene.

All the male celestial prides present were dumbfounded.

"It’s Prince Luo!"

"Is this Prince Luo? She’s incredibly beautiful."

Many marveled, completely captivated.

Not only the male celestial prides, but even the women couldn’t help but show amazement in their eyes.

Many were seeing Luo Xiangling for the first time.

After all, she was known for being low-key and seldom left Purple Bamboo Forest.

Seeing Luo Xiangling arrive, Elder Mu also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Luo Xiangling would not stand by and watch as something happened to Jun Xiaoyao.

Considering their relationship...

"Prince Luo, what is your intention?"

In the void, the projection of the Mojie Emperor Race’s quasi-Immortal asked coldly.

Luo Xiangling’s gaze was bright, but only when looking at Jun Xiaoyao.

At this moment, she lifted her head, her swan-like, snow-white neck flawless like jade.

Her eyes seemed cold with the chill of winter winds.

"Yu Xiaoyao, under my protection!"

Although the voice was like a flowing spring waterfall, it uttered words more imposing than a man’s.

All beings around War God Mountain widened their eyes, mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

Don’t be fooled by Luo Xiangling’s usual interactions with Jun Xiaoyao, devoid of any airs of a strong individual.

But if she meant business, she was a true queen, a woman of power.

"Why do I feel a bit envious?" a celestial pride said sourly.

"With Prince Luo’s protection, why bother cultivating."

"Your Majesty Prince Luo, I don’t want to strive anymore..."

Feeling many envious gazes fall upon him.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes revealed a hint of relief.

It seems his recent efforts have been worthwhile.

Not to mention if Luo Xiangling has feelings for him.

At least, even facing a quasi-Immortal from an emperor race, Luo Xiangling would step forward for him.

That is sufficient.