Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

"Prince Luo, do you really want to make an enemy of my Mojie Emperor Race for this child?"

Seeing Luo Xiangling standing in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

In the void, the quasi-immortal of the Mojie Emperor Race spoke coldly.

Luo Xiangling is no ordinary person; among the quasi-immortals, her strength is also extremely strong.

Not to mention, she is a revered supreme at the War God Academy, even the Mojie Emperor Race cannot simply oppress her.

The entire audience’s gaze fell on Luo Xiangling.

After all, Luo Xiangling is offending a branch of the Immortal Emperor Race for Jun Xiaoyao alone.

This is no small matter.

Even with her background at the War God Academy, offending a branch of the Immortal Emperor Race is clearly not a good thing.

"Will Prince Luo offend the Mojie Emperor Race for a Chaos Body?" Many were curious.

Not everyone has the courage to take on the Emperor Race head-on.

At this moment, a calm voice sounded.

"Everyone, there’s no need to be so tense."

As the voice fell, a middle-aged man dressed in opulent cyan-gold robes and bearing cyan wings appeared.

His body exuded a quasi-immortal aura.

It was unmistakably King Fufeng.

"Another quasi-immortal from the academy!"

Many students of the War God Academy showed excitement in their eyes.

Who would have thought that the battle between the Chaos Body and the Mojie Emperor’s Son would ultimately draw three quasi-immortals to appear.

Seeing King Fufeng appear, the quasi-immortal of the Mojie Emperor Race looked even colder.

He was only a projection and couldn’t even handle one Prince Luo, let alone with another King Fufeng added.

However, to everyone’s surprise, King Fufeng looked at Prince Luo with a smile and said.

"Prince Luo, I agree that the Mojie Emperor Race does have a rightful claim. How about we temporarily hand over the Chaos Body to them?"

King Fufeng’s words brought a hush over the scene.

Many had thought that King Fufeng appeared to support Prince Luo and offer backing to the Chaos Body.

Who knew, he came to undermine instead.

"King Fufeng, you..."

Luo Xiangling’s eyes surged with piercing coldness.

She still underestimated King Fufeng’s narrow mind.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, a flicker of cold intent flashed in his eyes.

King Fufeng had already been noted in his little black book of death.

In the future, he would pay heavily.

"Prince Luo, indeed, the Chaos Body was at fault first. For killing the Mojie Emperor’s son, our War God Academy should understand the truth of the matter."

King Fufeng continued to smile.

But that smile only made Luo Xiangling’s peerless beauty even colder and frostier.

"Can you represent the War God Academy?" Luo Xiangling responded nonchalantly.

King Fufeng’s face stiffened for a moment, then he shifted his gaze to Jun Xiaoyao and said.

"Yu Xiaoyao, do you really want Prince Luo to make enemies with the Immortal Emperor Race for you?"

"It was because Prince Luo appreciated you that you could become an appointed quasi-War God. Now, you want to implicate Prince Luo, where is your conscience?"

King Fufeng’s words were sharp.

Many around began to feel something was amiss.

This King Fufeng seemed to harbor a distinct hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao.

"Ah..." Elder Mu sighed deeply.

He understood why King Fufeng targeted Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, King Fufeng was an old lapdog of Prince Luo.

His animosity towards Jun Xiaoyao made sense.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained unchanged.

Yet he had to admire, the quasi-immortals are indeed old foxes one by one.

King Fufeng’s words were flawless and without fault.

If it were anyone else, they might be at a loss for words and unable to refute.

But Jun Xiaoyao could just follow along with King Fufeng’s momentum and perform before Luo Xiangling.

Moreover, he had one last trump card.

This was something King Fufeng absolutely could not foresee.

"Want to outsmart me? Let’s see who in the end slaps whose face."

Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly.

On the surface, Jun Xiaoyao sighed gently.

He stepped forward slowly, directly reaching out a hand to grab Luo Xiangling’s jade hand.

"Xiang Ling, Senior King Fufeng is right, one ought to take responsibility for one’s own actions. Let me bear the consequences of what I’ve done."

This scene solidified the atmosphere.

It wasn’t that Jun Xiaoyao’s words were shocking.

Rather, it was his endearing way of addressing Luo Xiangling.

And he even held Luo Xiangling’s jade hand!

Luo Xiangling’s hand was soft and boneless, the skin tender, and her jade fingers long.

It was as exquisite as a piece of art.

And this hand, never before held by anyone, was now gripped by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Xiaoyao, you..." Luo Xiangling’s heart skipped a beat.

Her delicate body seemed a bit stiff.

It was Luo Xiangling’s first time holding hands with someone.

Even as a lofty quasi-immortal, her heart was somewhat chaotic at this moment.

After all, Luo Xiangling is a beautiful old maid who’s been single for tens of thousands of years.

She had never been in such contact with any man.

Before, while spending some time with Jun Xiaoyao, it was always very proper without any contact.

Seeing this, King Fufeng nearly exploded.

Even with the demeanor of a quasi-immortal, he couldn’t stay calm and his mindset was about to break down.

He had adored Prince Luo and pursued for a long time.

Yet despite trying, he never even came within three feet of Luo Xiangling.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao, just took the opportunity to hold Luo Xiangling’s hand.

Not to mention addressing her so intimately.

This made King Fufeng’s face turn green. Taking deep breaths, he had to control his emotions to avoid losing composure.

"Yu Xiaoyao..."

King Fufeng had outsmarted himself, caught off guard by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Xiaoyao, with me here, I won’t let anything happen to you." Luo Xiangling didn’t pull her hand away from Jun Xiaoyao.

"Xiang Ling, leave it to me; a man shouldn’t stand behind a woman."

"In the future, when Xiaoyao grows into an unrivaled powerhouse, he still wishes to protect Xiang Ling."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled, full of brilliance and elegance.

Luo Xiangling’s heart skipped a beat.

By right, a quasi-immortal should have full control over their emotions.

Yet Luo Xiangling’s snow-white face involuntarily flushed with a hint of redness.

Everyone witnessing this scene was stunned.

This was too much of a smooth charmer, wasn’t it?

"So handsome!"

"Ugh, so envious of Prince Luo." Many ladies were watching jealously.

As for the gentlemen, they lamented.

"If I had even a tenth of the Chaos Body’s emotional intelligence, would I still be single?"

Tushan Wanwan, Tushan Chun Chun, and the other girls saw this and also turned sour, turning into lemon spirits.

They too wished to have their hands held by Jun Xiaoyao like this.

Jun Xiaoyao gently pulled Luo Xiangling behind him.

He then faced the quasi-immortal powerhouse from the Mojie Emperor Race above the sky.

"It seems you finally have some responsibility." Mojie Emperor Race’s quasi-immortal said coldly.

"I wonder if the esteemed quasi-immortal from the Mojie Emperor Race dares to make a bet with me?" Jun Xiaoyao said with an unrestrained smile.

"What?" Mojie Emperor Race’s quasi-immortal said indifferently.

To him, Jun Xiaoyao was no better than an ant.

He wasn’t afraid of Jun Xiaoyao playing any tricks.

"I am willing to take one strike from you, and after one strike, life and death shall be fate!"

Jun Xiaoyao’s words echoed sonorously across the heavens and earth!