Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The entire Baiwang City was in an uproar, unable to calm down.

Because today’s events were beyond their understanding.

It can be imagined that in a few days, this news will spread throughout the Yin Nether Realm, and even to other regions.

After all, the fall of a celestial pride at the Tenth Minor King level is no small matter.

However, more than this, everyone was more interested in how the Fallen Feather Race would react.

Jun Xiaoyao suddenly summoning three Godslaying Puppets of the Great Saint Realm indeed shocked the crowd.

But truth be told, the Fallen Feather Race really had nothing to fear.

Not to mention if the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race took action, even a Quasi-Supreme Venerable could easily handle these three Godslaying Puppets.

So everyone was curious about what actions the Fallen Feather Race would take next.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around and said lightly, ”The excitement is over, let’s disperse, I’m not fond of noise!”

With these words, the Burial Soil Creatures around unconsciously took a few steps back and then turned to leave.

Unknowingly, Jun Xiaoyao had gained such prestige and reputation in the Yin Nether Realm.

The Burial Soil Creatures left with shock and awe in their hearts.

A strong being is respected everywhere.

”Young Master Jun is so powerful!” Cang Yue and Cangxue, two sisters, had a glimmer of fascination in their beautiful eyes.

Although Jun Xiaoyao rejected them, it did not hinder their admiration for him.

Having seen Jun Xiaoyao, they might never fancy another man in their lifetime.

Because finding a man more excellent and perfect than Jun Xiaoyao is almost impossible.

No, you can remove ’almost’.

It’s just impossible!

”What a pity, I thought the celestial pride of the Tenth Minor King level in Burial Soil could give me a surprise, but it seems I overestimated.” Jun Xiaoyao slightly shook his head.

Hearing this, the Patriarch of the Cang Family and others didn’t know what to say.

In others’ eyes, the high and nearly invincible Ten Little Kings seemed so inadequate in Jun Xiaoyao’s view.

”Hehe, Young Friend Jun is indeed strong, but that Fallen Feather Saint Son, though ranked among the Ten Little Kings, is not even in the top five among them,” the Patriarch of the Cang Family chuckled.

”Is that so? Then it might be a bit interesting; perhaps the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet won’t be boring after all,” Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

For some reason, hearing this, all the Cang Family creatures shivered.

This lawless master, could he be planning to create a ruckus at the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet?

The Patriarch of the Cang Family began to feel sympathy for the other nine kings.

The entire Baiwang City also fell into a brief calm.

But everyone knew, this peace was temporary.

In a few days, when the Fallen Feather Race learned of this, Baiwang City would surely liven up once more.

Therefore, many Burial Soil Creatures around Baiwang City did not leave, wanting to witness firsthand the final outcome of this outsider from the Human Race.

And Jun Xiaoyao, seeming to anticipate the Fallen Feather Race’s reprisal, did not leave either.

This only made the Cang Family even more grateful.

Because if Jun Xiaoyao left with a wave, the Cang Family would be the first to suffer.

Jun Xiaoyao could leave, but the Cang Family couldn’t possibly relocate the entire clan, could they?

Moreover, they couldn’t leave Burial Soil and couldn’t evade the Fallen Feather Race’s pursuit.

However, these past days, the Cang Family didn’t idle; they began sending people to take control of resources and territories of the Gongming Family and other three major forces.

It can be imagined, if the Cang Family can survive this disaster, not to say instantly becoming as strong as the immortality-influencing Fallen Feather Race.

But at the very least, they would be the strongest force below the Fallen Feather Race.

Such a force would have the qualification to be used as a pawn by Jun Xiaoyao.

And things went as expected.

In less than two days, the entire Yin Nether Realm was abuzz because of this matter.

All the beings in the Yin Nether Realm were shocked and incredulous when they first heard this news.

Some even thought it was a rumor.

But as the news spread wider, more and more beings came forward to confirm it, and the news was finally accepted by the public.

All beings’ attention was focused on the Fallen Feather Race.

As the overlord of the Yin Nether Realm, what action would the Fallen Feather Race take next?

Many creatures thought the Fallen Feather Race might directly send a Quasi-Supreme Venerable to eliminate that outsider from the Human Race.

Deep within the territory of the Fallen Feather Race.

Towering black Demon Mountains exuded a terrifying Death Nether Demonic Qi.

And at this moment, at the center of these mountains, there was a black sun.

The black sun exuded a suffocating horror pressure.

Even a Saint Powerhouse’s flesh body would shatter under such pressure.

At the heart of the black sun, a faint silhouette could be seen seated within.

This silhouette within the black sun was the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race, a Supreme Venerable Powerhouse!

At this moment, several figures stood in the void around the Fallen Feather Race Burial Emperor.

Among them, there were Venerable Auras and Quasi-Supreme Venerable Auras.

”Who would’ve thought, they would come to Burial Soil again,” a Supreme Venerable said coldly.

”And coincidentally, they clashed with our race,” another Supreme Venerable sighed.

If it were a descendant of a common Immortal Influence, the Fallen Feather Race wouldn’t even discuss; they’d directly send someone to obliterate them.

But now, the one they clashed with, was a person they all felt extremely troublesome.

One wrong move could potentially bring great disaster to the Fallen Feather Race.

”How should we handle this next?” a Fallen Feather Race Supreme Venerable said with a headache.

The gazes of the few figures present all fell on the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race in the black sun.

After a long time, the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race spoke faintly, ”Do not provoke.”

Upon hearing these four words, the Fallen Feather Race Supremes present all trembled and expected this.

”But will our Saint Son and Saints die in vain, then where is our race’s dignity?” a Quasi-Supreme murmured unwillingly.

”The one from the Jun Family who entered the Burial Realm over ten years ago, his aura has not extinguished, and there is another in the Burial Realm...” The Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race spoke gravely.

Hearing these words, the Fallen Feather Race powerhouses present fell silent.

Only these high-level powerhouses knew how terrifying the great battle involving the Ancient Burial Land was back then.

The one from the Jun Family was practically a taboo, slaying multiple Burial Emperors.

In the end, he even ventured into the depths of the Burial Realm, battling those ancient great terrors, incredibly strong to the extreme.

”We understand.” The Fallen Feather Race powerhouses all sighed in response.

It’s hard to imagine that as the overlord of the Yin Nether Realm, the Fallen Feather Race would have a day to bow and submit.

”By the way, send a Quasi-Supreme to explain the situation, if that Jun Family Divine Son holds a grudge against our race, there might be even bigger trouble,” the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race said.

Hearing these words, all the Fallen Feather Race powerhouses felt both aggrieved and helpless.

The overlord of the Yin Nether Realm was driven to such an extent by a junior.

It was simply unimaginable.