"Sure enough, there's a daily check-in task?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured in his heart.
He wasn't surprised at all, in fact, it was exactly what he expected.
"Master Jun, if you don't mind, please stay in my palace for now. We can go to the Ten Kings Banquet together when it begins," Lan Huan said.
Her title, once "Your Highness," had become "slave."
Thus, it is evident that Jun Xiaoyao's strength has indeed conquered Langhuan.
If Jun Xiaoyao only had appearance, Lang Huan might only see him as a pet, a pretty boy or something like that.
But Jun Xiaoyao is unexpectedly a person whose appearance and strength are equally matched.
Even Lügeng was impressed.
"Yes," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao agree so readily, a cunning smile flashed in Lan Huan's beautiful eyes.
"Little milk dog, living in this princess's palace, could you possibly escape the grasp of this princess?" Lang Huan thought smugly.
In terms of physical combat, she was undoubtedly no match for Jun Xiaoyao.
But she is a woman.
For men, women are the most powerful weapons.
She didn't believe that Jun Xiaoyao could withstand her charm.
Now, in Lan Huan's view, Jun Xiaoyao's refusal is probably due to face.
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"Every man is a lecherous old scoundrel, I don't believe for a second you're an upright gentleman." Lang Huan thought to herself.
As long as we live together, there's no shortage of opportunities, right?

While on the other side, Qin Xian'er saw this scene, her pretty face also dimmed slightly.
However, since Lu'an could find a man she liked, Qin Xian'er felt happy for her even though she was also disappointed.
As for that group of sycophants outside the palace, they were all heartbroken and utterly lost, their lives seemingly devoid of purpose.
To be as lifeless as a withered tree, and as empty as ashes is the most fitting description.
So men must never be a lick dog.
Maybe while you're fawning over your goddess, she's trying every way to fawn over other men.
"No, I refuse to accept this reality!"
"How could Princess Lánghuán possibly set her eyes on that nobody?!"
"But who exactly is that white-faced boy, his strength is so powerful?"
Outside the palace, many voices were discussing.
Finally, the creatures who had come with Jun Xiaoyao all along ended up revealing his identity.
This immediately caused an uproar, creating a huge commotion.
"What, that white-faced boy is the one who killed the fallen feather saint son in the Netherworld, the Jun family prodigy?"
No wonder, thinking about it this way, it makes sense. Besides him, who else would dare to casually kill the dragon cubs of a corpse dragon clan?
"But his aura, it's the death qi of our Zàngtú creatures, isn't it?"
"This aura isn't impossible to imitate and convert. Given the capabilities of a top talent from your family, there might be a way."
As the truth was revealed, the entire Asura Demon King's capital city erupted in an uproar.
All the talented young masters who came to bury their rivals were surprised, for that boy was the legendary prodigy of the Jun family.
At the mere thought of them once provoking the Jun family's prodigies, many of the denizens of the Burial Grounds felt a shiver of fear.
If Jun Xiaoyao were to unleash his killing intent, none of them would survive.
But then they discovered that Jun Xiaoyao had not returned.
That is to say, Jun Xiaoyao remained in Lan Huan's private chamber after being brought there by her.
What this represents, all living beings know in their hearts.
"How could it develop so quickly?"

"No, I don't believe it. My goddess couldn't possibly have been taken by some foreign prodigy!"
"Shame! This is a shame on all of us men who bury the earth!"
Many sycophants are clamoring, unwilling to accept this bloody reality.
These group of Heaven's Proud, who had pursued Lang Huan for so long, were met with indifference.
Now, instead, they favor an outsider prodigy and are even willing to fawn over them.
The disparity was so vast that it was hard for them to believe.
One of the most beautiful women in Zuan Tu was actually taken by an outsider.
This came as a bolt from the blue for those elite disciples of the Burial Soil.
This message also began spreading from the capital of the Asura Demon Realm outwards.
Because of Lang Huan's great reputation in the Wan Gu Zang Tu, the news spread very quickly. Soon, almost everyone in the Ten Domains of Zang Tu knew about it.
Dragon's Remains Domain, atop a mountain of white bones.
A man with dragon horns, white bone wings spread behind him, his face etched with extreme murderous intent and coldness.
"That arrogant young master is courting death, daring to kill a member of my Corpse Dragon Clan!"
This man's name is Long Xiang, he is the strongest genius of the Corpse Dragon Clan in contemporary times, one of the Ten Little Kings.
And his strength, among the Ten Small Kings, also ranked in the top five, far surpassing that of the Fallen Feather Saint Son.
Jun Xiaoyao, in broad daylight and without any hesitation, directly killed Long Kun.
This is tantamount to a provocation and disdain for the Dragonkin of the Corpse.
Long Xiang's eyes were extremely cold, his killing intent causing the world around him to change color.
"The Ten Kings Feast, I do hope you'll come. As for the debt owed to Long Kun, I will personally collect it!" Dragon Soaring's aura erupted, his deathly qi swirling around him, faintly forming a ghostly white bone dragon behind him.
It's not just Long Xiang who received the news.
The rest of the kings who were to attend the banquet had all received this news.
In a swamp filled with the stench of decay, there was a man with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a serpent.
Upon hearing this news, he let out a bloodcurdling roar, his fury echoing through the heavens!
"How could this be, how could this be? Lang Huan was actually taken by another man, no, Lang Huan is mine!"
This man, with the body of a human and the tail of a snake, covered his head with his hands and let out an unwilling roar.
He was the proud son of the Swallowing Heaven Python Clan, named Mo Ling. He was one of the Ten Little Kings and a loyal suitor of Langhuan.
The snake's nature is lewd, and Mo Ling has a mad infatuation for Lang Huan. However, Lang Huan has always treated him with respect and distance.
Mo Ling intended to seize this Ten Kings Banquet as an opportunity to completely conquer Lang Huan, making her his woman.

Unexpectedly, someone else had already been nominated first.

What Mo Ling found most unacceptable was that it was actually Lang Huan who took the initiative to offer herself up and be forced upon.
This drove Mok Ling to madness, he was about to go crazy.
"Genius of the Jun family, I want you dead!" Mo Ling's serpent eyes revealed unprecedented ferocity!
Upon a violet mountain peak, there stood a being, shrouded in an aura of overwhelming malevolence.
This creature's head resembled that of a wolf, with a pair of massive gray ox horns growing from its forehead. Its entire body was covered in pitch-black scales, between which grew bloody hair.
Behind this creature lie nine tails, and at the end of each tail is a ferocious beast's head, looking utterly terrifying.
If the esteemed Lord Xiaoyao were here, he would surely be astonished. This creature bears a striking resemblance to the ancient beast known as the Nine Nether Boar from legend.
This creature, resembling the Nine Nether Demon Bull, is also one of the Ten Lesser Kings and possesses considerable combat strength.
"The flesh of a heavenly pride like yours must be quite delicious, wouldn't it?" the creature muttered, its eyes gleaming with malice!

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