This Long Kun, although not as formidable as the Ten Little Kings from the Corpse Dragon Race, isn't too weak either.

And yet, as a celestial pride of the Corpse Dragon Race, he willingly becomes Lang Huan's Holy Guard.

This shows how much Long Kun admires Lang Huan.

"Another Dragon Race member..." Jun Xiaoyao squinted slightly.

He wondered if he was destined to clash with the Dragon Race.

In the Immortal Realm, there's the Ancestral Dragon Nest opposing him, and now in the Burial Land, he encounters the Corpse Dragon Race.

"Kid, I'm warning you, don't let a little strength get to your head, the Ninth Princess is not someone you can disrespect!" Long Kun's eyes glistened with coldness.

And there was a trace of hidden jealousy.

If only he had the looks of Jun Xiaoyao, maybe Lang Huan would be moved by him.

In the end, only the ugly become lapdogs.

The handsome ones, the beautiful ones, can simply wait for others to fawn over them.

That's why Long Kun felt jealousy; he absolutely didn't want Lang Huan to meet this pretty boy.

"I hate eels the most, but I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my door." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was cold.

In the next moment, he directly punched, striking towards Long Kun.

"Presumptuous!"

Long Kun shouted angrily.

As a celestial pride of the Corpse Dragon Race, how dare someone actively provoke him, it was simply suicidal.

"This kid probably doesn't know the might of the Corpse Dragon Race, yet he actually dares to engage in hand-to-hand combat?"

Watching as Jun Xiaoyao's punch charged forward, surprised voices echoed around.

Long Kun similarly threw a punch, colliding with Jun Xiaoyao.

But the result was...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of bone-shattering sounds erupted, and with a single punch, Jun Xiaoyao shattered half of Long Kun's body, splintered bones scattering everywhere!

The eyeballs of the onlookers bulged out!

The Corpse Dragon Race was famous throughout the Ancient Burial Land for their formidable flesh bodies.

Other than the Ancient Tyrant Body from the Netherworld King Hall, who dared to use flesh to oppose the Corpse Dragon Race?

And the main thing was, Jun Xiaoyao, now utterly crushed Long Kun with overwhelming force.

This was unbelievable!

"This... how is this possible?" Qin Xian'Er's small mouth hung open, somewhat dazed.

Even she, when facing Long Kun, wouldn't gain any advantage, let alone engaging in flesh combat.

Just how strong was this young man's flesh body?

"You... who are you really?" Long Kun looked horrified, with half of his body cracked and broken, fear spreading in his pupils.

He didn't expect to hit a wall so hard.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored him, a palm descending again.

Long Kun was filled with dread, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, sensing a breath of death.

He quickly retreated, exclaiming, "I'm from the Corpse Dragon Race, do you really have the guts to kill me?!"

Jun Xiaoyao was indifferent, the palm seal came crashing down.

Qin Xian'Er opened her little mouth, intending to stop it, but then heard a bang.

Long Kun was already smashed by Jun Xiaoyao into a meat pie.

All the creatures present were stupefied.

The celestial pride of the Corpse Dragon Race, killed just like that!

This young master was seriously fierce!

Those creatures who initially accompanied Jun Xiaoyao all trembled, secretly swallowing a gulp.

They probably did not expect that this accompanying young master was this fierce.

"Is there anyone else who wants to step up?" Jun Xiaoyao looked around.

Nearby burial soil celestials had fluctuating expressions.

They couldn't fathom Jun Xiaoyao's depth at all.

But thinking about Jun Xiaoyao wanting to take Lang Huan as a maid, it infuriated them.

How could their goddess be slandered like this?

"Let's all go together. I don't believe he can take on all of us!"

"Yes, the Ninth Princess cannot be insulted!"

"We can't let the Ninth Princess meet this kid!"

The surrounding burial soil celestials were all angry.

Plainly speaking, they didn't want Lang Huan to meet Jun Xiaoyao.

If she did, who knows, she might really grow fond of him.

This is what this group of lapdogs absolutely did not want to see.

"So, lapdogs must die, huh?"

Jun Xiaoyao looked at this group of burial soil celestials who were courting death for Lang Huan, shaking his head slightly.

Fools bring their own doom!

"Don't be a dog in your next life, be a human."

Jun Xiaoyao directly pushed out a palm, flattening a swath of celestial prides into meat pies.

Broken limbs and body parts flew everywhere, numerous burial soil celestials screamed miserably, meeting their demise.

Even Qin Xian'Er was dazed, speechless.

The Holy Guard selection now seemed like a massacre by Jun Xiaoyao alone!

Does it even need a selection, not at all.

Jun Xiaoyao alone was enough, a one-man army!

"Could this person possibly be..."

Qin Xian'Er's beautiful eyes flashed; she was not foolish, instantly linking to the Jun Family celestial pride making waves lately.

But what puzzled Qin Xian'Er was, that person was an external celestial pride.

Yet this elegant young master had a body full of death aura, a standard burial soil creature.

However, according to the selection criteria for the Holy Guard, Jun Xiaoyao was indeed qualified.

Not only qualified, but far exceeding the standard.

Qin Xian'Er even thought that if Jun Xiaoyao attended the Ten Kings' Grand Banquet, he could definitely contend with other kings.

"You qualify, you can become the Princess's Holy Guard," Qin Xian'Er said.

Although Qin Xian'Er also did not want such an elegant young master to approach Lang Huan.

But since it's Lang Huan's order, Qin Xian'Er would strictly adhere to it, never delaying Lang Huan's matters because of her own selfishness.

"Didn't you understand what I said earlier?"

Upon hearing Qin Xian'Er's words, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.

He came to acquire a maid, not to become someone else's guardian.

"Young master, it's about time to be satisfied; otherwise, offending the Ninth Princess won't end well,"

Beside him, a young man with horns advised him.

They all thought Jun Xiaoyao was arrogant and probably said something like that to show off.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing.

Qin Xian'Er couldn't help but feel a wave of anger rising within her.

You are indeed handsome, and your strength is indeed strong.

But so what, in her eyes, Lang Huan was not someone to be insulted.

Just when Qin Xian'Er was about to personally take action, a soft and seductive voice suddenly echoed from deep within the distant palace.

"Haha, who would've thought there'd be such a handsome little puppy participating in the Holy Guard selection."

"Little puppy?"

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Is this an insult?

As the voice came, a graceful purple-clad silhouette suddenly appeared in the void.

Purple hair cascaded like a waterfall down to her hips, and as the hem of her skirt fluttered, a pair of ivory-like long, crystal clear beautiful legs were revealed, comparable to Princess Long Ji's legs.

The woman's appearance was stunning, with curved dai eyebrows, starry eyes like gems, and red lips painted like vermilion.

Her slender waist exposed, adding a touch of enchantment and allure to her.

The woman who appeared was Lang Huan.

At this moment, her eyes were locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, filled with dazzling, seductive light.

This handsome, charming little puppy was so much her type!

It made her want to ride him under her and shower him with affection!

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