The location of the Ten Kings' Grand Banquet is in the Celestial Nether Realm, within the Soul Burial Mountain, one of the Ten Ancient Burial Realms.

The Celestial Nether Realm is the area closest to the Burial Realm.

The ruling force of the Celestial Nether Realm is the renowned Netherworld King Hall.

The Hall Master, the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor, is the Domain Lord of the Celestial Nether Realm and one of the top powers of the Ancient Burial Land.

Among the ten Domain Lords of the Ten Burial Realms, in terms of fame and strength, he is second only to the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor of the Senluo Realm.

Today, the Soul Burial Mountain is extremely lively.

The pitch-black mountain range stretches into the distance.

Thick Death Nether Qi swirls and churns amidst the Soul Burial Mountain.

Countless Burial Soil Creatures gather densely from the Ten Domains.

The Ten Kings' Grand Banquet is also considered a grand gathering of the Ten Burial Realms.

Various new and old figures gather together, creating a lively scene.

In the past, the Ten Kings' Banquet mainly focused on exchanges and sparring among the Ten Little Kings and their followers.

Various major forces would offer some rewards as a prize.

However, this Ten Kings' Banquet is different from before.

It's not just about sparring and exchanges.

"Hey, have you heard? It's said that a rift has appeared in the depths of the Burial Realm?"

"Yes, ever since that huge incident over a decade ago, the Burial Realm was completely sealed. I didn't expect a rift to appear."

"But it seems the rift is very unstable and only allows a few creatures to enter, and their cultivation can't be too high; otherwise, they can't get in at all."

"It seems that this time, the sparring competition of the Ten Kings' Banquet is tied to securing a spot to enter, right?"

Some Burial Soil Creatures whispered among themselves.

What is the Burial Realm? It's an absolute opportunity treasure land.

From ancient times, countless strong practitioners have been buried there, with numerous cultivation techniques, divine weapons, and treasures inherited there.

There are even legends that on the outskirts of the Burial Realm, you can take a few steps and randomly dig the ground to find an inheritance tomb.

Of course, this is somewhat exaggerated, but it shows that the Burial Realm is a place full of great opportunities.

However, over a decade ago, after that incident, the Burial Realm self-sealed.

Except for Burial Emperor-level powerhouses who can communicate with the great terrors deep within the Burial Realm, no other Burial Soil Creatures can enter.

This time, the appearance of a rift in the Burial Realm is definitely a great opportunity for the Ten Little Kings and other Celestial Prides.

Aside from this news, the other thing everyone is most concerned about is Jun Xiaoyao.

"I've heard that the Ninth Princess Lang Huan of the Demon Country has really been conquered by the Jun Family Celestial Pride?"

"Yes, it's rumored that they've even shared a bed."

"Damn it, this is a disgrace for the male creatures of the Burial Soil. Such a beauty has been captured by someone from the outside!"

"It doesn't matter, since that Jun Family Celestial Pride dares to attend the banquet, he should be prepared to lose face."

Many Burial Land Celestial Prides were full of indignation.

Of course, these were just some extremist lapdogs.

Most of the Burial Soil Creatures held a sense of rejection and hostility towards Jun Xiaoyao, seeing him as an outsider.

Conversely, the female Burial Soil Creatures were speaking up for Jun Xiaoyao.

"You must be jealous. You can't conquer the Ninth Princess yourself, so you blame others."

"Exactly, if you're that capable, go fight Young Master Jun yourself. If you win, I'll marry you!" some Burial Soil maidens mocked.

These retorts left the Burial Soil Creatures speechless, their faces awkward and annoyed, unable to respond.

At this moment, from afar, a dragon's roar suddenly sounded.

A Bone Dragon, burning with ghostly green Nether Fire, soared over, carrying a group of creatures.

Among them was Long Xiang.

"The Celestial Pride Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Race has arrived!" some people shouted, eyes filled with fanaticism.

Long Xiang is undoubtedly one of the strongest Celestial Prides in the Ten Burial Realms.

Moments later, another direction revealed a massive black python, its enormous body like a winding mountain ridge.

It carried a group of human-bodied, snake-tailed creatures, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race.

Among them was Mo Ling, the Celestial Pride of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race.

"Mo Ling of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race is here. He is an ardent pursuer of the Ninth Princess!"

"Heh, now there's a good show to watch!"

Long Xiang and Mo Ling, although they had never met Jun Xiaoyao, already shared enmity.

Long Kun was killed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Furthermore, Lang Huan's affection for Jun Xiaoyao clearly touched a nerve with Mo Ling.

But they weren't the only ones to come.

With a beastly roar, the Nine Nether Ape emerged.

The Nine Nether Ape had a wolf-like head, massive gray horns on its head, a body covered in black scales, and blood-colored fur growing between the scales.

On its back were nine tails, each with a fierce beast head, extremely ferocious.

Seeing this fierce creature, many Burial Soil Creatures showed expressions of dread.

This Nine Nether Ape, though not pure-blooded, was extremely fierce and ranked among the top three of the Ten Little Kings, even capable of dueling with the Ancient Tyrant Body.

As time passed, one king after another emerged.

A Celestial Pride of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race appeared, possessing eight arms, very peculiar.

A king from the Corpse Refining Sect appeared, cloaked in black and carrying a coffin, intimidating everyone.

A king from the Blood Demon Race, rumored to have evolved from a drop of demon blood, also appeared.

All in all, the Ten Little Kings appeared one after another, gradually pushing the banquet to its climax.

Finally, in the distant sky, a luxurious and magnificent tower ship appeared.

Upon seeing this ship, the entire Soul Burial Mountain fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"It's the Ninth Princess's tower ship, she's here!"

"That Jun Family Celestial Pride should be on board too!"

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the scene!

Amidst this attention, three figures emerged from the tower ship.

They were Jun Xiaoyao, Lang Huan, and Qin Xian'Er.

"It's true..."

When they saw the three walking out of the cabin of the tower ship, many creatures were in a daze.

The rumors were true.

The high and mighty Ninth Princess of the Demon Country has been completely conquered by the Jun Family Celestial Pride!

In an instant, various hostile and disdainful glances fixated on Jun Xiaoyao like needles.

Mo Ling of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race felt as if he'd been cuckolded, even though he had no real relations with Lang Huan.

Watching the indignant Burial Soil Creatures, Jun Xiaoyao maintained an expression as calm as water and said lightly, "Indeed, a beauty can bring disaster. I didn't expect your popularity in the Burial Soil."

Lang Huan, hearing this, coquettishly rolled her eyes at Jun Xiaoyao and said, "Hmph, it's only because Young Master Jun is heartless enough to reject me. No one else can even touch a finger of mine."

"That's because they are all lapdogs, and I am a human." Jun Xiaoyao said nonchalantly.

This interaction, in the eyes of outsiders, was nothing short of playful banter.

"You, an outsider from the Human Race, what right do you have to stand beside Lang Huan!"

Finally, Mo Ling couldn't hold back anymore and stood up, snapping coldly, his serpentine eyes red as if they were dripping blood.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Mo Ling disdainfully and remarked upon seeing his snake tail, "So it's a shameless snake. Lang Huan, does such a creature even have the right to pursue you?"

Hearing this, Lang Huan was also a bit annoyed.

She was extremely averse to Mo Ling. Such snake people only made her skin crawl.

"Then, Young Master Jun, can you help me get rid of this shameless snake?"

Lang Huan stepped closer, her lithe and delicate form pressing snugly against Jun Xiaoyao's side, speaking in a playful and coquettish tone.

Seeing this, Mo Ling exploded!

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