SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 970 970 The Secret

War God Academy, as a top institution of the foreign realm.

Naturally, Immortal Kings exist within it.

Of course, being an academy after all, there couldn't be too many Immortal Kings.

But even a single Immortal King was an enormous deterrent, and no one dared to provoke one.

And at this moment, deep within War God Academy, an Immortal King who almost never concerned himself with worldly affairs had spoken up, declaring his intention to protect Jun Xiaoyao.

This carried far more weight than Luo Xiangling.

After all, although a quasi-immortal's status was high, there was still a gap compared to a true Immortal King.

Otherwise, the Chihu clan could never have been elevated to a quasi-imperial clan just because of a single Chihu King.

In the sky, the projection of the Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal loomed, shrouded in a hazy aura.

But even so, one could sense the gravity in his expression.

Jun Xiaoyao's identity in this regard could be said to have caught everyone completely off guard.

And among those present, there was another whose expression had turned extremely ugly.

Naturally, it was the Fufeng King.

"How is this possible, how could he be one of the World-Destroying Six Kings?" The Fufeng King could hardly believe it.

At first, he hadn't even considered Jun Xiaoyao a rival.

Because the gap between Jun Xiaoyao and himself was far too great.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's identity as one of the World-Destroying Six Kings had been exposed.

Combined with his Chaos Physique and monstrous talent, once he grew up, he would at the very least become an Immortal King.

If that were the case, wouldn't he truly be worthy of Luo Xiangling?

"This kid was hiding this trump card from the very beginning, playing me for a fool?"

He understood now — Jun Xiaoyao had turned the situation to his own advantage.

Earlier, he had said that Jun Xiaoyao was hiding behind a woman, dragging Luo Xiangling into it, and questioned where his conscience was.

Jun Xiaoyao had simply played along, stepping forward.

Not only had he taken Luo Xiangling's hand and earned a wave of goodwill.

But in turn, he then revealed his trump card as one of the World-Destroying Six Kings, leaving even the Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal powerless against him.

After all that, the clown turned out to be the Fufeng King himself.

Thinking of this, even with the composure of a quasi-immortal, the Fufeng King felt his equilibrium waver.

A dignified quasi-immortal powerhouse, played like this by a young junior — where was his dignity?

A deep, cold light flickered in the Fufeng King's eyes.

Only now did he truly begin to take Jun Xiaoyao seriously.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, Luo Xiangling was also quite surprised by his identity.

But she felt a quiet sense of relief, and turned to look at the Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal, saying coldly, "Do you still intend to make a move?"

The Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal was no reckless individual.

He knew that today's matter would not be easy to resolve.

"Offending my Mojie Imperial Clan — this move of yours was not a wise one."

The Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal took a long, deep look at Jun Xiaoyao, and then his projection simply dissipated.

Clearly, he could not make a decision on this matter alone and needed to consult with the Mojie Imperial Clan's immortals.

With the departure of the Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal.

The tension in the air eased.

What followed were countless gazes filled with curiosity, fervor, admiration, and wariness.

The Farshore Prince, Li Jiuming, and the others wore extremely stiff, unnatural expressions.

Tushan Wanwan and the other girls looked on with faces full of admiration and adoration.

After all, the successive revelations of Jun Xiaoyao's identities had been truly thrilling.

First, the inheritor of the First Generation War God's will.

Then, a member of the Dark Sequence, one of the World-Destroying Six Kings.

Jun Xiaoyao perfectly overlapped with the image of a hero in their hearts — and even surpassed it.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm, though inwardly he let out a quiet breath of relief.

He hadn't been entirely sure before just how much deterrent power the identity of one of the World-Destroying Six Kings actually carried.

Whether it would be enough to hold an immortal imperial clan in check.

Now it seemed that Jun Xiaoyao had underestimated the weight of that identity.

In the foreign realm, it was indeed something that commanded reverence.

Jun Xiaoyao found himself wanting to offer a moment of silence for that man from the Heavenly Tomb.

He could have made a brilliant mark in this era.

But the moment he crawled out of his grave, he was eliminated by Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao put away the Divine Weeping War Halberd, and the blood-vessel-like threads of crimson retracted back into the halberd's shaft.

Not a single mark was left on Jun Xiaoyao's arm.

His head of white hair also returned to black.

"This truly is a demonic weapon." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

When wielding the Divine Weeping War Halberd, it actually drew blood from its master.

Of course, the stronger the bloodline power of its master, the greater the might of the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

But if that were all there was to it, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't place too much importance on the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

He had a feeling that the Divine Weeping War Halberd held another, deeper significance — one that might be connected to some great hidden secret.

Of course, there was no need for Jun Xiaoyao to rush into uncovering the halberd's secrets right now.

After putting away the Divine Weeping War Halberd, Jun Xiaoyao swept his gaze across the surroundings.

Among the peers of his generation, not one dared to meet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

After all, this was someone ruthless enough to pin even the Mojie Imperial Son to the ground with a single halberd strike.

Even the Farshore Prince and the others stiffly averted their gazes.

Only one gaze remained — sharp and shadowed.

It came from the Fufeng King.

A cold light flashed through Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

The Fufeng King — there would be plenty of ways to deal with him later.

"Everyone, the show is over. Go your separate ways." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and said.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's effortlessly composed manner, all the geniuses present couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Instantly killing seven minor emperor-level geniuses, going head-to-head with a quasi-immortal powerhouse, and still remaining this calm.

That kind of temperament was simply extraordinary.

"Xiangling, thank you."

Jun Xiaoyao turned and looked at Luo Xiangling.

In truth, the reason he had been so decisive in killing the Mojie Imperial Son this time.

Was partly because he wanted to see just how far Luo Xiangling would go for him.

Whether she would be willing to offend an immortal imperial clan on his behalf.

Now it seemed that Luo Xiangling had developed something of a feeling for him.

"There's no need for that."

Looking into Jun Xiaoyao's sincere and deep handsome eyes, Luo Xiangling found herself momentarily at a loss for how to respond, and could only brush it off with a single phrase.

"Come sit with me for a while?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

Luo Xiangling gave a slight nod of her head.

The two walked off into the distance.

Tushan Chunchu and the other girls followed along as well.

The Fufeng King watched this scene, his face expressionless, and turned to leave.

In terms of cultivation, he was indeed far superior to Jun Xiaoyao for the time being.

But when it came to winning a woman's heart, he, a stubborn bronze, couldn't even come close to Jun Xiaoyao.

The matter at War God Mountain had come to a temporary close.

But the impact it produced was far-reaching.

Drawing out the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

Instantly killing the Mojie Imperial Son.

Going head-to-head with a quasi-immortal.

The exposure of his identity as one of the World-Destroying Six Kings.

Any one of these events, taken alone, would have been enough to shake an entire region.

Not to mention that all four major events had occurred on Jun Xiaoyao alone.

This was enough to send all ten great regions into an uproar simultaneously.

In the Demon Abyss Great Region, within an ancient forbidden ground known as the Heavenly Barrier Blood Abyss.

A stone coffin floated upon an endless sea of blood.

Absorbing the power of the countless blood-soaked bones and remains within the sea.

Inside the coffin, blood mist swirled, and through it one could vaguely make out a seductive figure lying within.

"It seems the First King has already drawn out his World-Destroying Forbidden Weapon. My own World-Destroying Forbidden Weapon will soon be obtained as well."

"When the time comes, with all six World-Destroying Forbidden Weapons gathered, the path leading deep into the Unspeakable Place can be opened, and the true inheritance belonging to the World-Destroying Six Kings will be ours."

"Soon, First King, Nunu will be able to see you. You'd better wait for Nunu~"

A voice, enchanting to the bone, murmured to itself, carrying with it temptation and anticipation.