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Chapter 107 - 107: Ye Xingyun's Heart is Pierced, Champion Hou's True Body Appears, Like a Large Black Beetle?

Several streaks of light descended from the flying ancient beasts.

The crowd's gazes all turned towards them. Leading the group was a youth with a tall and straight posture, his eyes carrying an unruly air.

Seeing this person, the surrounding cultivators were slightly disappointed.

"It's not the Wang family's Young Emperor, but Wang Teng's younger brother, Wang Gang," a prodigy shook his head slightly, rather disappointed.

They had wanted to admire the Young Emperor's demeanor.

"Hmph, how could my older brother come here to compete with a group of people for a mere consort position?" Wang Gang's gaze swept around as he sneered coldly.

He held extreme respect for Wang Teng.

In his mind, if that Wu Mingyue actively threw herself at him, perhaps Wang Teng might still accept.

For Wang Teng to proactively come and compete for the position of consort was simply beneath the Young Emperor's status.

The entire Northland Wang family took pride in Wang Teng.

At this moment, chariots rumbled in the distant sky once more.

"The Jun family has finally arrived!"

Cultivators from many forces present couldn't help but stand up and look, wanting to see if Jun Xiaoyao had appeared.

However, to their disappointment, they did not see the figure of the Nine-Headed Lion.

That was Jun Xiaoyao's exclusive mount.

Jun Zhantian appeared with Jun Zhangjian and a few others.

After seeing that Jun Xiaoyao's figure was indeed not present.

Various voices began to spread.

Of course, most people still believed that even if Jun Xiaoyao couldn't defeat Champion Hou, he definitely wouldn't be afraid.

A small number of people, however, believed that Jun Xiaoyao had lost his nerve and dared not come.

"What a group of short-sighted fellows. How can Young Master's strength be fathomed by ordinary people?" Jun Linglong said lightly.

Even they, who were closest to him, didn't know Jun Xiaoyao's true strength.

How could those outsiders possibly know?

"Don't pay them any mind. I believe Xiaoyao will come," Jun Zhantian said with a confident smile.

Not long after, the Jiang family also arrived.

Jiang Shengyi and Jiang Luoli, this pair of beauties, one older and one younger, appeared, seeming to add brilliance to the heavens and earth.

Countless gazes were captivated by these two graceful figures.

"It is said that the Divine Dynasty's Eldest Princess is a peerless beauty, but the two beauties of the Jiang family are even more so," a young prodigy praised.

"If I could gain the favor of either of these two beauties, I would die without regret!" a male cultivator said痴痴 (infatuatedly/absentmindedly).

"What are you dreaming about? Do you think you're the Jun family's Divine Son?" A group of people rolled their eyes.

On the Ye family's side, Ye Xingyun's pupils trembled slightly.

That delicate and graceful figure he thought about day and night had appeared.

Although his personality had undergone a subtle transformation, his feelings had not changed.

Just as Ye Xingyun was about to step forward and greet her.

Jiang Luoli, however, directly skipped over to the Jun family's side.

"Where's Brother Xiaoyao? Where's Brother Xiaoyao? Where is he?" Jiang Luoli craned her neck, scanning the Jun family crowd.

But look left and right, she didn't see the figure she longed for day and night.

"Xiaoyao hasn't arrived yet," Jun Zhantian said.

"You little girl, are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Shengyi walked over, her snow-white dress immaculate, her immortal face dreamlike and beautiful, captivating all who saw her.

"Hmph..." Jiang Luoli pouted and wrinkled her small, delicate nose.

She was a little unhappy.

Because she hadn't seen the person she wanted to see.

And as luck would have it, Ye Xingyun chose this exact moment to approach.

"Luoli, it's been a long time," Ye Xingyun revealed a composed and appropriate smile.

"Who are you?" Jiang Luoli was feeling a little down and said irritably.

"I am Ye Xingyun," Ye Xingyun's face stiffened again.

"Oh, I remember now..." Jiang Luoli nodded her little head.

However, before Ye Xingyun could secretly rejoice, he heard.

"You're that someone who was beaten unconscious by Brother Xiaoyao, right?"

Even if Ye Xingyun's personality was very calm, at this moment, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Jiang Luoli opened her mouth with "Brother Xiaoyao," and closed it with "Brother Xiaoyao."

It was like a curse, making Ye Xingyun frantic, wishing he could directly eliminate Jun Xiaoyao.

He forced a stiff smile, then turned and left.

Jiang LuOLI didn't care; her heart was only for Jun Xiaoyao.

"You little girl, don't worry. I think he will probably come," Jiang Shengyi comforted with a light smile.

Although she didn't show it, in her heart...

She actually also wanted to see Jun Xiaoyao a little.

No... she wanted to see him very much.

As time passed, the major immortal forces had almost all arrived.

However, no one noticed a figure wearing a hood, sitting in the most remote corner seat in the back.

It was Xiao Chen.

His gaze was fixed coldly on the Jun family group.

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"In the future, if I, Xiao Chen, can rise completely, I will definitely uproot the Jun family and eradicate them completely!" Xiao Chen secretly vowed in his heart.

And at this very moment, numerous clamorous exclamations arose from the surroundings.

In the distant sky, a figure completely enveloped in divine radiance strode through the air.

"It's Champion Hou!" many cultivators shouted.

It was no wonder they paid such attention, because Champion Hou was an existence at the center of a storm.

He was the most likely person to be selected as Wu Mingyue's consort.

Adding to that, his arranged battle with Jun Xiaoyao.

All of this pushed Champion Hou to the forefront.

The Champion Hou at this moment was different from the Champion Hou in the Vermilion Bird Ancient Kingdom.

That Champion Hou was merely a clone.

And this one was the true body.

The true Champion Hou wore the menacing, pitch-black Heavenly Horn Divine Armor and wielded the sharp and cold Desolate Edge Divine Spear.

Within his body, there was also a faint, unceasingly vast sword intent permeating the air, which must be from the Panhuang Life Sword.

"Is this the Divine Dynasty's Champion Hou? His aura is indeed powerful!"

"Indeed, seeing is believing. Although this Champion Hou's reputation isn't very good, his strength is truly formidable!"

Seeing the true Champion Hou appear, the expressions of many prodigies from immortal forces turned somewhat grave.

Champion Hou's aura was too powerful.

Coupled with the divine equipment he had luckily picked up.

Even the top prodigies of immortal forces had to be wary.

In the corner, Xiao Chen, seeing Champion Hou, his face instantly covered with a layer of frost.

"Is this person the scumbag who妄想 (delusionally hopes/vainly attempts) to obtain Mingyue? He indeed cannot be underestimated," a cold intent filled Xiao Chen's heart.

In the sky, Yang Pan's gaze fell on the Jun family's side.

"Hah, as expected, he didn't appear. It seems I overestimated Jun Xiaoyao," a cold sneer appeared on Yang Pan's face.

Jun Xiaoyao had plucked his peaches midway, seized his fortuitous encounters, and even destroyed his clone and Saint-level puppets.

Yang Pan practically had the heart to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

To be able to severely damage Jun Xiaoyao's reputation in public would also count as a form of revenge.

However, just as his words fell, a delicate and angry voice sounded.

"What right do you have to comment on Brother Xiaoyao, you ugly, large black beetle!"

The one who spoke was none other than Jiang Luoli.

Her words stunned the entire audience.

Then, many gazes turned towards Champion Hou.

Champion Hou was clad in the pitch-black Heavenly Horn Divine Armor, and on his head were two black, curved horns.

Viewed from afar, he did indeed somewhat resemble a large black beetle.

Many cultivators let out a "pfft," covered their mouths with their hands, and tried hard to suppress their laughter, their faces turning red.

Yang Pan's expression darkened, and his face turned stern.

(End of this Chapter)