Previously, he still held hope, thinking that Jun Xiaoyao might have conquered Lang Huan with martial strength.
Now it seems, indeed, it is Lang Huan who is throwing herself at Jun Xiaoyao.
He pursued her desperately for a long time, without even touching a single finger of Lang Huan.
Now Lang Huan actively approaches another man.
No one could endure this, their mindset would be shattered.
"External human race, you're courting death!" Mo Ling couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to take action personally.
"Hold on," Jun Xiaoyao said.
"What, are you afraid now?"
Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face showed coldness.
Some surrounding Burial Soil creatures also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.
This fearless person, could he really be feeling fear now?
Jun Xiaoyao didn't care, instead he turned to ask Lang Huan, "If I win at the Ten Kings' Grand Banquet, can I enter the Burial Realm?"
