As the saying goes, one thing conquers another.

Jiang Luoli is recognized by Jiang Rou as a daughter-in-law, so Jun Xiaoyao really can't be too harsh on her.

Otherwise, if Jiang Luoli goes back and reports that Jun Xiaoyao bullied her, Jiang Rou would start nagging again.

"I came all the way down to the Lower Realm to see Brother Xiaoyao, and I even got imprisoned, can't I ask for a few more hugs?"

Jiang Luoli, using her skill of acting cute, lifted her crystalline little face. Her big watery eyes seemed to speak, appearing pitiable.

Black lines appeared on Jun Xiaoyao's forehead.

This act of cuteness was very powerful, but unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao was immune to it.

He wasn't a Copper Refiner, after all.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's lack of reaction, even Jiang Xuling was somewhat tongue-tied.

When Jiang Luoli sulked, the entire Jiang Family would almost want to hold her in their hands and shower her with affection.

Yet her future brother-in-law didn't even seem to care.

Is he truly emotionless?

"Come down." Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

"Oh..." Jiang Luoli realized that her act of cuteness was ineffective, so she obediently let go and stepped back.

Jiang Luoli likes to be coquettish at times, but she never behaves unreasonably.

However, thinking about the time she could still spend in the Lower Realm with Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Luoli started giggling foolishly to herself again.

"This silly girl..." Jun Xiaoyao was utterly speechless.

Jiang Luoli was actually very clever, but whenever she faced Jun Xiaoyao, she seemed to lose her wits, becoming silly and goofy.

Perhaps this is how a woman in love loses her mind.

"Thank you for your assistance, brother-in-law. Xuling is very grateful." Jiang Xuling hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully cupping his hands.

Upon hearing this title, Jun Xiaoyao remained silent.

Instead, Jiang Luoli became a bit shy and bashful, saying, "Cousin, we're not that close yet..."

Jun Xiaoyao felt a bit embarrassed. Had this girl really taken him for granted?

"It's been so long, yet you haven't grown any taller."

Looking at Jiang Luoli's always petite stature, and her unremarkable chest.

For a moment, Jun Xiaoyao even wondered if Jiang Luoli, like Jun Family's Sixteenth Ancestor, had consumed some Longevity Dao Fruit and would never grow up.

"Brother Xiaoyao, you're saying I'm short again!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoli pouted and puffed out her cheeks.

"Celestial King covers the land, Luo Li is only one meter fifty."

"Pagoda subduing river demons, Luo Li will never grow tall." Jun Xiaoyao truthfully said.

Before, Jiang Luoli was at his chest level.

Now, she probably only reached his waist.

When using her mouth, she didn't even need to kneel.

Moreover, if they were to engage in procreation.

It wouldn't be a step by step, but a straight to the point.

"I'm not lacking in development!" Jiang Luoli put her hands on her little waist, desperately pushing out her small chest.

But it just... wouldn't bulge.

"Alright." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head.

He didn't have the time to discuss physiological development issues with this silly girl, so he turned to Jiang Xuling and said.

"I don't object to you doing those clan and sect exterminations, just be careful not to fail unexpectedly; I can't protect you all the time."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Jiang Xuling nodded repeatedly.

Indeed.

If it weren't for Jun Xiaoyao's help this time, both he and Jiang Luoli might have been in danger.

"Thank you, brother-in-law." Jiang Xuling expressed his gratitude.

"Can you call me something else?" Jun Xiaoyao was getting a headache.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Jiang Xuling said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Indeed, given his importance to the Jiang Family, being addressed as Young Master was not inappropriate.

After dealing with this matter, Jun Xiaoyao did not relax.

He still had to deal with matters concerning the Ancient Divine Race.

In addition, Jun Xiaoyao also wanted to visit the Taigu Divine Mountain in the Wanxiang Continent.

Since the Ancient Royal Family wanted to give the Jun Family a hard time.

Then, naturally, Jun Xiaoyao should also give the Ancient Royal Family a shock.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

After a brief adjustment, Jun Xiaoyao led the group to the base of the Ancient Divine Race.

Now, the Ancient Divine Race was already locked in intense conflict with the Ancient Demon Race, Ancient Demon Race, and Sin Race.

They were almost on the verge of collapse.

Luckily, the team from the Great Yin Dynasty arrived in time to support them, allowing them to hold out a bit longer.

However, even with the support of the Great Yin Dynasty, winning this battle was still incredibly difficult.

Because in addition to the Ancient Demon Race and Ancient Demon Race, the four major sinful races had also gathered here.

They were the Blood Feather Race, Golden Giant Race, Earth Demon Race, and Nine Netherworld Sparrow Race.

The strength of these four sinful races was formidable.

Along with the Ancient Demon Race and Ancient Demon Race.

That the Ancient Divine Race could hold on until now was already considered a miracle.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and waves of mana shook the heavens.

"Ancient Divine Race, and Great Yin Dynasty, you won't last much longer!" A Saint from the Ancient Demon Race sneered coldly.

"Indeed, your end has come." A Saint from the Ancient Demon Race also spoke icily.

"Ancient Divine Race has suppressed our races for so many years, it's time to repay the blood debt!" A Saint of the Blood Feather Race, with a pair of blood-feathered wings on his back, spoke with extreme coldness.

The Ancient Demon Race and the Ancient Demon Race had already rebelled and helped them break their seals.

Therefore, these four major sinful races poured all their resentment and hatred onto the Ancient Divine Race.

"Sin Races are Sin Races, with sinful blood flowing in their veins. We, the Ancient Divine Race, are loyal to the Master Jun Family, shedding blood and sweat, rather die than yield!"

A Saint from the Ancient Divine Race shouted, even though they were covered in blood, their war intent was boundless.

"Not until the coffin do they shed tears. Kill!" A Saint from the Nine Netherworld Sparrow Race spoke with killing intent.

The Emperor Dayin approached a Saint from the Ancient Divine Race and transmitted his voice: "Don't worry, in the eyes of the Divine Son, these sinful races are like clay chickens and pottery dogs."

Having witnessed the terrifying power of the Fallen Sacred Body, the Emperor Dayin was no longer worried about these sinful races, even showing a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Hope the Divine Son arrives soon, we can't hold on much longer." The Ancient Divine Race Saint sighed.

Below, Jun Ying'Er and Fang Han, among others, were also fighting.

While battling, Jun Ying'Er's mind was on Jun Xiaoyao, wondering when he would come.

Fang Han remained expressionless.

Since Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, the times Jun Ying'Er spoke to him were minimal.

Most of the time, she was by Jun Xiaoyao's side.

This made Fang Han extremely displeased.

But he had no choice, Jun Xiaoyao was not someone he could provoke.

Fang Han might be narrow-minded and possessive, but he wasn't foolish.

He understood whom he could provoke and whom he couldn't.

Even his father, the Emperor Dayin, considered himself a mere subordinate in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

What did he count for?

However, because of his sacrifices of the Sin Race to the Divine Sacrifice Talisman, Fang Han's strength continued to rise.

But he hadn't shown it, planning to keep it as a trump card, to play the fool before seizing the advantage.

And just then, a sound of space disturbance was heard in the sky.

Saints from the Ancient Demon Race, Ancient Demon Race, Blood Feather Race, and Nine Netherworld Sparrow Race were besieging a Saint from the Ancient Divine Race, intent on annihilating him first.

In terms of the number of Saints, the Ancient Demon Race, Ancient Demon Race, plus the four major sinful races, far exceeded the Ancient Divine Race and Great Yin Dynasty.

Just as the Ancient Divine Race Saint was on the brink of being besieged.

A towering figure with long, disheveled hair and surging demon intent broke through space and punched towards an Ancient Demon Race Saint.

Splat!

The body shattered, and Holy Blood was spilled.

With one punch, a Saint was obliterated!

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