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The Dragon Subduing List Tournament welcomed hidden Prodigies from the other four Great Domains, and even from the Chaotic Star Sea, into the Central Domain.

Even the Holy Lands and Imperial Clans native to the Central Domain began to gradually unseal their Imperial Sons, who had been sealed in Divine Sources for many years.

Golden Dragons of Luck continuously roared in the Central Domain, and every Prodigy felt a subtle connection to them.

"Divine Son, we are now over a thousand miles away from the Divine Sword Sect."

"Do we need to continue moving further away?"

A questioning voice came from his side, and Jun Moxie's cold gaze instantly swept over.

The Divine Soul power from Nine Nether instantly made the Disciple who spoke look blank, his Divine Soul trembling slightly.

He merely snorted and said, "There are some things I don't want to say a second time. With me, don't talk too much!"

As Jun Moxie's words fell, the Nine Nether power receded, and that Disciple gasped roughly, trembling.

Terrifying, it was too terrifying. He had just smelled the scent of death.

"I am a True Immortal Reincarnation; the threats from those in the same Realm in this Xuanhuang World are not significant to me."

"Only those True Immortal Rank Prodigies from the Upper Realm pose some threat to me."

"I remember that this Xuanhuang World has a Lower Realm force of Zhenyuan Palace, but I don't know if there are any True Immortal Rank Prodigies from Zhenyuan Palace descending to the Lower Realm in this era."

Jun Moxie's eyes flickered, his mind wary of the Zhenyuan Palace Prodigies he had never seen.

In his eyes, neither the Big Dipper Holy Son who had gained fame in the Kunxu Realm before, nor that Immortal Body, were worth mentioning.

Lower Realm Prodigies always lacked the mysterious substances found in the Upper Realm.

Even an Immortal Body could not reach his height...

"But why did I suddenly feel a sense of danger just now..."

Jun Moxie frowned, carefully recalling what had happened earlier in the Divine Sword Sect.

He was playing with the Sword Dao stone tablet in his hand at the time, but as it returned to his hand, a sense of dread flashed through him.

This led to his later departure from the Divine Sword Sect. After all, it was just a chess piece; even if it was destroyed, the Nine Nether Holy Land still had many forces of the same level under its command.

"Fortunately, I have already forged a Nine Nether Immortal Saber, which currently meets the standards of a Saint-Grade weapon."

"As long as I find some more Materials needed for Imperial Weapons, it will then be able to be upgraded to a Quasi-Imperial Weapon."

"And even when I attain the Great Emperor Dao, it will directly Undergo Tribulation and ascend to an Imperial Weapon!"

Thinking of his Saint-Grade weapon, a strange look of pride appeared on Jun Moxie's lips.

That was a Saber Dao weapon with Immortal Rank potential!

The Nine Nether Immortal Saber, even if it only ascended to an Imperial Weapon, would be able to fight against a Heavenly Emperor across Realms.

And the only drawback of this Nine Nether Immortal Saber was its fear of Devilish Qi.

"Boom!!!"

However, at this moment, a roaring sound exploded in his ears.

A silver Star Shuttle swiftly streaked across the sky, finally stopping in front.

It directly blocked Jun Moxie's path.

"Who is it!!"

As a True Immortal Reincarnation, Jun Moxie's brows were already furrowed, and he felt a bad premonition in his heart.

He quietly watched the Star Shuttle gradually come to a stop, revealing the true appearance of the silver light.

On a silver Star Shuttle, the banner and symbol of the Beidou Holy Land were carved.

And at this moment, a purple-haired figure slowly walked out of the silver Star Shuttle.

His flowing purple hair swayed in the wind, and his eyes were extremely sharp, like an eagle.

His entire person exuded a domineering aura, and the power of Law was too dense.

"Beidou Holy Land? Purple hair?"

"This is the successor of the Heavenly Tyrant Body!!"

Jun Moxie's eyes narrowed, instantly recognizing the identity of the purple-haired figure.

It was none other than the Saint of the Beidou Holy Land, the successor of the Heavenly Tyrant Body—Xu Ying!

As Jun Moxie watched, Xu Ying was also observing the Divine Son of the Nine Nether Holy Land.

A purple other shore flower suddenly extended from his neck to behind his ear, and there were faint purple shadows in his eyes, giving him an air of sinister evil.

Most importantly, Xu Ying sensed the aura of Law from the other party.

"King Realm!!"

This was definitely not a Realm that Prodigies of this era could cultivate to.

Only those True Immortal Rank Prodigies from the Upper Realm, or those Prodigies unsealed from ancient times, could reach this Realm.

Even Xu Ying believed that he had undergone numerous trials to achieve his current cultivation.

As Xu Ying stepped out of the Star Shuttle, Chi Qingning and Sun Xingzhe followed closely behind.

Liu Qingshan cautiously followed on Xu Ying's other side.

"Liu Qingshan... Half-demon descendant..."

"The aura of the Supreme Bone, the appearance of a Supreme. This must be the Beidou Saintess."

"And this one, is it the Fighting Saint Body?"

Jun Moxie looked at the people behind Xu Ying, and his previously furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.

Good heavens, the Beidou Holy Land must be here to deliver Luck to him.

These one or two, they are all Prodigies accompanied by powerful Luck.

Jun Moxie's eyes lit up. If he could completely harvest enough Luck at the Dragon Subduing List Tournament.

His Imperial Path would be stable in the future, and even the Immortal Pass would be smooth sailing.

"What do you mean by intercepting the Divine Son of my Nine Nether Holy Land!"

Beside Jun Moxie, a Disciple angrily shouted.

He also recognized the identities of the few, but under Jun Moxie's guidance, he had no choice but to do so now.

"Hmm?"

Xu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the Disciple beside Jun Moxie.

Liu Qingshan glared at him fiercely. This person was simply lighting a lantern in a toilet—courting death!!

Sun Xingzhe and Chi Qingning also looked uncomfortably at the Nine Nether Holy Land group.

And at this moment, in the area where Xu Ying and the others were, several more figures suddenly appeared.

Golden Dragons of Luck manifested behind these people, clearly indicating that they were participants in the Dragon Subduing List Tournament.

After this group approached, Xu Ying's gaze narrowed. It was them...

Mu Chanyao! Jiang Lingxi!

And Willow Poetry!

Compared to when they met in the Wang family, Willow Poetry's cultivation aura had grown very quickly.

And beside her was Mu Chanyao, the woman holding the spiritual sword, still with an indescribable sense of dullness.

As for Jiang Lingxi, dressed in green, with her eyes covered by a white cloth, her Heaven-Peeking Eyes still had some lingering Dao injuries!

"Good, good, good, as expected of the Dragon Subduing List Tournament."

"It instantly brought out so many people with great Luck for me!"

Jun Moxie became even more excited after seeing the several people appear.

Possessing the memories of a True Immortal Reincarnation, two lifetimes of combat experience, and various Divine Abilities and secret arts.

Not to mention these Lower Realm Prodigies, even if True Immortal Rank Prodigies from the Upper Realm came, he wouldn't be afraid.

If he could plunder the Luck of this Realm, Jun Moxie believed he could possess Immortal Lord-Rank potential!!

Thinking of this, Jun Moxie's eyes glowed, and he was somewhat impatient to make a move.

"Whoosh!!"

But Xu Ying's speed was even faster. He brandished his long saber, and the Dominating Saber First Style chopped down vertically.

His targets were Jun Moxie and the Nine Nether Holy Land Disciple beside him.

"Crack!!"

The Dominating Saber chopped down, and after the long saber cut a mark on the Physical Body, it quickly split into two.

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