Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Upon hearing this, the black-haired old man's expression clearly changed.

The land of gods has existed for so long, what hasn't it seen?

If we're talking about the world of the Divine Realm, who is the most terrifying person?

Everyone has the answer in their heart.

It was not a new god, nor an old god, nor a powerful race, but a lone saint.

Even the most powerful saint would find it extremely troublesome to deal with the weakest saint.

During this period, even the weakest saint could easily annihilate all descendants of the race below the level of ascension.

This could directly destroy the foundation of a powerful race for the next hundred years.

Even if many skilled individuals remain in this race, they can be allowed to remarry and have children, who can then be raised to adulthood.

Putting aside the time issue, the sheer amount of rare and precious materials consumed is something that most races cannot withstand.

Upon hearing Feng Lin's words, Black Crow's face turned pale.

He then sneered, "You brat! Who are you trying to scare? You've already reached the Saint realm. A Saint at such a young age, do you dare say you don't have the support of a powerful clan behind you?"

“I noticed that you are somewhat similar to the dead man. He just said the same thing to you, thinking that I was trying to scare him and that he wouldn’t dare to kill him here, but I did.”

Feng Lin smiled. "You also think that I wouldn't dare to wipe out your race, then I've decided to make you believe me."

"You brat! You dare! I'll kill you!"

The black crow immediately unleashed its Qi energy.

In an instant, the surrounding sky turned black.

Feng Lin raised a finger, and a beam of four-colored light instantly flew out.

boom!
The light pierced through the black crow's body, creating a hole the size of a bowl.

At the same time, the two saints around them were both shocked to see this scene.

Black Crow immediately sublimated his body, turning himself into a mass of black. The black mass then recombine, restoring his body.

But the hole in front of them still exists.

The two sages beside him were dumbfounded upon seeing this.

I originally thought he was already quite formidable, as he could easily shatter Black Crow's Qi defense.

I never expected to be able to do that.

This is a powerful ability possessed only by the Old Gods, capable of causing severe injuries to others.

Even if it is sublimated, it cannot be easily repaired.

Only by continuously injecting one's own Qi can the wound be repaired.

Could this young man before me be an ancient god?
This is impossible!
If we're talking about those who have become gods, the current Queen Mother of the West, Xi Ling Sheng, is the youngest, without exception.

But the young man before them seemed even younger than Xiling Sheng.

As for Black Crow, his face was already as pale as paper, and he immediately poured his Qi into the cave entrance.

During this time, Feng Lin appeared before him.

Upon seeing this, the black crow was terrified and quickly retreated, but blood began to drip from its chest.

"Why are you running? Didn't you want to cripple my cultivation?"

Feng Lin looked calmly at Black Crow, "I believe you know better than anyone else that killing you is as easy as taking candy from a baby."

Black Crow finally finished repairing his cave entrance, and he looked at the young man in disbelief.

No wonder the other party was able to kill Hiroshi Hai so easily.

His strength seems to be truly unfathomable.

"Gentlemen! It was this brat who violated our holy covenant. We joined forces and killed him."

Black Crow looked at the two saints beside him.

But the two saints remained unmoved, simply standing with their hands behind their backs, quietly watching everything unfold.

"Grass!"

Black Crow shattered the space in front of him with a single blow, preparing to leave.

"I'll remember you. I'll visit your race sometime. Remember to wait for me in the small world."

Feng Lin looked at Black Crow and said.

Black Crow immediately entered the dimensional space and disappeared from there, feeling a wave of fear afterward.

He should have kept quiet. He and Guang Shihai weren't exactly friends, but they both had a grudge against the Heavenly Demon Clan, so they were on good terms in public.

Who would have thought that offending this mysterious expert would be for the sake of a dead Guang Shihai? "Shouldn't you two be more reasonable than the person from before?"

Feng Lin looked at the remaining two saints.

“You’re right. That energy was emitted by one person, and it did indeed come from the Three-Eyed Clan.”

One of the middle-aged men said, "I am Shang Huaixin of the Shang Clan. May I ask your honorable name?"

"Are you from the Tongshang clan?"

Feng Lin was somewhat surprised, as he had met the Tongshang clan members before.

Moreover, it seems that the Suiren clan, to which his mother belonged, had a good relationship with the Tongshang clan.

Feng Lin still found the abilities of this race quite peculiar.

No wonder this middle-aged man gave off such a sickly feeling.

"Yes."

Shang Huaixin nodded.

"My name is Feng Lin, and I belong to the Yanhuang race."

Feng Lin explained with a smile.

As for the old sage on the other side, he left after learning Feng Lin's name.

Now only Shang Huaixin is left here.

Once there were no outsiders around, Shang Huaixin landed from the air.

He said to Feng Lin, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have the bloodline of Suirenshi, right?"

"Yes, I have half the blood of Suirenshi in my veins."

Feng Lin nodded slightly.

“We have maintained good relations with the Shang clan and the Suiren clan for generations, so we are very familiar with the aura of the Suiren clan.”

Shang Huaixin said calmly, "You still need to be careful. This matter is not a big deal, but it is not insignificant either. If it is exaggerated, the entire Suiren clan may suffer."

"Don't worry about that, senior. I'm quite capable. If Suiren is targeted because of me, I will definitely help."

Feng Lin said with a smile.

"I feel relieved now."

Shang Huaixin smiled and said, "You can come visit our race when you have time."

"I will."

Feng Lin nodded slightly.

After Shang Huaixin left, Zhuang Qingyan and Cen Caixuan, who were in the distance, also came over.

"How's it going? Is it resolved?"

Zhuang Qingyan asked.

"Yes."

Feng Lin nodded slightly and walked towards the corpse. "I've realized now that ordinary saints are no match for me."

"You're only just realizing this? I told you before that no matter how many ordinary saints come, they are no match for you. The only ones who can pose a threat to you are the surviving ancient gods among the top races."

Zhuang Qingyan smiled at Feng Lin.

"You are an Old God. It seems you can pose a threat to me."

Feng Lin said softly.

"I can't, otherwise I wouldn't have acknowledged you as my boss."

Zhuang Qingyan gently shook her head.

Feng Lin opened his hand, and black liquid flowed from his palm.

He discovered that the Ash Saint Gu, which was originally like black smoke, was now like a viscous liquid, just like oil.

Suddenly, a mouth appeared on the black figure lying on the ground, revealing sharp teeth.

"Owner."

It was a slightly hoarse female voice.

"What? The Ash Saint Gu spoke."

Ye Yourong's voice was full of surprise.

Feng Lin was the same; before, he had to sculpt a human figure himself, but now he could speak on his own. (End of Chapter)