Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

The sage of the Flying Bird Clan before him looked somewhat surprised, not expecting that besides that woman, there was also a master from the Nine Nether Clan.

Even though he was a saint, he couldn't detect the other party's aura.

Judging from appearances, this person has a very strong ability to hide.

Zhuang Qingyan held the jade tobacco pouch in one hand and slightly raised the other.

Click!

Cracks appeared in the space in front of her.

Upon seeing this, the bird clan saint, who was originally preparing to attack, immediately hovered in mid-air.

His eyes were filled with shock. He had never heard of a saint from the Nine Nether Clan since birth.

Not only him, but all the onlookers around them couldn't believe their eyes.

It should be noted that in the land of gods, there are still many races that have no saints.

Now that a saint has appeared in the Nine Nether Clan, can the rumors that they are an inferior race still hold water?
"This is truly astonishing! How is this possible? I actually met a saint from the Nine Nether Clan!"

The sage of the Flying Bird Clan spoke in a deep voice.

"That shows you're ignorant. Although a hero doesn't dwell on past glories, back then, your race wouldn't even be worthy of carrying our shoes."

Zhuang Qingyan took a puff of her pipe. "Now, you can get out of here. If you dare to disrespect us, I will kill you!"

"Heh, you've got quite the nerve. You think you can kill me with your mere Nine Nether Clan?"

The sage of the Bird Clan sneered repeatedly. He spread his arms, and his entire body turned white. "Come on! Let me show you the Formless Wind of our Bird Clan!"

"I gave you a chance."

Zhuang Qingyan held up one finger.

Click! Click! Click...

Around this bird-race saint, space shattered simultaneously.

Purple chains appeared from the space, instantly trapping the bird clan's saint in the middle.

sizzle...

The chains emitted black lightning.

Boom!

In an instant, the space in front of them collapsed, turning into a huge black abyss.

The white light emanating from the bird-like saint at the center suddenly vanished.

"what?"

The bird-like saint showed a look of horror.

At this moment, something seemed to be wriggling inside his body.

boom!
With a loud bang, numerous chains suddenly burst forth from his body, tearing him to pieces on the spot.

At this moment, the Sage of the Flying Bird Clan transformed into a humanoid phantom, floating in the black void.

The black lightning spread again, and the humanoid phantom howled ferociously before being completely shattered.

The chains disappeared, and the collapsed space was restored.

The surroundings calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

But that saint is gone.

Feng Lin kept his eyes fixed on the battle. This Zhuang Qingyan was indeed formidable. From the very beginning, the opponent's chained spirit particles had been relentlessly attacking the colorful spirit particles of the flying bird clan.

The damage she caused was far greater than that caused by Yao Se.

When the colored spiritual particles completely disappeared, that person died.

The onlookers were all stunned by what they saw.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing: a saint, torn apart in a short time, never to recover.

What's happening here?
This is totally against common sense.

Let alone the Saint realm, even the Ascension realm, if the body is torn apart, it can be regenerated through Ascension.

Why is it that even a saint cannot achieve that level of enlightenment?

The three pseudo-saints who had previously fought Cen Caixuan immediately fled into the distance upon seeing this situation. They were terrified; something they couldn't comprehend was unfolding before them.

brush!
Suddenly, the space above the three of them shattered.

Three chains emerged from them and bound the three of them.

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately ascended their bodies, trying to escape from the chains.

But they discovered that they were unable to transcend themselves.

The three looked at each other and realized that none of them could achieve enlightenment.

Fear instantly rose in their hearts. What kind of ability did this woman possess?
She can actually prevent sublimation!
Wow!

He skillfully pulled all three of them into the dimensional space, and the three rifts around them were now completely restored.

The onlookers in the distance were deeply moved by what they saw.

In the realm of the gods, saints possess absolute power, and this is the simplest way for them to deal with non-saints.

They were pulled into a dimensional space, where dimensional power annihilated their lives.

Click!

But the next moment, a crack appeared in the space in front of Zhuang Qingyan, and the three people reappeared.

Clearly, Zhuang Qingyan didn't intend to kill them so easily.

Zhuang Qingyan stood with her hands behind her back. "You think you can just run away after bullying my people? Do you really think there's no one in our Nine Nether Clan?"

At this moment, the crowd that had been watching from afar began to move closer.

They all wanted to know what the Nine Nether Clan Saint in front of them wanted to do.
At this moment, Feng Lin also walked towards Zhuang Qingyan.

Before long, dozens of people had gathered around to watch. In particular, the lingering effects of the battle and the countless auras were constantly drawing closer to the area.

Zhuang Qingyan looked around and, finding that the number of people was about right, said calmly, "You three, kneel down and apologize to my people now, and each of you slap yourselves twenty times, and I will let you go. Otherwise, you will end up like the saint just now."

Upon hearing this, the three people in front of them all turned hostile.

Although they were not saints, they were among the top experts in their clan. These pseudo-saints knelt before a woman from the Nine Nether Clan in front of so many people.

This was an enormous insult to them.

If there were no other people around, I could just let it go. But with so many people watching, how can I face people in the future?

"Fine, I like men with backbone. Then you three can die."

Zhuang Qingyan calmly smoked her pipe.

Click!

Above them, space shattered, and chains emerged from it.

Before they are close to death, their hearts are very firm, but when they watch death approach, their hearts are different.

They are false saints, the first tier below the saints.

They had bright futures and the potential to become saints, so how could they die here?
"Stop...I'll kneel! I'll kneel!"

The middle-aged man from the Sun Clan immediately knelt on the ground. He looked at Cen Caixuan and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have provoked you."

As he spoke, he slapped himself in the face.

Seeing that the experts of the Sun Clan had all knelt, the remaining two immediately knelt down as well.

The people around who saw this were all incredulous.

For a dignified false saint to kneel before a woman from the Nine Nether Clan was something they couldn't even imagine before.

"Alright! You can get out of here! If you're still not satisfied, then let the sage behind you come over. I, Zhuang Qingyan, am ready to serve you anytime."

Zhuang Qingyan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the three people in front of them instantly flew away into the distance.

Their eyes hardened; of course they wanted the sage to come.

The mere Nine Nether Clan, having finally produced a saint, is already so arrogant.

No matter how strong she is, she would be no match for several saints working together. (End of Chapter)