Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

“How could I dare to refuse the young master’s order? I just felt that there was no need to provoke Feng Lin. You may not know how powerful he is. Without the bloodline of the ancient gods, we have no chance at all in front of him. And Ji Guangling over there has a close relationship with Feng Lin. If he finds out, our Light Clan will surely be destroyed.”

Guang Mi Xiu looked at the light spot with a calm expression.

Upon hearing this, Guangban snorted coldly, "I already told you, I am no longer the young master. I have ruled the Light Clan for thousands of years. Furthermore, my orders are absolute. Even if I am wrong, you should still carry them out."

"Okay, I've already tried to persuade them anyway."

Guang Mixiu nodded and immediately chased after it into the distance.

At this moment, Feng Lin controlled his clone and followed along.

Click!

The dimensional rift broke open again, and Ji Guangling and the red-haired middle-aged man rushed out first.

The next moment, Guang Mixiu's figure also appeared.

Just as Guang Mixiu was about to make his move, space shattered again, and Feng Lin's clone appeared there.

"Grandpa, you probably need my help now, don't you?"

This time, Feng Lin did not lower his voice, but used his natural voice.

Upon hearing this, Ji Guangling, who had initially planned to continue fleeing, now relaxed. "It was you, kid!"

"That's right, I can't believe that the old master's strength is so great. He can shatter space without even being a saint."

Feng Lin was full of admiration, but he did not deliberately shatter space when he was a pseudo-saint.

He wasn't sure if he could have broken it at the time.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Guang Mishu, who was about to make a move, immediately withdrew his Qi.

He knew that voice all too well; it was Feng Lin's voice.

The dark figure in front of me was him!
Guang Mishu's face was somewhat pale. Fortunately, he hadn't made a move, otherwise, he would have faced certain death.

"You are... Feng Lin?"

"Look at the clone in front of me," Guang Mishu asked.

"Yes, it's me."

"What is this black shadow?"

"This seems different from your previous clones," Guang Mixiu asked.

"This is still my clone, only an improved version."

Feng Lin's voice came over, "Why are you running so fast? Is it also to kill the old master?"

"Yes, I came here on orders. You should have seen that saint from the Light Clan just now."

Guang Mixiu explained, "He is the patriarch of the Light Clan in the Divine Realm. Logically speaking, he and I are cousins. My father and his father are half-brothers, but his father was born to the legal wife. So when we came to the Otherworld, my father's family was sent down."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin nodded to himself. He had been nearby and overheard Guang Mixiu's conversation.

The fact that the other party doesn't know your identity means they're not lying.

boom!
At this moment, Ji Guangling clashed with the sage of the Red Lotus Clan.

With Feng Lin here, he could fight with peace of mind and didn't need to think about escaping anymore.

Feng Lin controlled his clone to look at the battle on Ji Guangling's side, and then looked at Guang Mixiu, "Do you want to be the leader of the Light Clan? I mean, the Light Clan of the Divine Realm."

Upon hearing this, Guang Mishu's eyes suddenly widened, and the golden cross in his eyes shimmered faintly.

Before he could speak, the numerous saints behind him broke through space and caught up.

Guang Mixiu sensed the presence of the Light Clan behind him and immediately shut his mouth.

But Feng Lin could see the burning passion that had appeared in Guang Mixiu's eyes just now.

Because Guang Mixiu knew very well that Feng Lin was fully capable of eliminating Guangban and making him the king of the Light Clan.

For him, this battle for the divine throne had produced far too many extraordinary individuals.

Take Feng Lin, for example. With him around, Guang Mixiu has no chance of obtaining a godhood, let alone now that the divine tree has regrown in the divine realm. There are even more powerful experts there, so his chances of obtaining a godhood are almost nonexistent.

But if he could become the patriarch of the Light Clan, then his life would not have been in vain.

"Guang Mishu! What's wrong with you?"

After the light spot caught up, it found that Guang Mixiu hadn't moved, so it asked.

Guang Mixiu pointed at Feng Lin's clone in front of him, "This dark figure just stopped me."

“That’s right, I stopped him. That Ji Guangling is my friend. Anyone who touches him will die.”

Feng Lin controlled the shadowy figure and spoke.

"How dare you! You ant who plays tricks on people."

Another saint pointed at Feng Lin's clone and shouted, "Today I want to see just how strong you are, a mere being from the lower realm."

Feng Lin controlled his clone, raised his hand, and a huge bow and arrow appeared above the shadow's head.

As the arrow slowly appeared, the shadowy figure became increasingly transparent.

call out!
The arrows flew towards the saint over there.

The sage on the other side snorted coldly, shattered space with a palm strike, and his body suddenly disappeared inside.

Just then, the arrow suddenly changed direction and pierced the space above Feng Lin's clone's head.

Click!

Space shattered, and the four-colored Qi suddenly spread out, engulfing everything around it, creating a large area of ​​shattered space.

The many saints around stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the saint whose body had been pierced with a large hole.

What happened just now?
He was clearly hidden in a dimensional space, so why could this arrow still hit him?

At this moment, the saint immediately ascended, but after his body was reassembled, he found that the hole in front of him was still there.

His expression finally changed, and he continued to inject Qi into his wounds.

It took several tens of seconds to fill the hole in the body.

His face turned deathly pale, and he immediately shattered the space around him and fled into the distance.

Feng Lin's clone raised his hand again, and arrows gathered above his head once more, continuously condensing with each arrowhead.

The clone's body was almost completely transparent.

Just then, the black clone that was about to become transparent suddenly transformed into Feng Lin's appearance.

The moment Feng Lin appeared, the arrow above his head was also instantly completed.

call out!
The arrow flew out instantly.

Another black clone appeared on Feng Lin's body. This clone directly shattered space and disappeared from here.

The surrounding sages, seeing this, were all bewildered by what had happened.

When Guangban saw Feng Lin in front of him, his expression changed drastically. "It's you?"

Feng Lin merely glanced at the light spots without saying a word; his eyes were fixed on the distance.

In less than a minute, the space here shattered again.

Feng Lin's clone appeared carrying a person whose chest had been pierced, and casually threw the corpse to the ground.

When these people saw it, they were all terrified, because the corpse was none other than the saint from before.

Guang Mixiu shook his head slightly. It was too terrifying. As a fellow saint, this person could only withstand two moves.

Just how strong is Feng Lin now?

"I said, whoever makes a move dies. Now, who's next?"

Feng Lin glanced indifferently at the numerous sages before him. (End of Chapter)