After that, everyone started discussing it.
"Even the second-level immortal beauty, Kui Qing Immortal Woman, was no match for her in a single round."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, resounding in everyone's ears.
People looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"It seems that this boy will definitely become our greatest enemy in the future."
Some people spoke in a low voice, their voices filled with worry and unease.
Qing Man'er stood to the side, her face gloomy, her former confidence completely gone.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then said to Yuan Zhexian, "Yuan Shenzi, your strength is indeed terrifying. Man'er admits defeat and concedes defeat."
Upon hearing Qing Man'er's words, Yuan Zhexian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He didn't speak, but simply lowered his fingers gently.
Then, in a flash, he returned to the open space like a ghost.
Then Yuan Zhexian looked around with a cold gaze, seemingly searching for his next challenger.
"Is there anyone else who disagrees...?"
Yuan Zhexian's voice echoed in the banquet hall, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from outside the banquet hall, as loud as a bell: "Me!"
Everyone's gaze followed the sound, and they saw several enormous nine-clawed golden dragons appear in the sky above the Yuan Realm.
These golden dragons are enormous, their scales shimmering with dazzling light. They soar and dance in the air, their imposing presence awe-inspiring.
The leading nine-clawed golden dragon was an astonishingly large creature spanning tens of millions of miles.
Its body is as majestic as a mountain, exuding unparalleled power.
The moment these people appeared, the entire banquet hall seemed to freeze in time.
People stared wide-eyed at this shocking scene, their hearts filled with awe and fear.
They knew that the newcomers were none other than the supreme power, the Ancestral Dragon Clan.
The nine-clawed golden dragon at the head was none other than Ao Yu, the ancestor of the Ancestral Dragon Clan.
His cultivation had even reached the terrifying ninth level of the Immortal King realm.
Behind him followed the younger generation of powerful members of the Ancestral Dragon Clan, each one of them displaying heroic bearing and extraordinary aura.
The leader of the younger generation is named Ao Zhen. His ancestral dragon bloodline has returned to its ancestral state by as much as 80%, which is an extremely astonishing percentage!
Such a bloodline talent allows him to rival even those prodigies with first-class immortal appearances.
It is no exaggeration to say that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, a figure like Ao Zhen would at least become a powerful Immortal King in the future of the Ancestral Dragon Clan, and might even go further to become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
The person whose voice just resounded throughout the entire venue was none other than Ao Zhen himself.
Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying aura of wind and an aura of lightning containing destructive power swept across the entire Yuan Realm like a torrent.
These two powerful auras raged like a storm, giving people an irresistible sense of pressure.
Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared within the Yuan Realm like ghosts. These figures were all surrounded by a terrifying aura of origin.
They were the strongest individuals from the Primordial Wind Clan and Primordial Thunder Clan, two of the eight innate clans.
The leaders of the original Wind Clan and Thunder Clan were actually terrifying beings at the ninth level of Immortal King!
Behind them were some young powerhouses from their own clan, each possessing remarkable strength and talent.
However, that's not all.
Just as everyone was marveling at the appearance of the powerful members of the Origin Wind Clan and Thunder Clan.
Another terrifying aura spread in from outside the Yuan Realm like a surging wave.
This aura is no less powerful than the previous auras of wind and thunder.
As this aura arrived, a group of people instantly appeared in the sky above the primordial realm.
These are the powerful figures from the Immortal Martial Pavilion, the supreme force of the Immortal Clan in the Immortal Realm!
The leader was the Grand Elder of the Immortal Martial Pavilion, a terrifying being whose strength had reached the ninth level of the Immortal King Realm.
As he appeared, the Immortal King realm experts from the Ancestral Dragon Clan, the Origin Wind Clan, and the Thunder Clan all nodded to him, and then turned their gazes to the Yuan Clan members below.
Everyone in the banquet hall felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing these powerful figures arrive.
They all knew that with such a lineup, the Yuan Clan would probably have a hard time resisting them today.
After all, a supreme power plus three unparalleled powers make for a truly formidable force in the Immortal Realm.
In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Ao Yu suddenly nodded slightly to Ao Zhen.
Ao Zhen understood immediately and stepped forward.
His gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Yuan Zhexian, revealing an undisguised arrogance and disdain.
"snort!"
Ao Zhen snorted coldly, a contemptuous smile appearing on his lips. "A mere ninth-level True Immortal dares to presume to call himself a divine son? How utterly laughable!"
His voice echoed in the banquet hall, carrying a hint of mockery, causing many people present to turn their heads in surprise.
However, Yuan Zhexian remained unusually calm in the face of Ao Zhen's provocation.
Seeing this, Ao Zhen's anger intensified, and he continued to shout, "I, Ao Zhen, possess eighty percent of the blood of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor."
"He possesses a first-class immortal appearance comparable to a supreme master, and his cultivation has even reached the third level of the Golden Immortal Realm!"
"I still call myself the Supreme Being, where do you, an ant, get your courage?"
Having said that, Ao Zhen suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a powerful aura swept towards Yuan Zhexian like a tidal wave.
Yuan Zhexian looked expressionlessly at the arrogant Ao Zhen, a cold smile playing on his lips, and then said in an icy voice:
"Are you done talking? If you are, then stand there quietly and wait."
Hearing Yuan Zhexian's disdainful attitude towards him, Ao Zhen's face flushed red with anger. His eyes widened, and he pointed at Yuan Zhexian, roaring furiously, "You..."
Yuan Zhexian didn't take Ao Zhen seriously at all; he didn't even glance at Ao Zhen.
Instead, they turned their attention to the younger generation, led by the Origin Wind Clan, the Thunder Clan, and the Immortal Martial Pavilion.
He then said, "Are you all the same, here to cause trouble?"
Then the young man from the Origin Wind Clan stepped forward and said to Yuan Zhexian with a proud look on his face, "We are the descendants of the Origin Wind Clan and the Thunder Clan, which are among the supreme powers."
Then, he raised his voice and continued, "Throughout history, apart from the strongest geniuses and prodigies in those supreme powers..."
"No force or individual dares to call themselves the Son of God!"
"Your Yuan clan is nothing more than a fallen imperial clan."
"And you are nothing more than a tiny ant in the True Immortal Realm."
"How dare he be so arrogant and call himself the Son of God! He truly doesn't know his own limitations!"
Finally, he glared fiercely at Yuan Zhexian and said through gritted teeth, "Today, we'll show you that you can't just do whatever you want in the Immortal Realm!"
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