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Qingrong did not respond, nor did she even glance in the direction of any of those who spoke wildly.

But in the next instant, several flying feathers shot through the air, and the Saint with the loudest jeering smile suddenly fell, dead with eyes wide open.

"The Angel Clan is willing to submit to my Feather God Clan, isn’t that a wise choice?"

"Once submitted, you are one of us. To mock further, do you wish to oppose the Mieng Clan?"

Elder Mieng Ku’s aged voice echoed throughout the Temple, its indifference comparable to an iceberg.

The Saints and Holy Birds who had recently shown arrogance were suddenly panicked and knelt on the ground:

"We dare not! We beg for the Gods’ forgiveness! We know our mistake!"

The Mieng Divine Bird did not speak, while Mieng Ku coldly snorted and continued to command:

"This is the Heavenly Gods Banquet, intended for celebration."

"Since you are qualified to sit here and are willing to submit to the Gods’ will, your death penalty can be spared... get out."

"Clang!"

The guards stationed by the walls imdiately showed a fierce glint in their eyes.

They charged towards the slanderers, grabbing their arms or wings, and threw them directly out of the door.

"Thank...thank the Gods for your forgiveness!"

The guests, with bruised faces, hurriedly got up, knelt on the ground once more before the doors closed.

"Bang!"

The heavy Temple doors shut, and silence completely fell inside the Heavenly Palace.

Only the fragrance of wine lingered in the air, and the serene and tranquil scene made it hard to believe this was a fully seated banquet.

"Qingrong, you are a role model for the Angel Clan."

"If you can persuade those Angels who have escaped the Heavenly Realm to esteem the ng Family, our supre beings will certainly not kill them but will treat them with courtesy."

Mieng Feng—current head of the ng Family, descended to the ground, raised his head to look at Qingrong’s face, part solemn and part sincere.

Qingrong did not reply, weaving through the crowd.

After entering the inner circle, she passed by the Hai Xiong Clan, the Flying Chicken, Ma Po Sect, then over the Cloud Sea, Sprite Tomb, Giant Kun Valley, Wooden God Mountain, Sea of Chili Peppers... finally standing about five hundred ters from the Mieng Divine Bird.

"The fate of the Angel Clan is full of hardship."

"Although the ng Family is not the main reason for our decline, the Angelic lineage’s demise due to you is an indisputable fact."

Under the watchful eyes of all, Six-winged Holy Angel Qingrong, while uttering displeasing words, bent her knees, smashing them towards the ground.

"Thump!"

She actually knelt down, with both knees genuflecting, with no pretense!

Keep in mind, she was a Holy Angel, and even ordinary Angels never resorted to bowing in worship.

Now facing the Feather Divine Enthronent, considering her Angelic lineage, the Mieng Divine Bird could certainly not force her.

Yet, she still knelt. Was Qingrong truly so reverent to the new ruler of the Heavenly Realm?

"That’s not right, Little Qingrong is off by thirty degrees, not directly facing the great God..."

"She’s actually facing the void, the target of her veneration, could it be..."

Little GuaGua had not finished speaking when suddenly a thunderous roar that seed to collapse the entire palace rang out.

"Crack!!"

Qingrong’s Holy Angel body, without any warning, was covered in cracks.

Four more wings spread from her back, and in a flash, ten wings burst forth.

Golden waves of hair danced in the air, and the eyes of Qingrong, now shining with golden light, flew up into the sky.

Then, in her hands appeared a hamr so disproportionally large compared to her body.

Facing everyone’s astonished gaze, she lifted the hamr—smashing it straight towards her own heart.

"Boom!!!"

It was a strike powerful enough to create a world, a wild tornado throwing all the chairs in the hall into the air, leaving all representatives of the Divine Clan, Thirty-six Star Ladybug King, Seven-Swords Mantis, Jing Rui, Jing Gu, Beauty Pepper... with their hearts surging with shock.

Even the mightiest, most simple-minded Hercules was wide-eyed, too stunned to even straighten its tongue:

"Goodness gracious, a hidden Divine Angel?"

"Which ancestor is this, wielding such divine fluctuation, almost indistinguishable from that of a Heavenly God?"

"Om — Mani — Pad — Hum —"

Saint or Holy Beast, in an instant, all heard the awe-inspiring chant, as if a Buddha had manifested in the world.

That stern yet non-malicious life magnetism forced nearly ninety percent of the creatures to do everything they could to flatten themselves on the ground.

Only then, at the lowest distance, with dual pressures of body and spirit, was there a chance to slow down and resist.

"Whoosh!!!"

The eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth...

Eight more wings, sprouting like branches, blocked the majesty of theNine Heavens with imnse life force.

Qingrong’s Divine Angel body suddenly beca hazy like a mist.

Before him floated a blood-red Scripture, its pages turning wantonly in the wind, countless pages falling to the earth, and then ancient blood-red trees trapping the throne.

That mysterious orb symbolizing the Mieng Divine Bird, as if caged in a birdcage, unable to charge or escape.

"I am guilty, sorry to my descendants, sorry to my vassals."

"But I am not yet dead, and for slaughtering the last trace of my lineage, what should be the punishnt?"

"Rip!"

A white feather, suddenly stained with fresh blood, beca like a demonic blade, aid to strike the head of the Mieng Divine Bird.

"Slash!"

Another white feather, suddenly gleaming like gold, blocked in front of her, snapping three strangely angled feathers that suddenly ca flying, disintegrating them.

"Divine Codex Angel... frenzied form."

"Heavenly God’s Secret Technique... Haotian Wuji!"

A point of divine light, as fine as an embroidery needle, pierced straight through the sky.

Imdiately after, a mushroom cloud radiating for five hundred thousand miles—exploded thunderously.

Ye Hanjun bore the sting in his eyes, surveying the heavens, and to his surprise, in that instant, the sky seed to have thickness, while its width... infinitely extended!

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