The Only Male Emperor in a Female-dominated World

Following Jiu Hua's eye hint, the sixteenth princess Jiu Zhiming jumped onto the arena.

"I heard that Sister Eighteen has made great progress in her cultivation recently, and I really want to ask for your advice."

Jiu Zhiming has reached the seventh level of the Spirit Realm, which makes him the lowest among the crowd.

On the other hand, Jiu Mingming has just broken through to the first level of the Spirit Realm, which shows how poor his talent is.

"Okay, please give me some advice, Sister Sixteen."

Unexpectedly, Jiu Mingming did not refuse.

Seeing this, Jiu Zhiming felt a little angry. In the past, this loser would take a detour when he saw him. Did he really think that he would be able to turn from a crow into a phoenix after becoming the Son of God?

If the Holy Son was Jiu Shuyao, she would definitely be convinced.

A useless guy who has been wandering outside for many years without any improvement and has made no contribution to the clan, why?

"Sister, be careful."

Jiu Zhiming rushed forward, his hands stained with a layer of golden light.

"It's actually Mojinshou." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

The Mojin Hand is a mid-level earth-level martial arts technique that is stored in the Qingluan clan's martial arts pavilion. It can only be practiced when one reaches the soul realm.

Unlike other martial arts, the Gold Hand technique requires swallowing a large amount of rare metals, and then crushing the hands and soaking them in special gold juice.

Because the practice process is extremely painful, very few people can master this technique.

Jiu Mingming did not dare to underestimate him and dodged to the right, avoiding the attack.

"Still want to run? Suck my palm!"

A suction force came out from Jiu Zhiming's hands.

Seeing this, Chen Lingjun subconsciously glanced at Jiu Qianrou.

You are using such a powerful skill against me like this, right?

"Green Feather Thorn!"

Seeing that he couldn't retreat, Jiu Mingming had to fight back.

Jiu Zhiming showed disdain and blocked the flying thorn with his Mojin Hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiu Mingming punched the opponent in the lower abdomen.

"Will you tickle me again?"

Jiu Zhiming slapped Jiu Mingming with his backhand, and then dodged to the place where he landed and punched him again.

Then, Jiumingming was hit like a sandbag and flew back and forth in the air.

"You forced me."

Jiu Mingming stopped and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The next second, she opened her hands like a white crane.

"Divine Crane Piercing the Heart Style!"

Then, Jiu Mingming turned into a white light, with a crane-like shape, and rushed towards Jiu Zhiming.

Danger!

Jiu Zhiming's hair stood on end, wondering how the useless guy who was unable to defend himself just now could use such a deadly move.

"Mojin Litian."

Jiu Mingming generated a golden shield outside his body, hoping to block the opponent's attack.

sizzle...

A teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the golden shield lasted only a few seconds before it shattered.

However, Jiu Mingming continued to attack the opponent with undiminished power.

"not good."

Jiumingming thought something was wrong.

Because the distance was too close, she couldn't stop now.

"My life is over." Jiu Zhiming cried sadly.

At the critical moment, an irresistible force stopped Jiu Mingming in time.

"Okay, let's end the competition here." Jiu Qianrou said.

Jiu Zhiming reacted and quickly conceded defeat, "Sister Eighteen is indeed very powerful. I lost this duel."

Jiu Mingming was still frightened. If he had accidentally killed the other person, it would have been a very bad thing.

Even the newly ascended throne of the Son of God would be lost.

At the same time, her understanding of her mother Jiu Qianrou's terrifying strength was refreshed again.

"Sister, admit it."

The people in the audience were still confused. What happened?

Jiu Mingming was being used as a punching bag just now, how come he suddenly won.

"Interesting, this move obviously does not belong to the clan's martial arts." Jiu Shuyao had already seen through everything.

"It seems that my eighteenth sister is still quite capable."

After this battle, the status of Holy Son Jiumingming was gradually accepted by most of the tribesmen.

Yue surpassed six small realms to defeat Jiu Zhiming. Such talent is extremely rare in the entire Tianqiong Mountains.

"Ming'er, come here."

Jiu Qianrou was very satisfied with Jiu Mingming's performance.

"Mother."

"I haven't seen you for many years. You have really made great progress and lived up to my expectations."

Then, Jiu Qianrou took out a red bead, and the attention of everyone present was attracted by the bead.

"This sky red pearl helped me a lot when I was young. But now it is rarely used. Today, I will give it to you."

Jiu Mingming obviously knew the origin of the Tianchi Pearl and was very excited.

"Thank you, Queen Mother."

"Go."

Next, people kept jumping onto the arena, calling for people to compete by name, and it seemed that they had been harboring grudges for a long time.

The bloodless battle made Chen Lingjun feel extremely bored, so he had to close his eyes and rest.

"Jun'er, didn't you sleep well last night?" Jiu Qianrou asked softly.

Chen Ling glanced at her and said, "You ask even though you already know the answer."

Last night, Jiu Qianrou ate something that made her fight so strong that she could last so long.

"Who told you to dress so beautifully to seduce me?"

In full view of the crowd, Jiu Qianrou's outrageous remarks left Chen Lingjun dumbfounded.

Jiu Shuyao and the others looked away, pretending not to hear.

"Hahaha, Chief Jiu, how can such an important ceremony be without me, Yan Wangmu?"

At this time, a beautiful woman in a white dress came uninvited with a few people.

Jiu Qianrou looked at the visitor calmly, "This is a ceremony of my Qingluan tribe. What do you want to do here from the Tianpeng tribe?"

"We have known each other for many years. Your Qingluan clan's affairs are my affairs."

This sentence is a naked provocation.

The rest of the Qingluan tribe members looked at the Tianpeng tribe members angrily.

Yan Wangmu walked straight to the ascension platform as if he had returned home and sat next to Chen Lingjun.

"Tsk, Sister Qianrou is so lucky to have found such a handsome husband. I wonder if your body can handle it."

The main reason she came here today was to find out the severity of Jiu Qianrou's injuries.

Suddenly establishing the Holy Son, could it be that Jiu Qianrou can no longer hold on?

"Don't worry about that." Jiu Qianrou picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Chief Funan, you are so beautiful, why are you here? Are you being coerced? Just tell me, I, Yan Wangmu, will make the decision for you."

Yan Wangmu patted his shriveled chest, trying to provoke Jiu Qianrou to take action.

On the field, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Lingjun.

"The clan leader is very good to me, there is no coercion." Chen Lingjun said.

Hearing this, Yan Wangmu laughed out loud, "What's so good about this barren place? Why don't you become my husband?"

Chen Lingjun glanced at Yan Wangmu and shook his head, "No, you're too ugly."

Although Yan Wangmu had a pretty face, Zi Nai was too young and he didn't like her.

"Pfft!"

Jiu Shuyao, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Lingjun said the most hurtful words with an innocent expression.

"Hahaha, I was laughing so hard."

"The clan leader's husband has really high aesthetic standards, haha."

"I have to admit, the Tianpeng people do seem to be quite ugly."

.........

The other members of the Qingluan tribe didn't care about this and immediately burst into laughter.

Jiu Qianrou also smiled, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Yan Wangmu's face was gloomy. "The clan leader's husband is really ill and talking nonsense. Just go back to the Tianpeng clan and I will treat you well."

After saying that, she stretched out her hands and grabbed Chen Lingjun.

Bang!

The next second, Yan Wangmu flew backwards.

Jiu Qianrou retracted her right hand, "Chief Yan, what do you want to do? You actually attacked my husband. Today, none of you can go back."

"Have you recovered your strength?" Yan Wangmu was extremely surprised.

Jiu Qianrou did not answer and flew high into the sky.

Seeing this, Yan Wangmu was not afraid and flew up as well.

Soon, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds.

In the air, the violent sound waves made everyone's heart tremble. The powerful force caused the space to split into dark cracks that could not be healed for a long time.

"Is this the battle between the strongest?" Chen Lingjun's eyes were burning.

One day, he will reach their level, or even surpass them.

By then, there will be no place in the world that you cannot go.