I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.

Qingyin's face darkened completely.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that finger strike, it still contained seventy percent of his power. An ordinary cultivator at the first level of the Creation Realm would not even have time to react before their soul was pierced, let alone catch it. But Qin Yiyao not only caught it, but did so in such an almost humiliating way!

Two fingers, a simple gesture.

Qingyin never imagined that Qin Yiyao would catch him off guard with his most confident move in such a way.

Is this guy really only at the first level of the Creation Realm?

That’s not right!

"It seems you've had too much to drink today; you're behaving poorly."

Qin Yiyao remained standing in the same spot, her moon-white dress spotless. She looked up at Qingyin, her gaze as calm as if she were looking at something insignificant: "If Your Highness has only this much ability, then let's end it here today."

The words, spoken casually, were more cutting than any sarcasm.

Qingyin's face darkened completely.

He originally only wanted to give her a minor punishment, but now, Qin Yiyao's strange methods and condescending attitude have completely enraged him!

He was the twelfth son of the Azure Ancient God Lord, possessing extraordinary talent and having been highly regarded since childhood. How could he have ever been so looked down upon?!

"Very well, I underestimated you."

Qingyin slowly straightened up, and divine light rose around him like flames, dyeing the entire Qinghuang Palace with a light gold. A blurry divine figure faintly appeared behind him, which was an unusual phenomenon that would inevitably appear after the bloodline of the divine descendants had grown to a certain level!

Although it was only in its nascent form, the moment the divine figure appeared, the sons of the powerful and wealthy at the banquet all changed color and retreated.

This is pure oppression, the natural dominance of the gods over all living beings!

Even though the divine power that can be derived from the divine blood of the descendants of the Heavenly Mandate God is not even one-hundredth of the divine power of the original god, it is still the power of the god after all.

Qingyin slowly raised his hand, and the azure divine shadow behind him raised its palm in response. A powerful divine might enveloped the entire top floor, and even the stable array around it began to fluctuate violently.

"town!"

Qingyin uttered a single word.

The azure divine figure's palm slammed down, not as a physical attack, but as a suppressive force originating from the very source of her bloodline, meant to crush Qin Yiyao's soul and force her to kneel on the ground!

This is also a common tactic used by the descendants of the Heavenly Mandate.

It does not harm the physical body, but only suppresses the spirit, forcing the enemy to kneel in full view of everyone, damaging their soul and affecting their Dao heart.

Since we have this power, we should use it; otherwise, what's the difference between having it and not having it at all?

The air around Qin Yiyao seemed to solidify into the hardest block, and even the space itself trembled under the strain.

Just when everyone thought she would be forced to kneel, Qin Yiyao raised her head and looked at the azure divine figure.

She remained standing.

She didn't even move the hem of her clothes.

"what happened?"

Contrary to what others might think, Qin Yiyao did not feel any pressure from the gods. Doubts, like pebbles thrown into a still lake, rippled through her heart.

She was familiar with Qingyin's tactics.

During the time of the Immortal Dao civilization, Qin Yiyao had witnessed a similar bloodline phenomenon displayed by the descendants of the Heavenly Mandate God.

It is a power that is truly enviable.

This kind of pressure, derived from divine blood, is an irresistible shackle for the vast majority of beings in the myriad realms!

Those with slightly weaker cultivation levels would immediately tremble in their hearts and souls and lose control of their bodies; even those of similar cultivation levels would have to expend energy to resist and would inevitably be constrained. This is one of the important sources of confidence for the descendants of the gods to act recklessly. If they cannot unleash this power, they cannot be called descendants of the gods.

Although the two paths of power are vastly different, the essential feeling of being "watched and suppressed by a higher being" is similar.

But Qin Yiyao's feelings at this moment were completely different.

The pale golden divine might that enveloped her, the power that should have crushed her soul like the collapse of the heavens, felt to her like a gentle breeze, not even stirring her clothes. When it landed on her, it only gave her an extremely subtle "touch," telling her that some kind of power was indeed trying to influence her...

But this power was too light, almost nonexistent.

There was no heaviness, no palpitations, and no soul-shattering fear. The spiritual energy within her body circulated normally, and her mind and soul remained as stable as ever. The oppressive force that should have suppressed everything seemed to be non-existent to her.

She frowned slightly, sensing the eerie emptiness.

Why is it ineffective?

The thought flashed through Qin Yiyao's mind, but now was not the time to ponder it deeply.

"impossible!"

Qingyin's expression shifted from deep anger to astonishment, and then to disbelief and shock.

The divine figure behind him shone brightly, trying to push the suppressing power to its limit. Veins even popped out on his forehead as a result. But he could clearly see that Qin Yiyao was still standing there, upright and with clear eyes. She didn't kneel down or even bend her waist in the slightest!

She even tilted her head slightly, the doubt in her eyes transforming into a calm scrutiny that chilled Qingyin to the bone.

The others at the table were dumbfounded. Although they did not directly experience the pressure, they could feel the divine power that made their blood vessels feel heavy. But the disciple of the Grand Preceptor seemed to feel nothing at all.

"Your Highness, it seems your 'divine power' is of no use to me."

Qin Yiyao spoke, her voice ringing out clearly in the frozen air.

She even took a small, gentle step forward.

This small step, however, was full of endless mockery and provocation in Qingyin's eyes. The divine power of his bloodline, which he was so proud of and regarded as a symbol of his status and power, was so easily ignored by the other party!

Shame and anger almost overwhelmed my reason.

But Qingyin calmed down.

It's wrong that the divine power of the descendants of the Heavenly Mandate is no longer effective.

Unless another descendant of the divine will counters with overwhelming force, this situation is absolutely impossible.

Then comes the problem.

What kind of divine descendant is Qin Yiyao?

She is definitely not a descendant of the immortal civilization. The Eternal Immortal Court treats all the divine descendants under their command as treasures, and they are never allowed to leave the Eternal Heaven unless ordered to do so. This is no secret.

Furthermore, the descendants of the divine destiny represent the most promising talents of a civilization. No one would allow their own descendants to go to other places to cultivate other paths, as this would be considered a great disrespectful crime of "tainting" the bloodline of the gods!

So what is her background?

"Your Highness, would you like to continue?"

Qin Yiyao brushed a strand of hair behind her ear: "If it ends here, I don't care."

stop?

Qing Yinguang thought that he had taken the initiative, but after two moves he had not gained any advantage and had to stop, which meant he had already lost.

Where is his dignity?

The more I think about it, the more upset I get!

"Hmm, it seems you want to continue."

Seeing Qing Yin's stern and unyielding expression, Qin Yiyao knew he was still unconvinced. Since that was the case, she decided to make her move as well.

"enough."

Just then, a gentle yet immense pressure descended, instantly calming all the restless energy ripples within the top floor, and even stabilizing the flickering array.

The pressure wasn't sharp, but it carried an undeniable authority that made everyone's hearts tremble.

A figure appeared silently in the arena.

See someone coming.

Qin Yiyao's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

He is the Grand Master of the Ancient Divine Kingdom!