Rebirth: City Sovereign

In front of Lang Ya, with the giggling sounds, the short haired lady's appearance became clearer and clearer.    

"Stop sneering, Gianni."    

"You know I have no interest in you."    

Just as Lang Ya had said, at this very moment, standing in front of him, was one of the few underlings of the Twelve Saints in the capital, the Fate Saint, Gianni.    

"Aiyo, so heartless. I'm so sad." Gianni covered her mouth with one hand and deliberately revealed an extremely uncomfortable expression.    

"Is that really okay?"    

"If I wasn't the one who made the last move, this Earth body, I'm afraid it would have already been chopped into minced meat by the Human King, right?"    

"Also, Yuan Fengzhi and your identities have already been found out. Right now, the entire China is searching on a carpet."    

"With your current strength, it won't be difficult for you to avoid the radar search of the China. However, I have been operating the Magic Formation that confused Xu Mingrui."    

Even though Fate Saint seemed like she wanted to be on good terms with him, Lang Ya did not seem to appreciate her kindness.    

"Hmph, you never do things without any rewards."    

"What do you want this time?"    

"Look at what you're saying, as a fellow Twelve Saints, it is only natural for me to help you."    

Gianni first laughed, but then her expression became serious.    

"Creteo is dead."    

"" Perhaps Gianni's words had slightly exceeded her expectations, but Lang Ya's entire being was slightly stunned.    

Then, his Adam's apple moved, and he asked another question.    

"What's going on?"    

"What else could it be? This is the doing of the Human King." Gianni shrugged her shoulders and replied helplessly.    

"Not only that, Sain, Ila, Ya Fu were also killed.    

"Right now, the only ones who are still by Han Yi's side are me, Abel, and Hsing Hua."    

"Hmph. All of you are truly a bunch of trash." Hearing the news of his comrade's death, Lang Ya didn't show any sympathy on his face.    

"If I was still at Heavenly Saint's side, how would the Human King dare to be so presumptuous inside the God Realm?"    

"In the end, it was all because you guys were too weak that you ended up like this."    

"Yes yes yes, anything you say is right." Facing this kind of Devil Saint Lang Ya, it seemed as if Fate Saint was already used to it, she only sighed, and did not put Lang Ya's sarcasm in her eyes at all.    

"Now, this great Master Lang Ya, why are you staying on this earth with a look of death on your face?"    

"Even if it's Earth, as long as we keep sending Sound Transmission of Spiritual Strength s to Han Yi, he will at least be able to sense your existence. He will discover that you are still alive, and come to Earth to revive you."    

"The current situation is all my fault. I will bear the burden myself, how can I trouble Heavenly Saint?"    

"Aiyo, why do you sound so nice. Actually, it's just because I'm afraid that Han Yi will abandon you when he sees how miserable you are right now."    

Just as Gianni finished speaking, she raised his hand and waved it, releasing a longsword condensed from dark purple spirit energy, and directly aimed at Gianni's neck.    

"Enough! Gianni, what are you doing?! "    

"If you just want to tell me the news of the deaths of those trash, you can scram now!"    

"When I reconstruct my own body, not only will I be able to deal with the Human King, the Celestial sovereign, and all of you who have tarnished the name of the Twelve Saints, I will clean it all up for them!"    

"That's really scary." Being supported by Lang Ya's spiritual energy blade, Gianni did not reveal any expression of fear, but only a faint smile.    

As she spoke, she extended a finger and placed it on the edge of the blade.    

"Bam!"    

In an instant, the blade pieces shattered into pieces, turning into a cloud of spirit energy and dissipated. On the other hand, Gianni slowly moved her steps to stand next to Lang Ya's ear and whispered.    

"Our ancestors' true God Clan once again descended upon this universe."    

Gianni's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Lang Ya's heart and unable to be calmed for a long time.    

Although the Twelve Saints was able to enjoy life in the God Realm, they actually knew in their hearts that right now, they had only inherited a portion of the defective God Clan's descendants.    

Only the strength of the Heavenly Saint could be ranked barely within the God Clan. As for the other Twelve Saints, in front of the true pure blooded God Clan, they were all trash.    

"Ya Fu and I discovered a God Clan Relic within the God Realm.    

"Based on my estimations, that is the Magic Formation that has resurrected our ancestor, the God Clan."    

"Why do we need to revive those bastards?" The Devil Saint recovered from his shock and asked unhappily.    

"We were originally kicked out of the God Clan because we had impure bloodlines. Since they didn't accept us, then, why should we help them?"    

"Because it's fun." Gianni did not hide her feelings at all, and giggled.    

"When we were kicked out, we were only infants. We simply did not know the actual situation with regards to God Clan."    

"Lang Ya, don't you want to see how the strongest race that governed the entire universe tens of thousands of years ago looked like?"    

"Maybe it will make you stronger?"    

"Don't lie to me like that." Lang Ya's face was as cold as an iceberg floating on the sea.    

"I am not interested in the revival of God Clan at all."    

"Even if I can help you reconstruct a body that's exactly the same as it was three hundred years ago, are you still not interested?"    

Gianni's words instantly shook Lang Ya.    

He was very clear that even if Ye Qingying's soul and the bodies of ten thousand of divine force cultivators were to be used, although the reconstituted bodies would still be very strong, compared to three hundred years ago, there would still be a difference.    

Thinking about his original body, Lang Ya's heart wavered, and he asked.    

"You can do this?"    

"As for me, of course I can't do it alone. But if I rely on Ancient God Clan's Magic Formation, reviving your decayed body is also extremely possible."    

"Hmph, speaking of God Clan, why should I believe your words?"    

"Then, have you ever thought about how I broke the restrictions imposed on our Twelve Saints by God Clan and came to Earth?"    

Hearing Gianni's words, Lang Ya could not help but be taken aback.    

Three hundred years ago, he was killed by Ye Kai and his body and soul were separated. After three hundred years, his soul finally fell onto Earth and possessed Yuan Fengzhi's body.    

However, Gianni was still a living Twelve Saints. It should be known that when all the living Twelve Saints were born, they had all been imprinted with spells and they were absolutely unable to leave the God Realm. This point, even the Heavenly Saint Han Yi was unable to defy it.    

It was also because of this that the Twelve Saints created the Spiritual Beast of Dimension, the Scarlet Dragon. They wanted to go through dimensional jumping, and escape the shackles of the God Realm. Of course, this plan ended with Ye Kai intervening in the end.    

But now, the Gianni in front of him, was standing on the ground of Earth.    

"Is this a technique of the God Clan?"    

"Heh heh, of course, God Clan spells can only be broken by God Clan itself."    

"Unfortunately, that God Clan Relic just so happens to be engraved with the method of removing the seal we cannot escape from."    

"Heavenly Saint, you still don't know about this." Lang Ya suddenly asked.    

"Well, he really doesn't know that I'm here."    

"I'll tell him when the time is right."    

"Hmph, you'd better not play any tricks." Lang Ya snorted, but his expression was clearly not as resolute as before.    

"If it can truly revive my physical body, I can help you."    

"Then, when I need you, I will inform you." Gianni giggled, nodded, and prepared to leave.    

suddenly asked after seeing Gianni leave.    

"One more thing."    

"What?"    

"Human King, where did you put him? I remember that he followed behind me and entered the Teleportation Array that you set up. "    

"Oh, him?" Hearing Lang Ya's question, Gianni giggled and replied.    

"If we use a metaphor, the current him …"    

"It should be considered to be within the eighteenth level of hell."