Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann walked out from behind the ancient tree with a cold face. He was hesitating whether he should kill them or not, but now he did not care anymore. A frenzied man like this shouldn't have survived in this world!    

"What a reckless kid!" Zhung Xiaohui's pretty face turned cold, and her eyes were filled with endless killing intent. Suddenly, her body trembled, and she stared blankly at Yang Fann's left chest, "You are a disciple of the Seven Stars Sect?"    

Although the special robe of the Seven Stars Sect had different colors and styles, they all had one thing in common. That was, underneath the left shoulder of the robe, there were seven small stars made of precious silk, arranged in the shape of a Big Dipper. Of course, disciples had different identities, and the color of the stars was also different. Outer sect disciple, like Yang Fann, was silver-white.    

This was a common practice. The disciples of the other major Sect had their own marks as well, allowing the people of the world to clearly distinguish their identities. This was to prevent their fellow disciples from not knowing each other, or even creating a farce where their fellow disciples were crippled. Secondly, the most important thing about the big sects was their extravagance. How could a disciple walk in the martial world without making a name for himself!    

"You do have good eyesight!" Yang Fann smiled proudly. Towards these rogue cultivator in the martial arts worlds, these Sect disciples had a natural sense of superiority.    

Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed across Zhung Xiaohui's beautiful eyes. The disciples of the Sect were not to be trifled with. They had a strong foundation and were far from what these rogue cultivator in the martial arts worlds could compare with. Almost everyone had the ability to challenge those at a higher level. The most important thing was, with her cultivation at the eighth level of the mid stage. . . She could be considered as a expert within a few hundred miles of Hengyang City, but to a colossus like Seven Stars Sect. . . She couldn't even be considered an ant. Any disciple of the Inner Sect they sent out would be able to kill her!    

But soon, the fear in her eyes was replaced by boundless killing intent. The blood spirit grass was a matter of great importance. Once the news spread, there would be no place for her in the territory of the Tang Dynasty for 100,000 miles!    

No matter what, this brat had to die today!    

"I can't afford to offend a disciple of the Sect like you, and I don't want to offend you either. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for looking at things you shouldn't have, and listening to things you shouldn't have heard. " Zhung Xiaohui's voice was incomparably cold, as if she was an Asura from the Nether Blood Sea!    

"You are so confident that you can kill me?" Yang Fann looked at Zhung Xiaohui with a funny look. This Zhung Xiaohui's cultivation was not bad, and she was even a little stronger than him. However, her bloodline was too weak. It was only a Rank-9 High Grade bloodline. Moreover, the rogue cultivator in the martial arts world's foundation was very shallow. Any disciple from the Kaiyang Yimai would have the strength to fight her!    

"It's very easy to kill someone like you from the Silver Star Outer Sect!" Zhung Xiaohui walked towards Yang Fann with a ferocious smile on her face. The disdain in her eyes was obvious. She was afraid of Yang Fann, but she was afraid of the identity of a disciple of the Seven Stars Sect. It wasn't because she was afraid of his strength. The Outer Sect of the Seven Stars Sect was mostly at the intermediate Pulse Opening Stage, but this young man in front of her was still so young. The fact that he had a Sixth Empyrean cultivation base was already his limit. With her cultivation base, it was very easy for her to teach a lesson to a Sixth Empyrean Minor martial artist. "Kid, remember this! The person who killed you was Zhung Xiaohui!"    

"I want to see how you kill me!" Yang Fann sneered and did not retreat. Instead, he advanced.    

"Kid! You are courting death!"    

In the blink of an eye, Zhung Xiaohui slashed 18 times. Eighteen invisible blade forces whistled through the air, crushing towards Yang Fann!    

The air exploded, and the ground kept collapsing!    

"This is your strength? You are really too weak!" Yang Fann sneered, his face full of disappointment. Zhung Xiaohui's realm was still higher than Tang Feiyu's, but the strength of each of her blade attacks was only a hundred ding, and each of Tang Feiyu's Saber Qi's strength exceeded five hundred ding. Compared to the disciples of the Sect, these Sects were too weak.    

In an instant, he shattered the eighteen invisible blade attacks!    

"What? How is this possible? He's just a puny outer sect disciple, how could he have such strength?" Zhung Xiaohui widened her eyes. She was extremely shocked in her heart. The Eighteen Strikes of Whirlwind was her famous ultimate skill, and it was an ordinary Late martial artist from the level 8. If she wasn't careful, she would have killed her opponent. Although the disciples of the Sect were powerful, Their accumulation was far greater than these Sects, but it shouldn't be so exaggerated.    

"If I didn't have any other means, I would have killed you. " Yang Fann took a step forward, a mocking expression on his face!    

"Don't come over. . . " Zhung Xiaohui subconsciously took a step back and her voice was slightly trembling. She was no longer as arrogant as before.    

"Looks like you do not have any other means. Then you should obediently go to hell!!"    

"Don't kill me. " At this moment, Zhung Xiaohui was completely flustered. Yang Fann's roar was too shocking. Zhung Xiaohui could not muster up any will to resist. If he really attacked, she absolutely could not be his match!    

Yang Fann remained unmoved and continued forward. Every step he took seemed to step on Zhung Xiaohui's heart. The huge pressure made her unable to breathe!    

"Sir, I am willing to hand over the blood spirit grass. " When Yang Fann was three meters away from Zhung Xiaohui, Zhung Xiaohui could no longer withstand the huge pressure and took out the white jade box that stored the blood spirit grass.    

Looking at the white jade box that Zhung Xiaohui handed over, Yang Fann could not help but sigh again. Compared to these Sect disciples, these rogue cultivator in the martial arts worlds were really too weak. In the Seven Stars Sect, basically all of the top 200 disciples of the seven Peak-pulse had a small Universe Bag. No matter what, this Zhung Xiaohui was an expert of the level 8, but she didn't even have a small universe!    

Very quickly, a trace of emotion in his eyes turned into a blazing fire. The blood spirit grass was about to become his property!    

At this moment, Zhung Xiaohui suddenly got up and a mandarin duck knife went straight for Yang Fann's heart!    

At that moment!    

When the tip of the knife was three inches away from Yang Fann's heart, a large white hand grabbed Zhung Xiaohui's wrist. The sound of bones breaking and miserable wails sounded at the same time. The intense pain caused Zhung Xiaohui to be unable to hold the mandarin duck blade in her hand anymore.    

"Ambush? What a good technique!" Holding Zhung Xiaohui's wrist, Yang Fann's expression was cold. She was a poisonous woman. She could even mercilessly attack her benefactor who had raised her. How could Yang Fan not be wary of her?    

"Master, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance. As long as you don't kill me, I can do anything for you. " Zhung Xiaohui begged pitifully.    

However, what awaited her was Yang Fann's ruthless palm that directly shattered her skull. She didn't understand how Yang Fann could be so cruel even when she died. Wasn't a Hair-raising Boy like Yang Fann the one who couldn't resist the temptation the most?    

Yang Fann glanced at Zhung Xiaohui with disdain. She had underestimated him too much! If he really wanted a woman, given his current status in the Seven Stars Sect, as long as he spoke, many female disciples would be willing to spend the night with him. Zhung Xiaohui's actions would only make him feel disgusted!    

He bent down and took the white jade box containing the blood spirit grass from Zhung Xiaohui's hand. Immediately, a rich medicinal fragrance assailed his nostrils. "Not bad. It is indeed the blood spirit grass!" After putting the white jade box into the small Universe Bag, Yang Fann's figure moved. He then moved forward. He could clearly hear what Zhung Xiaohui and Fang Baiyun were saying. The Ma family would arrive very soon. It was better for him to leave this place as soon as possible!    

Before Yang Fann could walk far, a furious howl suddenly sounded behind him, "Leave the blood spirit grass behind!"