Invincible Bloodline

Of the four great clans of Gan Yang City, the Luo Clan and the Han Clan had been on good terms for generations. They were in-laws, and the Bai and Meng Clans were on the same path. They had formed an alliance to fight against the Luo and Han families. Although both sides had swept away the other side, dominating Gan Yang City, However, both sides had the same power, and the difference was like. . . No one had absolute confidence that they would be able to defeat the other side in one go. They could only suppress their ambitions and maintain a balance. Over the past few decades, although there had been constant friction between the four great clans, However, a true war had never happened!!    

However, after today, this balance would probably be broken. This birthday present was really too heavy, too heavy, so heavy that it caused one's heart to tremble. A hundred Marrow Cleansing Pills was enough to add a hundred quasi-Eighth Grade Bloodline geniuses to the Luo Family, or even a few true Eighth Grade Bloodlines.    

As for the ten Dragon Tiger Qi Pills, they could allow the Luo Family to produce a few intermediate Martial Master warriors in a short period of time. One should know that both Luo Ye and Luo An had been stuck at the Third Grade Great Perfection Stage for many years. It was only because of the depletion of their Qi and blood that they were unable to break through. Once their Qi and blood were replenished, they would be able to return to their peak condition, and they were very confident that they could break through the bottleneck in one go.    

In Gan Yang City, if a low grade Martial Master was considered a top expert. . . The intermediate Martial Master was the expert of the Clan Suppressing, and every single one of them had a pivotal position!    

High-grade High Grade treasure weapon - Cold Ice Glass The dragon sword was also a great killing weapon. Once it was completely refined, it was afraid that no one in Gan Yang City would be a match for the Luo Family's old ancestor.    

The Hurricane Divine Sword Art could not allow the Luo Family to increase their strength in a short period of time. It was not easy to comprehend the martial skill of Supreme Grade. Even those Seventh-rank Bloodline Peerless Evildoer wouldn't be able to cultivate a Supreme Grade martial skill to the Mastery in less than a year or even longer. A few years? A few decades later?    

And the final Blackberry Fruit even exceeded the imagination of the world. That was the legendary spirit fruit, as long as it was one. . . Ten Blackberry Fruits would be refined with a single Blackberry Fruit. It would be enough to increase the spiritual energy of a Fifth Grade Martial Master to the Bone Forging Seventh Layer in a short period of time. Even in the level 8, once a High Level Martial Master appeared in the Luo Family. . . He alone is enough to suppress both the Bai and Meng Clans!    

The most important thing was that this was such a great gift. Even many High Level Martial Master warriors might not be able to take it out. However, Luo Yun's family could easily give it away. One could imagine how terrifying it was. All these years, the relationship between Luo Yun's family and the Luo Family had been somewhat stiff. Blood was thicker than water, and familial love was not something that could be abandoned just like that. If kindness were to be severed, they would not have given such a huge gift!    

The banquet continued, but compared to before, the atmosphere had become much heavier. Many people were thinking about how to deal with the Luo Family that was about to soar into the sky. Gan Yang City was only so big, and with the rise of a major power, there would be a lot of bloodshed!    

Suddenly, the noisy hall became silent, and three people came in aggressively from outside the hall!    

The person in the lead was a muscular middle-aged man in his forties. He had a rough face and was born with a powerful aura. It was as if he could control everything at any moment. His steps were steady and heavy. Every step he took was like a heavy hammer pounding on the hearts of everyone present, making them feel as if they could not breathe.    

Behind this robust middle-aged man were two Young Man in his twenties and thirties. The man on the left looked to be in his early twenties. He wore a purple robe and had an oppressive air of nobility. Combined with his angular and handsome face, he was definitely the ideal prince charming in the hearts of countless girls. However, the flaw in his beauty was that his face was too pale. There was almost no color on his face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. How could the word 'Xu' be so powerful!?    

The last person was not very old. He was only 28 or 29 years old, but in his eyes. . . It contained the meaning of time being like water, time being like a song. . . It was very desolate and ancient, and his body looked gentle and refined. However, his temperament was extraordinary, and his face was angular. Occasionally, he would release a trace of aura that gave people the feeling that he was a god that had descended to the mortal world. It made people unable to help but deeply prostrate themselves on the ground and worship him!!    

"Eh! Why is he here. . . " When his line of sight came into contact with the scholarly young man, a trace of surprise flashed through Yang Fann's eyes. This youth could be considered a familiar face to him, Tang Shuwen. He was the third disciple of the Inner Sect of the Yuheng. He had the reputation of Shuxiang, and was ranked 17th on the Earth Board. Among the group of monster geniuses that Yang Fann had saved in Azure Dragon Peak, Tang Shuwen was one of them.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Old Master Luo had already laughed out loud and went forward to welcome him, "Brother Tang, You are late, you must drink three cups of wine as punishment!!!" Tang Long, the Castellan of Gan Yang City. Although the Tang Family was a foreign force, they were far from being as deeply rooted as the Luo, Han, Bai, and Meng Families. However, it could not be underestimated, especially after the rise of this Peerless Evildoer, Tang Shuwen. The Tang Family had the potential to fight against the four families!    

Vaguely, a trace of doubt emerged in Old Master Luo's heart. If one were to say that he was going to celebrate the birthday of this old man, half of the birthday banquet would have passed by now, and it would only be a matter of time before it came to an end. However, it didn't seem to be sincere enough. Moreover, judging from Tang Long's aggressive manner, it seemed like he was here to denounce the old man!    

"Old man, this wine is not urgent. Before this, please give me an explanation!" Tang Long's voice faintly revealed a trace of indescribable resentment.    

"It really is not friendly!" Old Master Luo's heart slightly froze, but his mouth faintly smiled as he said, "Little brother Tang, if my Luo Family has offended you in any way, please forgive us!"    

On this joyous day, Old Master Luo did not want to cause any unhappiness!    

"Old man, it's not that I don't want to give you face. It's just that your Jiaxuan girl has gone too far on this matter. If it wasn't for my son's timely return, My family's martial arts might have no descendants!!! " Tang Long's voice was filled with endless anger, like a volcano that was about to erupt. He only had two sons, and had always been regarded as the most important person in his heart. In the end, his youngest son was kicked to the point that his lower body exploded. If not for Tang Shuwen delivering the healing Holy Herb - Hundred Spirits Body Recovery Pill - in time, his youngest son's life would not have been saved!!    

"What?" When Old Master Luo heard this, he was immediately shocked. A trace of worry unknowingly climbed onto his face. Everyone in Gan Yang City knew that Tang Long was the one who protected his own people the most. Tang Shuwen and Tang Shuwu were his reverse scales.    

In the next moment. . .    

Old Master Luo's gaze turned and landed on a young girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a fiery red dress and looked like a passionate flame. She was 1. 6 meters tall and looked a little petite. However, when paired with her small oval face, she looked so cute and charming. She looked like an elf in the forest, making people's hearts palpitate!!    

Luo Jiaxuan - Luo Family Third Brother and Luo Jieming were famous for being chili in Gan Yang City!    

"Jiaxuan, what's going on?" Old Master Luo's voice was heavy. If this matter was not handled properly, Tang Long, this crazy man who protected his own people, would not let this matter go easily!    

"Grandfather, this matter is not my fault. It was that Tang Shuwu wanted to do something bad to Qian Ru, that's why I kicked him!! Grandfather, this matter is not my fault. It was that Tang Shuwu wanted to do something bad to Qian Ru, that's why I kicked him!!" Luo Jiaxuan said with a wronged expression.    

At this moment. . .    

A beautiful girl beside Luo Jiaxuan also stood up. She was wearing white clothes and looked to be eighteen years old. Her skin was as white as snow. Her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting, and her entire body emitted a weak aura. When people saw her, they couldn't help but feel pity for her.    

Han Qianru was the daughter of the Second Master of the Han family, Han Qinghu. She had a weak personality. She was completely on the opposite side of Luo Jiaxuan, the little chili. However, what was strange was that out of all the third-generation disciples in the Luo and Han Families, they had the best relationship. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were inseparable.    

"Grandpa Luo, don't blame Jiaxuan for this matter. If it wasn't for Jiaxuan arriving in time, Qianru's innocence would have been terrifying. . . . She would have already been destroyed by that villain's hands. . . . It was in his hands. . . "Han Qianru's voice became softer and softer until her entire head was almost buried. . .    

"Beast!!"    

Countless guests in the surroundings secretly spat. No one doubted Han Qianru's words. What kind of character did the Second Young Master of the Tang Family have? It was not as if everyone in the crowd did not know. It was that they were the tyrants of Ganyang City. They burned, killed, robbed, and committed all kinds of evil deeds. It might be a little exaggerated, but they had done a lot of things to bully men and women!!    

"Bang!"    

A burly man not far from Han Qianru knocked on the table violently. He suddenly stood up and glared at Tang Long. "Tang Long, this is how you teach your son? If you don't give me an explanation today. . . We, the Han family, will never divorce the Tang Family!"    

This person was none other than Han Qianru's father, the Second Master of the Han family, Han Qinghu. At this moment, he was so greedy that he even had the heart to eat people. Little Brute had actually dared to do such a thing to his precious daughter. Did he really think that Han Qinghu wouldn't kill people?!    

"This bastard really deserves to die! ！！”    

"Bastard, how dare you have designs on Qian Ru? Do you really think that there is no one else in Han family?"    

"Tang Long, you have to give us an explanation today!"    

. . .    

The disciples of the Han family in the vicinity were filled with emotions. They could not tolerate this. Otherwise, how could the Han family establish a foothold in Gan Yang City? They would not have the face to walk around the world in the future!!    

A hint of uneasiness flashed across Tang Long's eyes when he heard that. Speaking of which, His son was the one who did the wrong thing. If it were him. . . If someone dared to do something bad to his daughter, it would be a light punishment. However, when he thought about how his son had almost lost his son, in an instant. . . That trace of embarrassment was instantly destroyed by his raging anger. "He almost made my son lose his heir. . . Do you really think that our Tang Family is easy to bully? Today, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer. . . I'm not finished with you!!"    

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