Invincible Bloodline

Blood spurted out from the eyes of Supreme Sect Head and Dugu Yi from the Iron Sword Sect. He looked like an enraged beast that wanted to eat someone. The sword intent in his body roared like the ocean, crushing all the Voids in all directions. The sound was heartbreaking, as if he had just lost his life!    

Young master Heavenly Sword - Xia Yu was different from the Death Swordsman, Ji Wuming. He was his favorite disciple. He had always been regarded as his successor, waiting for his cultivation base to step into the Senior Martial Master Stage. He would abdicate and give up his position. Never had he thought that. . . He had died in Yang Fann's hands just like that. This hatred. . . He would never live under the same sky, even if he used up all the water in the world. Little Brute had to die!    

"Impudent!" Xu Baichuan's face instantly turned cold. The good mood of A Monster That Defies The Heavens, who had just found Yang Fann, was completely destroyed. In front of him, the host, he was shouting and yelling that he wanted to avenge his disciples. This was totally not putting Xu Baichuan in his eyes. This was a direct slap to his face. "Is this the place where you can act so arrogantly? On the arena, life and death are determined by fate. If you lose, you die. You can only blame yourself for not having good skills. After that, no matter who it is. . . No one was allowed to hold a grudge against him. This was the rule of the The Battle Of The Proclamation Of Azure Sky. Don't tell me you want to go against the prohibition of the Holy Ji Sect? "    

In the next moment. . .    

An extremely terrifying pressure burst out from Xu Baichuan's body, crushing toward Dugu Yi's side, causing him to shiver and regain his senses. A trace of deep fear flashed through his sword eyes. The dignity of the Holy Ji Sect was not something he, and the Iron Sword Sect behind him could challenge.    

"Envoy, you have misunderstood me. I will never dare to violate the prohibition. I will never dare to violate the prohibition. . . . "    

"Hmph! Remember, this is not a place for you to throw a tantrum. If there is a next time, don't blame me for being merciless!" Xu Baichuan coldly swept Dugu Yifang with his eyes. With a cold snort, his voice became incomparably solemn. As long as Dugu Yifang dared to make another noise, he would definitely use his thunderous methods to ruthlessly suppress him here!    

"Yes! Yes! Yes, sir!"    

Dugu Yifang hurriedly responded. A Suppress Martial Lord was not someone he could afford to offend. Even if he used all of his trump cards and the foundation of the Iron Sword Sect. . . Furthermore, there was still the Holy Ji Academy behind Xu Baichuan. Also, if the Holy Ji Sect really infuriated Xu Baichuan. . . In the end, not only would he not be able to escape the ruthless suppression, even the Iron Sword Sect would be removed from this world because of this!    

However, his eyes were filled with Enmitys as he looked at Yang Fann who was plundering his treasures. With Xu Baichuan, the Silver Robed Deacon of the Holy Ji Academy, here, he couldn't do anything to Yang Fann, but he would never let this matter rest. How dare he kill Xia Yu, Disciple? There was no place for Little Brute in this world anymore.    

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Really. . . Really. . . Yang Fann really. . . Really killed Xia Yu with a single punch. Good! Good! Good!" At this moment, Han Qianye finally accepted the fact that Yang Fann killed Xia Yu with a single punch.    

The next moment. . .    

Han Qianye's eyes rolled, and his gaze fell upon Xia Yu. Dugu Yi said provocatively, "Brother Dugu, our sect has just said that Yang Fann has always been honest in his words. He said that he would never use a second punch to defeat his opponent. You all should believe it now! "    

"Damn it!"    

Han Qianye's words were like a wound wreaking havoc. Dugu Yifang was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly. Green veins were popping out on his forehead. He wished he could strangle Han Qianye to pieces. Unfortunately, there was this Suppress Martial Lord, Xu Baichuan. No matter how aggrieved he felt, he could only endure it.    

"I almost forgot. Brother Dugu, this bet can be considered as my victory. Then, can you give the True Spiritual Treasure Armour to me? Also, Brother Guo, it would be impolite for us to decline your True Returning Pill. . . "    

"Damn it! It's all that Little Brute's fault. If he dies, I will make sure he dies!" Dugu Yifang gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with endless killing intent. The death of his treasure, the loss of his Earth Organ and precious armor, had all been pinned on Yang Fann's head. If it wasn't for Little Brute, his treasure, Disciple, wouldn't have died. How could his True Spiritual Treasure Armor have become someone else's property?    

Blood could only be repaid with fresh blood!    

. . .    

On the arena.    

Yang Fann had just taken the Universe Bag that Xia Yu carried with him into his arms. It was similar to the Seven Stars Sect's Life and Death Arena Match. Once they lost, they would die. All the losers would belong to the winner. As one of the 13 Seeded Evildoer, Xia Yu's strength was comparable to Top Martial Marquis. How could Yang Fann miss out on his collection? Not only Xia Yu, but also the Universe Bag of the Death Swordsman and Ji Wuming. He would never let go of them.    

"En?" Yang Fann squinted his eyes. He could feel an extremely terrifying killing intent bursting out from the Eastern Altar and enveloping his body.    

"It seems like killing this Xia Yu has completely infuriated this old bastard from Dugu Yi's side. . . " There was no need to look at the Eastern Altar. Yang Fann already knew who had such a strong killing intent. He wanted nothing more than to shred him into pieces. Who else could it be other than that sinister old bastard Dugu!?    

However, Yang Fann only sneered at this. He didn't take this matter to heart at all. It was just a mere Third Empyrean martial ancestor. He was nothing in front of the current him. In just a few days, he had absorbed and refined the remaining few hundred kilograms of Black Iron Heart. His Black Iron Battle Body would be completed. At that time. . . His combat strength would definitely improve by leaps and bounds, even if he couldn't compare to those true Suppress Martial Lord. If he could seize the first place of the The Battle Of The Proclamation Of Azure Sky, With the help of luck, he would be able to open a true acupoint in one go. After stepping into the Marquess Stage, his combat strength. . . Even if he were to face some Suppress Martial Lord. . . It wasn't as if he didn't have the strength to fight!    

As for Dugu Yifang, he was only a Quasi-Grade Six Spirit Pulse. And amongst the many Quasi-Grade Six Spirit Pulse experts, he could only be considered ordinary. His talent and potential had almost been exhausted. If he didn't have any fortuitous encounters, he would have lived for more than a hundred years. The gap between them was too great. It would only get bigger and bigger until the end. . . Dugu Yi's side might not even have the qualifications to look up to Yang Fann!    

If it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of the Iron Sword Sect's resources, Yang Fann would have already sent him on his way. How could he allow him to compete blindly here?    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Fann's figure flashed, turned into a ray of light, and returned to his seat!    

. . .    

Soon, another two top tier Death Groups from the Death Group jumped onto the arena. Both of them were Secondary Evildoer, and their strengths were very similar. For a moment, it felt like they were about to meet a talented opponent. In the end, it was still Peerless Evildoer, the Thunder Swordsman from the Heavenly Thunder Sect, Chen Rui, who was even more powerful. He caught a flaw in his opponent's attack and severely injured him. However, he did not feel good either. His right shoulder was directly penetrated by his opponent's God-Destroying Crossbow. In a short period of time, it would be very difficult for him to unleash six levels of his battle prowess!!    

. . .    

Time flowed like water. Six hours passed. The fourth round, the eighth round, and the fourth round, the fourth round, the second round, had ended. More than half of the fourth round, the fourth round, and the second round, had also passed. During this period, the second group's Flying Dragon Divine Sword Zhu Feng had smoothly passed two rounds and entered the final. However, the other person Yang Fann was concerned about, the Flower Queen Situ Jing, was not so lucky. She barely managed to make it through the fourth round. She was eliminated by a top tier monster from the Heavenly Sect. Luckily, that person had kept his hand. He didn't attack Situ Jing ruthlessly, but the other disciples of the Seven Stars Sect. They were also not very lucky. More than half of the core disciples were eliminated once again. There were only forty people left, and they were still struggling. Apart from Virtuous Sword Jun Haoran, Young Master Flying Dragon Chu Longfei, Young Master Jiuxiao, Chi Jiuxiao, and a few others, who had easily secured their victory, Even if the rest of them entered the final match, their chances of winning were very slim. Those who could make it into the final round would probably only be able to surpass the number of hands!    

As for Yang Fann, the fourth round of the Arena Match. . . Before he even went on stage, the Thunder Swordsman, Chen Rui, chose to admit defeat. Yang Fann was a heaven defying monster that even Xia Yu could kill with a single punch. He was at his peak. Not to mention the current him. With his severely injured body, his combat strength couldn't even reach the sixth level of his peak. Fighting on the stage was just asking for humiliation. If he was not careful, he might have to throw his life away. After three consecutive battles, no one was left alive. This deterrent force was absolutely not a joke.    

. . .    

Another hour passed, and it was finally the Death Group's turn. According to the rules, Yang Fann was going to fight Young Master Li Huo - Mo Li. As long as Yang Fann defeated him, he would welcome his last opponent - Huangfu Qi, who would compete for the only qualifying spot!    

. . .