Invincible Bloodline

Lion King and Dong Yunhaoyi weren't weak. If he used all of his trump cards, he would be able to fight some Intermediate Martial Marquis. Unfortunately, he was too weak for Yang Fann. With just a punch, he was blown away by Yang Fann. He could only release his Qi, but he couldn't advance his Qi. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to live any longer!    

    

Silence! The top of Qingyun Peak was as quiet as a grave. After a while, there were whispers among the crowd.    

    

"One second. . . One second. . . Lion King and Dong Yunhaoyi. . . Were instantly killed by a single punch. I. . . I didn't see wrongly, right? "    

    

" This. . . This Yang Fann is. . . Where did this monster come from? One. . . One punch, just one punch, and it blew up Lion King and Dong Yunhaoyi? . . . "    

    

"Brutal! It was truly too savage. Even if this power is compared to the Son of the Stars, Sima Xingchen, I'm afraid it won't be any weaker! "    

    

"Seeded Evildoer's combat strength. This Yang Fann is definitely Seeded Evildoer's combat strength!"    

    

. . .    

    

Lion King, Dong Yunhaoyi, was considered a top existence amongst the many Secondary Evildoer. Even if it was the thirteen Seeded Evildoer, not everyone could guarantee that they could kill him with a single punch. But now, Yang Fann was able to kill him with a single punch. This was unbelievable, truly unbelievable!    

    

"Could it be. . . Could it be that this Yang Fann really is the one who killed him with a single punch? It's really him?" Looking at Yang Fann who looked like Ancient Devil God had come back to life on the arena, an unrealistic thought appeared in Chu Bingxin's mind once again.    

    

. . .    

    

In the audience seating area of Purple Spirit Sect.    

    

"Ah! How could this be! How could this be! How old was he? How could he possibly defeat Dong Yun's Senior Brother? How could he possibly defeat Dong Yun's Senior Brother? . . . " The smiles on the faces of hundreds of Purple Spirit Sect core disciples had disappeared. They were replaced with deep disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost from the legends!    

    

However, the seats of the Seven Stars Sect not far away from them were the complete opposite. They were filled with joy, "I'm convinced! I, Old Zhou, am completely convinced this time. I'm convinced that Brother Yang Fann is Brother Yang Fann. Formidable! He is really too strong!"    

    

"Hahaha! I knew Cousin Yang Fann (Master) He is the strongest! What Dong Yunhaoyi? All of them are spicy chickens! He wants to fight with my cousin Yang Fann (Master)! I really don't know how much weight I have!"    

    

. . .    

    

Eastern Altar.    

    

Silver Robed Deacon and Xu Baichuan, who were surrounded by a group of big shots, narrowed their eyes, and their eyes lit up. "I never thought that I would also make an error in judgment one day. This young man is the biggest surprise of this year's preliminary Cyan Cloud Ranking competition. The strength of that punch just now is no less than the strength of many Seventh Layer Marquess!" Six Empyrean Martial Master, who was fifteen years old. Even in the Holy Ji Academy, he could be considered the number one Heaven's Pride Evildoer. Furthermore, he had the Terror Fighting Power that was comparable to High Martial Marquis, even if they were of the same age. He was far from being on the same level!    

    

At this moment. . .    

    

"Ah! Hao Yi. . . " Supreme Sect Head of the Purple Spirit Sect, who had white hair and a youthful face, stood up in an instant. His eyes were filled with blood, and his killing intent was roaring like the ocean. He gritted his teeth, and his voice was heartbreaking, as if he was mourning for his death. "This kid, how dare he!? How dare he do this?!"    

    

Dong Yunhaoyi wasn't an ordinary genius. He was the third genius amongst the young generation of the Purple Spirit Sect. A seventh grade High Grade warrior. As long as he didn't die, he would become a Top Martial Marquis in the future. It would be a huge loss for Purple Spirit Sect if they died just like that!    

    

"Enough! This is not a place for you to act recklessly. If you don't want to watch the competition, get the hell out of here right now!" Xu Baichuan's expression instantly turned cold as he berated, "If you dare to make noise again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"    

    

Did he really think that the The Battle Of The Proclamation Of Azure Sky was just a child's play? Since he dared to fight on the stage, he must have the resolve to die. If he died, he could only blame himself for not being good at learning and arguing. Did he really think that he, the host, was just for show?    

    

Guo Jiyun's shrill cry immediately halted, and he finally woke up. This was not the place for him to make a scene. Although the Purple Spirit Sect was one of the nine great sects in Great Tang Dynasty, it was still a huge power like the Holy Ji Sect. It was nothing more than an ant that could be killed at any time. Let's not talk about anything else. Silver Robed Deacon and Xu Baichuan alone had the power to destroy their Purple Spirit Sect.    

    

"Hehe. . . Brother Guo, it seems like our sect has won. Don't forget those three high rank Familiar Rings. . . "    

    

. . .    

    

Death Group.    

    

Dressed in a golden robe, he looked like a god that had descended from the heavens. Huangfu Qi, the Son of Celestial Sect, who seemed to never care about anything, finally had a slight change in his cold face. His deep eyes stared at Yang Fann, who was slowly walking down from the arena, like the starry sky of the universe. It was as if he wanted to engrave it deeply in his mind. Killing Dong Yunhaoyi with a single punch wasn't a big deal. He could also do it with ease. The key was that Yang Fann was still so young. He had to admit that at the same age. . . He was far from being as powerful as Yang Fann. In fact, he was even stronger than Dong Yunhaoyi, who had been punched to death by Yang Fann. He was still very far away from Peerless Evildoer. This was definitely the only time he had met Peerless Evildoer in his life!    

    

Not far away, the young master of Li Huo Zong, Mo Li, who was wearing a fiery red robe and looked like a flaming king, looked at Yang Fann. There was also a dignified look in his eyes, as if he had suddenly recalled something. He smiled at the Heavenly Sword young master, Xia Yu, and said. "Brother Xia, you will be the next one to face this little monster. I wonder if you are confident that you can defeat this little monster? "    

    

Yang Fann was number 12,122, while Xia Yu was number 12,128. If nothing unexpected happened, the third round of the competition would be the final battle between him and Yang Fann!    

    

"Brother Mo Li, could it be that you have forgotten that I am a sword cultivator?" Xia Yu smiled proudly, and in his eyes appeared the Sword Country, the Sword Forest, the Sword Tomb, the Sword Pool, the Myriad Returning Swords, and the whole world. "No matter how powerful the Body is, I will destroy it with a single sword strike!"    

    

The name of sword cultivator - the nemesis of body cultivators was not just for show. As long as there was no difference in strength between the two of them, he was confident that he could kill it with his Xuan Heavenly Sword!    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

Xia Yu's figure moved, transforming into a sword beam that shot toward the arena at lightning speed!    

    

Xia Yu's opponent this time was also extraordinary. Similar to Dong Yunhaoyi, they were both members of Secondary Evildoer. His name was Han Hao. He was the eighth young man in the Celestial Sect. Compared to Dong Yunhaoyi, his strength was only slightly weaker!    

    

The degree of attention he received from this battle was no less than Yang Fann and Dong Yunhaoyi's!    

    

The Celestial Sect, on the other hand, had some unusual characteristics among the nine major sects. Their cultivation was somewhat similar to the legendary Divine Dao. Through visualizing the various ancient gods that the Celestial Sect worshiped, they created a Divine Spirit Dharma Idol. During the war, they used the Divine Spirit Dharma Idol to conquer the world!    

    

Han Hao visualized ancient giant gods one after another. Once the Divine Spirit Dharma Idol was released, it would immediately transform into a 30 meter tall peerless giant. This giant was like the legendary Giant God. It stood on colorful clouds and held a divine hammer in its hand. Its divine might was unparalleled. With a single strike of the hammer, all forms of life would be destroyed!    

    

However, Xia Yu had only used one strike. It had crushed that peerless giant god into pieces. It was a mighty sword strike that could send a fairy from the heavens beyond the heavens. In almost an instant, Xia Yu had already slashed out over a thousand swords. Each sword strike was faster than the last. Each strike was sharper than the last. It was a marvelous skill. Every strike of his unleashed his essence, energy, and spirit to the limit. One slash of a thousand swords, one sword after another!    

    

It was like the legendary art of butchering a cow with a butcher's knife! In an instant, the giant god and Han Hao were minced into powder, leaving nothing behind!    

    

For a moment, Xia Yu's limelight had almost surpassed Yang Fann's. He had become the number one figure in the preliminary round of Cyan Cloud Ranking. Even the many big shots in Eastern Altar praised him!    

    

However, not long after, the shock and astonishment that Xia Yu had created was covered up by the Celestial Sect's substitute monster, Huangfu Qi.    

    

In this round, Huangfu Qi's opponent was the Son of Stars of Starry Palace - Sima Xingchen.    

    

This was the direct conversation between the two great Seeded Evildoer. It was definitely the most important battle so far. Even the battle between Yang Fann, Dong Yunhaoyi, and Han Hao would be one step short.    

    

In an instant, the scene became even more intense!    

    

The blood in the four audience seats was boiling!    

    

Even Silver Robed Deacon and Xu Baichuan were looking forward to it!    

    

Starry Hall Peerless Evildoer and Sima Xingchen were worthy of being called the number one body cultivator in the young generation. The starlight around his body was resplendent, as if an ancient Star God had descended into the world. He pointed his finger at the sky and stomped on the ground, and he was invincible!    

    

A punch was like a peerless evil dragon that swept across the starry sky of the universe. The power contained within it was far beyond the imagination of the world. It was twice as terrifying as Yang Fann's punch that had just killed Dong Yunhaoyi in an instant! Not only that, even someone as strong as a Sixth Empyrean Marquess would fall into despair and explode under this punch!    

    

At that moment!    

    

A horrifying scene happened. Huangfu Qi's Spiritual Sense moved. An ancient giant god appeared out of thin air, but compared to the ancient giant created by Han Hao. . . It was as if Han Hao was nothing more than a small fry, with a height of more than a thousand feet. The vastness of his aura could not be described with words. The surrounding space was like glass. Layers of explosions could be heard as an endless stream of air flowed in reverse. It was collapsing, it was going berserk. . .    

    

The finger that was pointed out was completely one of Ancient Devil God's fingers. It was as if it could break through the boundaries of space and time, sweep across the world, and destroy the Nine Heavens And Ten Earth!    

    

"Argh! No. . . "    

    

There was only enough time to let out an unwilling roar before the beast died.    

    

"Puchi!!!"    

    

Bathed in the endless starlight, Sima Xingchen, who looked like a resurrected Star God, was like an ant on the ground, crushed by a single finger!    

    

. . .    

    

"Wo. . . ! What did I just see? Instant kill! Sima Xingchen was instantly killed just like that!" A mighty Patriarch Wu Hou couldn't help but curse.    

    

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