Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann was not a saint, and could not do anything to repay kindness with kindness. He was just an ordinary mortal, a young man who was a bit protective of his own people. If someone respected him, he would respect them. If someone offended him, he would definitely repay them a hundred times. This was Yang Fann!    

    

Regardless of whether Mo Li was repenting or not, or whether Mo Li had any background, if anyone dared to kill him, they would have to be prepared to die!    

    

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Yang Fann smashed Mo Li into pieces with a single palm. His skin and flesh exploded, and broken bones splattered everywhere. It was a bloody and miserable scene!    

    

Eastern Altar.    

    

"Roar! Li'er! My poor Li'er, Little Brute, you will die a horrible death! " He had finally managed to catch his breath, and he just happened to see Yang Fann blasting his precious son into pieces with a single palm strike. Both of his eyes instantly opened wide like a commander, and drops of blood and tears fell unceasingly from his eyes. The sound was like the cry of the Weeping Blood Ape, and it was heart-wrenching and filled with monstrous hatred.    

    

He only had one son, and that was the only son he had. This Little Brute was the only son he had. He had actually harmed his son just like that! He was going to make the Mo Clan cease to exist! This enmity, this hatred, this hatred! This hatred was irreconcilable. Even if he used all the water in the world, it would still be difficult for him to wash his face and rinse his mouth. Roar! Little Brute, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't be human!    

    

"Ah! Mo Long threw his head back and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was already severely injured, and with the addition of the fact that his white hair had given him away, he was in the most miserable state in the world. He could no longer bear it and fainted.    

    

" Good! Good! Good! I've struck it, I've truly struck it rich this time! " He did not even look at Mo Long, who had vomited blood and fainted from the two attacks. Silver Robed Deacon Xu Baichuan stood up in a huff and looked at the proud figure in the ring. His face was filled with excitement. A fifteen year old Third Empyrean Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength! This talent was simply abnormal! Across the entire Northern Barren State, it was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It could be counted on one hand, and as the one who had started it. . . That reward, that reward, hiss.    

    

"Perhaps I also have a chance of becoming Unparalleled King's successor. . . " Suddenly, an indescribable heat flashed in Xu Baichuan's eyes. A tier six High Grade Spiritual Bloodline user could condense a Star Core. Becoming a Martial Lord True Body was almost the limit of his abilities. Becoming Unparalleled King's true body was an extravagant hope. But at this moment, he saw the glimmer of hope of a king.    

    

"Hahaha. . . So what if I consume the Fire Drake and Pill Breaking Stage? I met my sect's Yang Fann. This Death Group's qualifying spot will belong to my sect's Yang Fann!!" At this moment, The joy in Han Qianye's heart could not be described with words. His confidence in Yang Fann had always skyrocketed. So what if Huangfu Qi was a Most Powerful Monster? At most, he could only be compared to a Second Layer warrior from the Martial Sect. Even with the help of the Third Empyrean Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength, Yang Fann would not be able to escape his fate of being defeated.    

    

"Damn it! How could this happen? How could this Little Brute be so strong? How could he be so strong. . . " Dugu Yifang's eyes were spitting fire. His nails were deeply embedded into his palm and it was unknown. One should know that he was only a martial ancestor Third Empyrean. Didn't that mean that the combat strength of Yang Fann, Little Brute, was not much weaker than him, the Sword God of this generation?    

    

"Hiss. . . Strange. . . Monster, he isn't human, he isn't human. . . . " Guo Jiyun sucked in a breath of cold air and was extremely shocked. One should know that he, the master of a sect, was only able to squeeze into the Second Layer Senior Martial Master Stage. If he did not include the few Exotic Beasts that protected him, he might not even be a match for Yang Fann in a one-on-one fight.    

    

He was only fifteen years old, only fifteen years old!    

    

The next moment. . .    

    

A hint of hesitation flashed across Guo Jiyun's face, "For the sake of a Dong Yunhaoyi. . . Is it really worth it to make such a heaven defying monster your enemy?" He was different from Dugu Yifang. Xia Yu was his direct disciple, and the two of them were like father and son. And unlike Mo Long, Mo Li was his only son. It was a taboo in his life. Dong Yunhaoyi was just a Peerless Evildoer of Purple Spirit Sect. He wasn't his direct disciple, so he didn't have a deep relationship with the Sect Chief.    

    

Furthermore, Yang Fann had grown up. The Third Empyrean Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength was one of the expert in the entire Great Tang Dynasty. With the strength of the Purple Spirit Sect, even if they used all their strength to surround and kill Yang Fann, They might not be able to keep Yang Fann alive, but if they let him escape. . . With his monstrous talent, it would probably take him less than three years. He would be able to uproot the Purple Spirit Sect from this world!    

    

"No. . . I can't joke around with the foundation of my ancestors. This matter must be taken seriously!"    

    

"What a good Yang Fann!" He had always been calm and collected. Supreme Sect Head and the God Of Heaven Sect of the Celestial Sect, who were as calm as an ancient well, were also looking at the young man in the ring with a serious expression on their faces. "This kid's talent is so high that not even Qi Er can match up to him! This time, Han Qianye, this old kid, has picked up a treasure! "    

    

"It has only been fifteen years, and it is not so easy to ignore him. Qi'er, it is not as simple as you think!"    

    

. . .    

    

Four Directional Viewing Platform.    

    

Countless martial artist looked at the young man on the stage with a solemn expression. It was as if they were looking up at the legendary God And Devil and warning themselves. No matter who they offended in the future, even the high and mighty leaders of the nine great sects. . . He must never offend Yang Fann, a 15-year-old Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength. What kind of concept was this? As long as he didn't die in the future. . . Suppress Martial Lord and even Unparalleled King were not the end. And the most terrifying thing was that scheming. . . That forbearance did not seem like a weak young man at all. Even those old foxes who had lived for hundreds of years might not have such terrifying thoughts, just like his strength. Immeasurable and boundless. After offending him, he probably wouldn't even know how he died in the end.    

    

. . .    

    

Death Group.    

    

Huangfu Qi, the Son of Heaven God, had a serious expression that he had never seen before. His eyebrows were almost knitted together. "I thought that I had overestimated this Yang Fann, but I never thought that I would still underestimate him. His combat strength was so terrifying that it was almost comparable to the Third Empyrean Martial Sect Expert. Even if it's me, I want to take him down now. Hiss, is this kid really not even sixteen years old? How can there be such a monster in this world? Even in the ancient era, I'm afraid that there aren't many people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, right?"    

    

"However, the more this is the case, the more this brat deserves to die. If I continue to let this brat continue to grow, even I will be left far behind by him. I will be trampled under his feet for all eternity, and I will never be able to turn the tables!"    

    

The cold Cold Shine flickered in Huangfu Qi's eyes, as if it was brewing a peerless killing intent!    

    

. . .    

    

The competition continued, but there were beads of jade in front of them. The following battles were a little dull in the eyes of countless martial artist experts. They were like chewing wax and lacked interest. Soon, another four hours had passed, and it was time for the last two geniuses of the two hundredth group to fight on the stage to determine the only person who would qualify for the next round.    

    

In the meantime, in the second group, the Feiyun Divine Sword, Zhu Feng. He successfully stood out and won the first spot for the Seven Stars Sect to qualify for the next round. After that, the Virtuous Sword, Jun Haoran. . . Young Master Feilong, Chu Longfei, and Young Master Jiuxiao, Chi Jiuxiao, also performed well. He easily defeated his opponent and took first place in the group. However, the other fellow disciples weren't so lucky. They fought with their lives on the line. In the end, there were only five people who won. Although there were still nine elites from the Seven Stars Sect in the last forty groups. . . Except for Yang Fann, the rest of the people. . . It wasn't easy to qualify for the next round. It was unknown whether the two of them could make it to the next round!    

    

To be able to make it through the five rounds of the Arena Match, it was unknown whether the two of them could make it to the next round! There were almost no weaklings among them. The weakest one would be a top genius who was only second to the 36 Heavenly expert in the Seven Stars Sect. Most of them were at the second or third grade of the monster. After all, there were only a small number of people who were lucky enough to be assigned to a weak group like Zhu Feng!    

    

Grand Princess Li Xianning and Seeded Evildoer, whom Yang Fann was paying attention to, also easily defeated their opponents and advanced smoothly. In the end, they were not from the Death Group. The strongest opponent they encountered was an outstanding person like Dong Yunhaoyi, who was at the second tier of the monster!    

    

In the blink of an eye, another five minutes had passed. Finally, it was the Death Group's turn!    

    

In an instant, the entire scene was silent!    

    

This was the pinnacle battle of the entire audience, the battle of the dynasty's Most Powerful Monster, a peerless battle!    

    

. . .    

    

"Yang Fann, let's fight in the arena! Let's see who's the Most Powerful Monster of Great Tang Dynasty!" The Divine God Son Huangfu Qi turned into a ray of divine light and shot into the arena.    

    

The entire arena was illuminated by the light. Huangfu Qi, who was bathed in the endless divine light, suddenly became holy and unparalleled. He looked like a god that had descended to the mortal world. Vaguely, he looked like a god that had descended to the mortal world. There seemed to be a faint sound of a god.    

    

"Huangfu Qi, the Most Powerful Monster belongs to me, Yang Fann!"    

    

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