Invincible Bloodline

Gold Robe Deacon and Fang Hao raised their eyebrows, and a surprised expression appeared on their faces. "Eh, there are so many people here!" With his cultivation base, Even if he only used 60% of his strength, it was enough to crush an ordinary Seventh Layer Marquess to the ground. Initially, he thought that there would be five hundred people who could hold on. This was the limit. One should know that. . . Last year, there were 120 Cyan Cloud Ranking geniuses, and the last 20 were. . . Seventh Layer Marquess. In the previous batch, he would be able to make it into the top 100. If he was lucky, he would be able to make it into the top 60. It was not impossible, but now. . . He might not even make it through the first round of eliminations. It had to be said that it was a complete tragedy!!    

"What a pity! What a pity!!" A trace of regret flashed across Fang Hao's dignified face. High Martial Marquis's combat strength was not even sixty years old. Even in the Holy Ji Academy, he could barely be considered a genius. Furthermore, these people came from a remote place like South Mountain Domain. They didn't receive any systematic training. If they could join the Holy Ji Academy. . . Under the systematic training of the courtyard, within a short period of time. . . Even if he couldn't break through to the Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength in one leap. . . But, a half-step Martial Ancestor's Fighting Strength was definitely not something he could run away from.    

However, the Cyan Cloud Ranking only had 120 slots. Only 120 Cyan Cloud Ranking geniuses were qualified to join the Holy Ji Academy. This was a rule. Not to mention a puny Gold Robe Deacon, even an ordinary silver robed elder would not be able to change it!    

"Rumble!!"    

In the time it took to breathe, his aura had increased by a little bit. However, this tiny bit was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, crushing the hundreds of geniuses who were struggling to hold on!    

"Bang!" Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

The sound of people falling to the ground could be heard without an end. In less than a breath's time, dozens of people had collapsed to the ground. At this moment, even Chu Feilong and Ming Hao, who were close to the third level, were breathing disorderly and sweating profusely. Fortunately, they were still able to persist, but Chi Jiuxiao was in a very bad situation. His face was flushed red, and his waist was hunched. His legs were trembling, and he looked like a braised prawn.    

"I. . . I can't take it anymore. I really can't do it anymore. . . "    

"Persist, Crimson Senior Brother, you can't give up. Three breaths! Only three breaths are enough!" In just half a breath of time, another twenty people fell to the ground. At this moment, there were less than 550 people standing on the arena. If they gave up now, they would be eliminated. It would be a pity.    

"No. . . No, I can't give up just like that. . . I. . . I can't beat Junior Brother Yang Fann. If I can't compare to Haoran Great Senior Brother, can I not even compare to Zhu Senior Brother? I can't accept this, I can't accept this. . . " Chi Jiuxiao roared with unwillingness in his heart. As the third person in the Sky Ranking, he had surpassed Chu Longfei, the second son. It had always been his dream. Chu Longfei didn't even fall to the ground. How could he give up? How could he give up?    

"One breath. . . " Another twenty people fell to the ground. "I can't give up. I have to persist. Persist. . . "    

"Two breaths. . . " On the arena, the number of people who can still stand has only passed five hundred. " No. . . No way. I. . . I can't do it anymore. I. . . I really can't. . . "    

Chi Jiuxiao's vision began to blur. The limit wasn't something that could be easily broken.    

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more. Red Senior Brother, hold on!!" But Chi Jiuxiao could no longer hear Yang Fann's words. "Bang!"    

Chi Jiuxiao's legs went soft, and he fell to the ground.    

"Hey! What a pity!"    

Looking at the dizzy Chi Jiuxiao, Yang Fann let out a sigh. If he was eliminated from the competition like Zhu Feng, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, he was only half a breath away from advancing smoothly. That would be too much of a pity. He had already persisted for such a long time. He was only a little bit away, just a little bit more!    

. . .    

In a corner of the eastern stands.    

"Sigh! Compared to Long Fei and Haoran, The Ninth Heaven is still a little short!" Han Qianye, who was dressed in embroidered clothes, sighed with regret. However, when his gaze shifted to the other participants of Great Tang Dynasty. . . The regret in his heart dissipated a lot. Three of them had made it to the top 480. It was already considered not bad. One should know that the other Sect. . . The Celestial Sect had the highest number of people who had broken through to the next round. For example, the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Huo Zong were even more miserable. Only one person had made it to the next round, not to mention that the Seven Stars Sect still had Yang Fann, a heaven defying monster. As long as Yang Fann was here, the rest of the people would be eliminated from the competition. It wouldn't affect the overall situation.    

. . .    

"Three breaths. . . "    

"Bang!" "Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

"Alright! Congratulations to all of you for successfully advancing!!! "    

"Rumble!!"    

That tyrannical aura instantly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.    

"Bang!" Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

In an instant, over a hundred geniuses collapsed onto the ground. Each of them had their tongue stuck out, and they were breathing heavily. Under the terrifying pressure that was enough to crush a Seventh Layer Marquess, These hundreds of fourth level geniuses had long used up all the Spiritual Energys and physical strength in their bodies. They were completely relying on their tenacious willpower to hold on. However, on everyone's faces. . . They were all filled with indescribable joy as they endured it. They had finally managed to endure it, unlike the other geniuses. . . After being eliminated, they finally passed the preliminaries. If they could not even pass the first round of the finals. . . It will be their lifelong regret!    

"In two hours, the arena competition will officially begin. Everyone, make the best use of your time to rest!" Fang Hao still had some humanity in him. He didn't directly start the next round of the Arena Match, but gave everyone two hours to recover.    

The next moment. . .    

Heaven's Pride Evildoer sat cross-legged one after another, swallowing all kinds of Spiritual Energys to recover his strength. Although two hours wasn't a short period of time, if they didn't make the best use of their time, they might not be able to fully recover.    

Of course, not everyone was making the best use of their time to recover their strength. For geniuses like Jun Haoran and Li Shimin who were at the third level, they had only consumed one or two levels of the Spiritual Energy. It wouldn't take them an hour to fully recover. As for the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng and The Eight Great Evildoers, they treated them as nothing!    

After casually sitting beside Jun Haoran and Chu Longfei, Yang Fann narrowed his eyes. He began to size up his surroundings. There were two hundred and forty geniuses of Great Tang Dynasty. At this moment, there were only twenty-six people left in Central Ring. There were less than a tenth of them left. Amongst them, the Celestial Sect had a large number of people. Five of them had broken through, and the Great Tang Royal Family was the second. Four of them had passed the test, and the Seven Stars Sect and the Heavenly Sect were once again the second. There were three of them each, and the other six major sects. Except for the Iron Sword Sect and the Fire Sect, only one of them had advanced. The other four major Sect had two people who had passed the test. Those rogue cultivators from the other families. . . It was a bit miserable. It could be said that they had been completely wiped out. Only the young Barbarian King managed to hold on.    

There was no other way. It was all because of the body cultivator. The Body was comparable to an ancient Savage Beast, and its ability to resist pressure far exceeded that of other martial artist warriors of the same level!    

After sizing up all the geniuses who had passed the trial in Great Tang Dynasty, Yang Fann turned his gaze. He looked at the other twelve camps. The three dynasties were the three great dynasties. Their strength far surpassed all the other empires, even the weakest Darkhan Dynasty. Ninety-two of them had successfully advanced, and the strongest Great Tang Dynasty was even more terrifying. 166 people had advanced, and they had almost occupied the fourth level. Adding on the one hundred and twenty-one geniuses of the Grand Sui Dynasty, there were a total of three hundred and fifty-nine spots. Just thinking about it made people feel shocked. One should know that. . . The number of spots left for the qualifiers was only four hundred and eighty!!    

The number of people who had qualified for the 121 spots were divided among the ten great empires. It was already very impressive that the Great Tang Dynasty was able to qualify for 26 people. Besides the 28 spots from the Great Song Dynasty, which had surpassed them by a head, the other eight great empires were all behind them. Especially the Great Qing Dynasty, only three people had qualified for the next round. It was simply miserable to the extreme!    

. . .    

"Alright! Two hours had passed and the Arena Match was about to begin distributing identity tokens!! " Fang Hao, whose eyes were tightly shut, suddenly opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, black iron tokens the size of a palm appeared in the sky like raindrops.    

The next moment. . .    

A small portion of the tokens seemed to have a spirit of their own. Like shooting stars, they broke through the sky and flew towards the geniuses on the arena. There were exactly 480 tokens!    

Yang Fann grabbed the token that had shot towards him. There was a line of words written on it.    

"Yang Fann - Great Tang Dynasty Seven Stars Sect!!!"    

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