Invincible Bloodline

"Victory has been decided. The number one person in this year's The Battle Of The Proclamation Of Azure Sky is Yang Fann!" A silver-haired Silver Robed Deacon with a face as tender as a child said.    

Yang Fann's punch just now was too terrifying. The power contained in it far exceeded twenty million Power Of True Essences. Even an ordinary Sixth Empyrean Martial Lord would be mercilessly killed if he didn't have a supreme treasure protecting him. Although the Crown Prince Ying Zheng was strong, he was at most comparable to an ordinary Sixth Empyrean Suppress Martial Lord!    

"With Ying Zheng's Monstrous Talent, he would definitely be the undisputed number one person in the past few years. It's a pity that he has encountered such a small monster like Yang Fann. It's a pity that he is still alive at this moment!"    

"That's right. Meeting Yang Fann is definitely the biggest tragedy in Ying Zheng's life!"    

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The Martial Lord were filled with mixed emotions. It was a pity that they had missed Yang Fann for the rest of their lives. It was truly a pity! Almost no one thought highly of the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng. Putting aside the fact that he was obviously in a disadvantageous position, even if he had the upper hand, with Yang Fann's heaven-defying physique, he would surely turn the tables once again.    

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"Damn it! How could this be, how could this be? Zheng is the strongest, the strongest. How could Little Brute be a match for Zheng? This is not true. It is not true! . . . " There was no longer a trace of calmness and calmness on Ying Yuan's face. There was only endless melancholy and disbelief.    

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"Hahaha. . . Victory has been decided. Thank you for your Black Tortoise True Pill and intermediate Defense Heavenly Armor!!!" Xu Baichuan laughed. He cupped his fists at Xiao Quan and said, "Thank you. " A good man. This Xiao Quan was really a good man. Not only did he give him five million Highest Grade Spiritual Stones, he also gave him a intermediate defensive Heavenly Treasure and a Supreme Grade Heavenly Pill, the Black Tortoise True Pill. This caused him to feel a little embarrassed!!    

"Brother Xie, it's impolite of me to refuse your ten million Highest Grade Spiritual Stones!!" Yan Nanshan and Yin Wuxie were also smiling. They cupped their fists at Xie Xiaofeng. Although the kingdom they were in charge of this year was almost completely wiped out, it was still alright. With the generous help of the "benefactor," fifteen million Highest Grade Spiritual Stones was enough for them to earn a lot!    

"Xu Baichuan, there are some things that should not be said too early. Yang Fann only had a slight upper hand now. The one who won in the end might not be Ying Zheng!"    

"That's right, Brother Yan, Brother Yin. Now that the outcome of the battle has yet to be decided, all of you can come to a conclusion. Isn't it a bit too early!? " Xie Xiaofeng echoed repeatedly, but his voice obviously gave others a feeling that his confidence was lacking. The feeling of falsehood could be seen by those with discerning eyes. With Yang Fann's abnormal physique, if the Crown Prince Ying Zheng couldn't kill him with brute force. . . In the end, he would only die of exhaustion, let alone now that Ying Zheng was at a disadvantage. There was no way he could turn the tables!    

. . .    

At this moment. . . . . .    

On the arena.    

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's facial expression remained unchanged. There was no sign of fear on his face. He coldly glanced at Yang Fann and said in a cold tone, "Yang Fann, you have the right to make me fight with my full strength!"    

"Wh. . . What? Difficult? Could it be that Crown Prince Ying Zheng has hidden his true strength?" Countless of Spectator were shocked. Ying Zheng's deadly strike just now was something that not even an ordinary Fifth Empyrean Suppress Martial Lord could withstand. Such a Terror Fighting Power. . . And it wasn't even his full combat strength. How terrifying was his full combat strength? It was comparable to a Seventh Layer Suppress Martial Lord, and he was also an Eighth Level Martial Lord warrior?    

At that moment!    

"Bang!" Boom!" "Boom!" . . .    

Crown Prince Ying Zheng. . . The aura around his body rose crazily and steadily. It was as if there was no restraint as it crushed the space in all directions!    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble!"    

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's body trembled slightly. A Brilliant Sword Light shot up into the sky from the top of his head, shooting straight into the stars. It was like a Nine Empyrean Star Way sweeping across the starry sky of the universe, but also like a pillar that supported the heavens and earth connecting the heavens and the earth.    

"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" . . .    

Terrifying Sword Qi dozens of feet long burst out from Ying Zheng's body, tearing apart the space around him. In an instant, the area within a hundred zhang radius of the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng, turned into pieces of chaos. At the center of the chaos, he was like a chaotic Devil God that was about to create the world. His divine might was like a prison, invincible under the heavens!    

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"Hahaha. . . I knew His Highness The Crown Prince was the strongest! What dark horse, Yang Fann, is nothing in front of His Highness The Crown Prince! " The gloomy atmosphere of Ying Zheng and the others instantly swept away and once again boiled up.    

"That's right! Apart from His Highness The Crown Prince, who else is the number one monster in South Mountain Domain?"    

. . .    

Within the Heterospatial Space.    

"This. . . This is the second level of the Emperor Profound Meaning. This. . . How is this possible? How old is he? How old is he?!!!" A Fifth Empyrean Suppress Martial Lord with a Sword Qi soaring into the sky cried out in shock. The Profound Meaning was just like the true meaning. There were also four minor realms in the tenth level, but the difficulty of comprehending it during this period of time was. . . It was dozens, or even hundreds of times more difficult than the true meaning. Sword Saint Moyun had cultivated it for nearly a thousand years. The Profound Meaning of Hurricane was only one step into the second level, and he wanted to truly enter the second level. However, the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng. . . He had already comprehended the second level of Emperor Profound Meaning at the age of 32. Compared to him, he had lived like a dog for nearly a thousand years.    

"Hiss! The second layer of Emperor Profound Meaning, what a terrifying talent in the Sword Dao!!!" Suppress Martial Lord sucked in a breath of cold air. One had to know that most of them had only comprehended the first level of the Profound Meaning, which was only at the Beginning. The number of people who could comprehend two levels of Profound Meaning was definitely not more than the number of hands. However, how many years had they lived? And how many years had Ying Zheng, the Crown Prince, lived?    

"This time, I'm afraid Yang Fann will be in danger!"    

Although the second level of Emperor Profound Meaning was still at the Profound Beginning, it was several times stronger than the first level. At this moment, even an ordinary Seventh Layer Suppress Martial Lord would be killed mercilessly if he couldn't comprehend the Profound Meaning!    

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"Hahaha. . . I knew it. Zheng'er is the strongest among the young generation. Little Son Yang Fan's talent is heaven defying. In the end, he is just a stepping stone for Zheng'er!!" Ying Yuan laughed loudly. The gloominess in his heart was swept away in an instant.    

. . .    

On the arena.    

"Rumble!!!"    

The Crown Prince Ying Zheng's aura had finally reached its peak. At this moment, his thin figure seemed to have grown a lot taller. It was as if the high and mighty Heavenly Emperor had arrived in the mortal world, covering the sky and covering the earth. It made people prostrate under his feet, unable to summon any Resistance Thoughts.    

"Yang Fann, you should be proud to be able to force me to use my full strength!" Crown Prince Ying Zheng's eyes turned and immediately unleashed a brilliant golden light. Like the first ray of light in the chaos, it shattered the chaos in all directions.    

The next moment. . .    

A cruel smile appeared on the Crown Prince Ying Zheng's face, "Alright! The game has come to an end. Yang Fann, go to hell obediently!"    

"Myriad Sword Technique!!"    

"Rumble!!"    

A streak of sword light slashed out explosively, instantly splitting into ten thousand streaks of sword light, fine and dense, refining the sword into threads!!    

The Myriad Sword Secret Art was still the Myriad Sword Secret Art, but its power could not be mentioned in the same breath. At this moment, every beam of sword light was chasing after Fourth Layer Suppress Martial Lord's full power attack! It had the power to kill Second Layer warriors, and the ten thousand peerless sword lights had combined into a profound sword formation! Its power had increased by several folds once again!    

This sword attack was the call of the Death God, the horn of hell. It could easily slaughter ghosts and deities, and kill immortals and buddhas!!    

. . .    

Within the Heterospatial Space.    

"Hiss! What a good Crown Prince Ying Zheng! What a terrifying sword strike!! " Suppress Martial Lord and the rest of the Silver Robed Deacon were shocked. This sword strike. . . It could already bring them a slight danger of death. If they were not careful. . . One should know that. . . As Silver Robed Deacon of the Holy Ji Academy, the Arcane Art skill they practiced. . . It was not something a country bumpkin like the South Mountain Domain could compare with. It was not an exaggeration to say that. . . Any random Silver Robed Deacon had the power to crush a high-level Martial Lord of the South Mountain Domain. But now, he could actually feel a trace of death Qi coming from a junior like Crown Prince Ying Zheng. This was simply unimaginable!    

"Defeated! Yang Fann still lost! A difference of more than ten years isn't something that can be easily made up for!"    

" What a pity! What a pity! If we give Yang Fann some more time, it won't take too long. In just a year or two, I'm afraid it will be another situation! "    

" He's only fifteen years old, but he already has the strength to fight a Sixth Empyrean Martial Lord. This talent and potential is one of the best in the entire North Wasteland, not to mention the South Mountain Domain. It is only a matter of time before he surpasses the Crown Prince, Ying Zheng. However, time doesn't wait for me!"    

" Perhaps this is the jealousy of the heavens! Such a monster, even the heavens will not allow it to live in this world! "    

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. . . " Little Brute, this is your retribution. Xiu-Er, your soul in heaven, watch carefully. Yang Fann, this Little Brute, will come down to accompany you soon!! "    

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