Invincible Bloodline

There's a secret space at the waist of the Thunder Peak. . . The space was so vast that one could not see the end of it. The area with a circumference of tens of thousands of li, from the inside to the outside. . . It was surrounded by countless restrictive spells, and there were no loopholes at all. At the same time, there was no way to directly travel through space, nor was there any correct way to get in or out. Even some Top-Level Emperor wouldn't be able to take half a step into this spatial zone.    

    

In this spatial zone, besides the central area where a grand hall stood, there was nothing else!    

    

The entire hall was no less than a thousand zhang tall, and its area was even larger. It was over a thousand acres in size, and its surroundings were flickering with golden light and glistening with multicolored light. From afar, it looked like the Divine Hall where the legendary ancient Heavenly God resided, and it caused people to feel deep veneration for it!!    

    

At this moment, a group of young men and women were standing in front of the hall. There were a total of ten people standing in front of the hall, and there were eight men and two women!!    

    

Each and every one of them had extraordinary bearing! Xuan Wei held his head high, and his entire body emanated an imposing aura that was deep like an ocean. His eyes were deep like the starry sky in the universe, and he was in high spirits and filled with pride. He seemed as if he was innately an expert!!    

    

However, they did have the right to be proud. The strength of each of these ten people was far above the number one monster in the Ji Yang Courtyard, Hai Wusheng. Even if Hai Wusheng consumed the Demon King Pill, and his combat strength rose by hundreds and thousands of times, it was still unknown whether he could defeat them or not!    

    

Especially the man in white who stood in the center of the crowd, he was even more terrifying. His gaze was like a sword that pierced through the sky, and a terrifying combat intent was rolling around his body. It was as if he could kill a Highest Emperor with just a wave of his hand. He was incomparably terrifying!    

    

These ten people were none other than the ten great true disciples of Holy Ji Sect. Each of them was a young man. The first grade Peerless Evildoer had the lowest cultivation base of intermediate Peak-level Emperor, and his combat strength was far beyond Sima Jingfeng and Mo Wuxie's. Even many elders of Highest Emperor realm were no match for them.    

    

His goal was the same as Yang Fann's, to enter the Lightning Spirit Pool and cultivate.    

    

As a matter of fact, these ten great true disciples were the main characters of the opening ceremony of the Lightning Spirit Pool. The first place of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition was just a side effect. The Ji Yang Courtyard and the other seven major academies looked down on the Northern Wasteland Courtyard and thought that they were the lowlifes of the Lower Continent. In fact, they were the people of the Main Sect. How could they not look down on the people of the other academies? Towards the eight great academies, there was a natural sense of superiority.    

    

In the eyes of the upper echelons of Sect, the geniuses of the eight academies. . . If not for the insistence of the upper house head, This quota wouldn't even be in the hands of the eight academies. One should know that. . . The Lightning Spirit Pool was the strongest foundation of the Holy Ji Sect, and every time it was opened, it would consume a huge amount of Spiritual Crystal resources. In their eyes, giving the quota to the disciples of the branch was a complete waste of resources.    

    

What kind of potential did a mere disciple of the branch have? To be able to become an upper Emperor Stage and advance to the position of Sect Elder was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns! Wanting to stand out from the rest of Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle was simply a pipe dream!    

    

. . .    

    

"How long has it been? He made us wait for him. That bastard from the lower house is really extravagant!"    

    

"I wonder what the higher ups are thinking, to actually give that precious quota to that person from the lower courtyard!!"    

    

"That's right! What kind of talent and potential could those people from the lower house have? Giving the spot to them would simply be a waste!!"    

    

. . .    

    

The ten great true disciples complained. In the past, there were only people waiting for them. When was it their turn to wait in the courtyard? And it was an ignorant kid from the lower courtyard. Furthermore, the energy in Lightning Spirit Pool was limited. Every one of them would enter seclusion, and that meant that one more person would compete with them for the energy. In the end, the benefits they would get would be less.    

    

Everyone was the same. As one of the ten great true disciples, their status was equal, so it was fine. What are the peasants in that department? What right do they have to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?!    

    

Although they had never met before, many of the true disciples had already secretly hated Yang Fann.    

    

"Hmph! If there's a chance, I'll definitely teach that b * stard a lesson. . . "    

    

. . .    

    

In next to no time, the time for an incense stick to burn had passed.    

    

At this moment. . . . . .    

    

"Puchi. . . "    

    

A mysterious Light Door suddenly appeared in the sky above the spatial zone.    

    

In the next moment. . . . . .    

    

A green figure and a black figure walked out from the Light Door.    

    

"They're here! It's actually Great Elder Ye Nantian. . . " The hearts of the ten great true disciples skipped a beat.    

    

The next moment. . .    

    

The ten great true disciples hurried forward to greet him. "Greetings, Great Elder. Greetings, Great Elder!!" Although they were the best experts among the many true disciples, and were the best of the best, they even had a chance of inheriting the position of Head Elder, but at the moment, they were still much weaker than Ye Nantian, who held a high position in the sect.    

    

"All true disciples do not need to be overly courteous!!" Ye Nantian did not dare to be careless. The ten great core disciples were different from Mu Feng. Their status was even higher than that of an ordinary Sect Elder. Even he was not willing to casually offend them.    

    

. . .    

    

"Hmm! This is the number one genius of the Eight Great Academies? "    

    

"Doesn't look like much either? Holy f * ck, am I seeing things? He's only a lower Monarch Cultivation. Are you kidding me!?"    

    

" The Eight Great Academies are really going back to life. There's only so much trash here, and they still want to mess with the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition? It's not shameful at all!! "    

    

. . .    

    

At this moment, the ten great true disciples finally noticed Yang Fann who was standing beside Ye Nantian. When they found out that Yang Fann was only a lower Monarch Cultivation, they instantly burst into an uproar. Although they didn't say it out loud because of Ye Nantian's presence, their faces were filled with disdain and disgust. That was clear. It could be seen that it was engraved on their faces.    

    

Such a waste actually wanted to enter the Lightning Spirit Pool with them and cultivate in seclusion. The upper echelons of the Sect were truly blind!    

    

"Why don't we take a look at what kind of place the Lightning Spirit Pool is? It only has such a small cultivation base. You're simply courting death!!" The Lightning Spirit Pool was the strongest foundation of the Holy Ji Sect, but not everyone had the right to enter it and cultivate. In just a few breaths of time, an ordinary Quasi-Emperor had arrived. He would be torn apart by the violent power of the Thunder Soul, even if it was an ordinary Lower Emperors. Usually, within a day, he would be able to enter the pond to cultivate for two hours. He had no choice but to come out and recuperate.    

    

. . .    

    

"Hmm?" Ye Nantian frowned and almost cursed out loud. What the f * ck? How dare you trash despise Yang Fann? I'm drunk! Just like you, all of you are tied up together. None of you can compare to a single finger of Yang Fann. What's wrong with a lower King? Yang Fann was still beating you all up!    

    

Right at this moment. . . .    

    

"Cough cough. . . Cough cough. . . Cough cough. . . "    

    

A cough suddenly sounded within the secret realm.    

    

This cough was not that loud. It was faint and intermittent, but. . . Everyone present felt as if their souls had been struck by a hammer.    

    

In an instant, all the geniuses no longer had the time to look down on Yang Fann. They looked towards the source of the sound and saw that in a corner of the secret realm, the space above the secret realm had been forcefully torn apart like a curtain.    

    

The next moment. . . .    

    

A thin old man with a hunched back and a sallow complexion walked out from the crowd. He looked like a candle flickering in the wind. He looked like a weak old man that could be blown out by a gust of wind.    

    

However, this old man, who looked like he had stepped into the coffin with one foot, made Yang Fann frown. He could feel the Qi of death coming from this old man. It was as if he was facing a terrifying ancient beast. He was ten times, a hundred times stronger than the Great Elder Ye Nantian. Even now, he had used all his trump cards. He had even used the Forbidden Art at all costs. He was probably far from being his match. It was unknown whether he could even save his life in his hands.    

    

Top-Level Emperor! This old man was definitely a Top-Level Emperor! In fact, among the many Top-Level Emperor warriors, he was not someone who could be easily bullied by the weak!    

    

"As expected, as the greatest asset of the Holy Ji Sect, how could the Lightning Spirit Pool not be protected by experts!?"    

    

. . .    

    

"Nan Tian greets the Elder of Indestructible. . . " At this moment, Ye Nantian couldn't be bothered to scold the ten great true disciples for being blind. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.    

    

"So it's you, little fellow. Not bad, you have already stepped into the Top-Level Emperor. . . " Emaciated Old Man slightly pointed his finger at Ye Nantian. "Alright, little guy, you should step aside now. Leave the rest to me!"    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

Emaciated Old Man's gaze swept across the ten true transmissions. "En, not bad. They are all good children. Cough. . . Cough cough. . . They all have the potential to break through to the Top-Level Emperor. . . . Cough, cough, cough. . . "    

    

However, when his gaze fell upon Yang Fann, he could not help but furrow his brows slightly. He was actually unable to see through the depths of this junior. This was simply unbelievable. With his cultivation base, let alone a mere king warrior. . . He could even see through a quasi-Top-Level Emperor like Ye Nantian with a single glance. What was even more ridiculous was that he could sense a trace of danger from this junior.    

    

"This little fellow is interesting!" Observing Yang Fann's meaning with interest, Emaciated Old Man's gaze turned and said, "Cough cough cough. . . I will now open the Thunder Soul Main Hall for you. You have three months of seclusion time. Cough, cough, cough. . . Three months later, I will once again open the Thunder Soul Hall and bring you out. . . . Cough, cough, cough. . . "    

    

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