Invincible Bloodline

A dazzling golden light erupted from the small square arena. Finally, on each of the rings, two large golden numbers flashed out. It was dazzling and incomparably dazzling!    

In the next moment. . .    

Grand Elder Ye said in a clear voice, "Everyone, according to the nameplate number that you've obtained. . . Go to the various arenas!!" Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, the first three rounds. All of them can be considered as elimination rounds. All the chosen ones participating. . . Only after the top thirty were decided would the competition begin. They would not participate in the Arena Match at the same time. Instead, they would form groups of two. After all, they would be able to kill thirty expert at the same time. All of them were top tier monsters among the young generation of each branch. Each round could be said to be peerless!    

In the time it took to breathe.    

"Boom!" Bang!" Boom! . . .    

The two hundred and forty participants turned into streaks of light and entered the various arenas according to the numbers displayed on the arenas!    

. . .    

On the 36th ring.    

Yang Fann and a Young Man stood a thousand feet apart, facing each other from afar.    

This Young Man looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his temperament was like that of a demon king that had descended into the world. He was wild and unruly, and he wore a violet-gold robe. He wore a silver-white cape, and a three-inch-wide Exotic Beast belt was tied around his waist. It was inlaid with all sorts of gemstones, and it was an indescribably noble aura!    

. . .    

On the four viewing platforms.    

Many martial artist's eyes were focused on the 36th ring. As the weakest participant in history, Yang Fann was still very attractive!    

"This kid from Northern Wasteland Courtyard can be considered lucky. He actually ran into Zhao Wuji from the Holy Demon Courtyard!!"    

"Indeed lucky. At least with the relationship between the Holy Demon Academy Lord, Mo Wuxie, and Dongfang Sheng, this kid's life is still guaranteed!!"    

"If he ran into those big killing stars or people from the Sunrise Courtyard, even if this kid doesn't die, he will still be crippled!"    

. . .    

In the VIP seats in the northeast.    

The Holy Fiend Academy Lord, Mo Wuxie, and Dongfang Sheng sat together.    

"Brother Dongfang, I'm sorry. It looks like Nephew is going to stop here!" Mo Wuxie looked at the two people on stage 36 and smiled apologetically at Dongfang Sheng. "But Nephew is still young. With his talent. . . The next Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition will surely have a good result. He might even be able to enter the top ten! "    

Of course, the last words were purely to comfort Dongfang Sheng. Yang Fann's talent wasn't bad, but compared to the real monster, there was still quite a distance. Five hundred years later, top thirty. It was still alright, but it was still very difficult for him to break through to the top ten.    

However, right at this moment. . .    

Dongfang Sheng smiled mysteriously and said, "Old friend, perhaps I should be the one to apologize. . . "    

"What? Brother Dongfang, what do you mean? Don't tell me you think Nephew can. . . How is that possible!!" Mo Wuxie's eyes widened. What kind of joke was this? How could Yang Fann be a match for Zhao Wuming? One had to know that out of the 30 participating geniuses of the Holy Demon Courtyard, However, he was confident that he would be able to make it into the top 10. To be able to enter the top thirty, his true combat strength was. . . Even compared to some of the Top Quasi Emperor, he wasn't much weaker. Even his treasure, Disciple, Heavenly Enchantress and Fang Qingxue, who were both at the King realm, wouldn't be a match for Zhao Wujue. Not to mention Yang Fann!    

"Hehe. . . "    

Dongfang Sheng faintly smiled and did not explain anything. Facts speak louder than words. Very soon, this old buddy of his would know who was right and who was wrong.    

. . .    

On the 36th ring.    

Yang Fann's body was as calm as an ancient well, and he didn't seem to have the aura of a martial artist at all. He looked ordinary and ordinary, just like a Wealthy Young Master who didn't know anything about the martial arts!    

On the other hand, Zhao Wuwei's aura was surging violently. Vaguely, he could feel the surging energy coming from Zhao Wuwei's body. There seemed to be numerous transparent devils around him. Behind him, numerous terrifying Devil Qis were roaring towards the sky. Like a peerless Demon Dragon, it burst out from his body and wreaked havoc on the arena, corroding the ground inch by inch!!    

"I never thought that it would be this kid. I have to say. . . My luck is pretty good. One thousand Low Grade Spirit Crystals. Looks like it's already in my bag. Furthermore. . . This battle won't consume any of my Vital Spirit. This will be very beneficial to the upcoming battle!" He looked at the young figure in front of him, who still had a trace of immaturity. Zhao Wuwei could not help but smile. Amongst the two hundred and forty participating geniuses. . . Who was the strongest? Some people would think that it was A Peerless Monster and Hai Wuya from the Ji Yang Courtyard. There were also many people who thought that it was the Son of the Stars, Sima Xinghe. There were even some who thought highly of Heavenly Enchantress and Fang Qingxue. However, if one were to say that she was the weakest, there would definitely not be a second voice. That was the lower King level little devil in front of them. In this battle. . . He would definitely win this battle, and it would be as effortless as blowing off dust!!    

The next moment. . .    

Zhao Wujue looked down at Yang Fann from above, and said proudly, "Little devil, you are not my opponent. Obediently come down and admit defeat, so as to avoid suffering the pain of your flesh!!" His voice was filled with pride and conceit, as if giving Yang Fann the chance to admit defeat was his greatest gift.    

"You want me to admit defeat? With just you?" Yang Fann raised his brows, and a wisp of ridicule flashed across his face.    

"Little brat, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. You have no chance of winning this battle!" Zhao Wuwei frowned. Anger flashed in his eyes. He was giving face to his own Academy Lord. He'd let him go just now and given him a chance to admit defeat. This kid actually didn't appreciate his kindness. Did he really think that he wouldn't dare to do anything to him?    

As he spoke.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Devil Qis around his body were violently surging like tidal waves, wreaking havoc in all directions, causing the entire arena to seem to have turned into a world of Devil Qis, the sky and earth turning dark!!    

Yang Fann, who was a thousand feet away, was like a small boat in the midst of a stormy sea. He was in danger of being overturned at any moment!    

"What are you dawdling for? Just use whatever you have. You only have one chance to attack!" Yang Fann's voice was filled with impatience. This was because he was a disciple of the Holy Demon Courtyard. If it were other disciples of the other courtyards, Yang Fann wouldn't have talked so much with him. He would have slapped him to the ground long ago. What the hell was this? A mere Lower Quasi-emperor dared to talk nonsense in front of him. He had no idea what was going on!    

However, when these words entered the ears of the crowd, it completely changed their tastes.    

"Holy f * ck! Did I hear it wrong!? This kid actually dares to speak to Zhao Wuming like this? "    

"His strength isn't much, but his tone is very arrogant. Those who don't know would think that he is Lower Emperors!!!"    

. . .    

At this moment, even Mo Wuxie. . . Brother Dongfang. . . Sometimes, when it comes to the disciples under your tutelage, you have to strictly discipline them!!" People know how precious it is to know. He clearly did not have the strength to do so, yet he still insisted on holding on. Such a person was the most detestable. Furthermore, he didn't know what was good for him or what was good for him. In the end, he would only harm himself and his old friend!    

. . .    

As the person involved, Zhao Wuji was so angry that one Buddha appeared and two Buddhas rose to the sky. His cold killing intent flickered in his eyes. "What a reckless brat! You will definitely pay the price for your words!!! "    

In the next moment. . .    

"Die! The Great Demonic Hand!! "    

"Rumble. . . "    

The huge arena number 36 turned black in an instant. A huge Devil Qi hand that was the size of dozens of acres of farmland descended from the sky. Like the legendary Devil God's hand, it smashed down towards Yang Fann with a loud bang!    

. . .    

"What a good Zhao Wumeng. This Great Heavenly Devil Hand is very close to the Perfection Stage. He was afraid that there was only a slight gap between them, which was comparable to Top Quasi Emperor's all-out attack. This little devil is finished!"    

. . .    

In the blink of an eye!    

"This is your strongest power? Alright, this is the end of this boring game!!!" Yang Fann let out a lazy breath, moved his right hand, and lightly waved his palm.    

With this palm, not to mention using some martial skill Secret Technique, He didn't even use much of the power of the shell. But at this moment, how terrifying was he? Three months ago, he had already mastered the Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body. The power of nearly ten Law of power of the shell had passed. Although Yang Fann's Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body hadn't broken through to the Perfection Stage after absorbing a large amount of top grade Five Elemental Spirit Essences, it still hadn't broken through to the Perfection Stage yet. But there's also a qualitative leap in power, more than a few times. The Pure Strength Of Body had the power of nearly a hundred Laws, and it was comparable to Lower Emperors's all-out attack. Even if it was only a small portion of the power, the power contained within it. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

In less than a breath's time.    

Yang Fann shattered the devil hand that fell from the sky, and slammed his palm onto Zhao Wuji's body.    

"Pa!!"    

Zhao Wumie was sent flying dozens of meters away. His body was rolling in the air as he spat out blood and let out a heart-wrenching wail.    

"Bang!!!"    

Zhao Wuji crashed heavily onto the ground. His broken body twitched a few times. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead!!    

Insta-kill!    

. . .