Invincible Bloodline

Gasps of cold air were heard one after another. There was no end to it, although they had already expected this elimination round. It's gonna be cruel, but never would I have thought. . . There were a total of 26,836 people who had passed the first round of the test. They had passed the second round of the elimination round, and in the end. . . Less than 2,000 people left the Demonic Space safely. There were less than a tenth of them left. Only one out of the fifteen survived.    

Many rank 8 Sect were completely wiped out. Even among the Rank-9 warriors, there were a few of them. Three hundred geniuses who participated in the competition were all buried in the Demonic Space.    

It was tragic! An incomparable tragedy!    

After this battle, the structure of the major powers in Northern Bailiwick would most likely be rewritten. Many of the major powers would definitely be reshuffled.    

Those who could participate in Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle were all the top geniuses of the monster. In the past, even one or two of them had fallen. That would be a huge event that would shake the entire Sect. Now, all of them had fallen here. This blow was absolutely devastating, and it was enough to shake the foundations of the major sects.    

Of course, most of the spectators in the stands were just watching. The ones who had died weren't the geniuses of the Sect, so naturally, they wouldn't feel any heartache. Some of the evil people were even hoping that all the geniuses present would die. Only then would the Sect and their families have the chance to replace the hundred major sects.    

Very quickly, everyone turned their attention to somewhere else. They began to search for a person among the 1,868 remaining geniuses.    

"Yang Fann, which one is Yang Fann?"    

In this elimination round, the one who attracted the most attention was undoubtedly the mysterious dark horse, Yang Fann. First, he defeated Bei Lijian, then True Dragon Wu Mie, and finally broke through millions of years ago! No one had broken the destiny! He became the first Grade Nine Great Sects genius to enter the top ten of the points rankings!    

The limelight had even surpassed Zhen Wuxuan, the number one person on the scoreboard.    

Even Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun were curious about him.    

"Strange, is this Yang Fann really a disciple of the Holy Ji Sect?"    

"It looks like none of them look like him!"    

"Could it be a mistake?"    

. . .    

Among the forty-two remaining disciples of the Holy Ji Sect, The strongest amongst them was only a early stage Emperor. Such a cultivation base could not even be considered in the top 100 amongst the geniuses. Not to mention being on par with Seeded Evildoer, even a top tier monster could not be compared to him.    

As for Yang Fann, who was a half-step Top-Level King, he was directly ignored by everyone. At most, he could only exclaim in shock. This kid was really lucky. He wasn't even a Top-Level King, but he was still able to survive until now. There was no one else who had such luck.    

. . .    

On the Central Ring.    

The smile on Son Of Genuine Force's face froze as he was about to enjoy everyone's worshipping gaze. A hint of anger flashed across his eyes. He was the number one person on the scoreboard and the core of everyone. Who was that Yang Fann that came out of nowhere? That garlic could actually steal the limelight from him, Son Of Genuine Force.    

At this moment. . .    

Zhuo Blue Lotus, Fang Qingxue, and the other true disciples of the Holy Ji Sect couldn't help but look at Yang Fann, who was dressed in black and had an ordinary aura.    

Among the top ten geniuses of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, except for Yang Fann and Fang Qingxue, the rest of them had all fallen in Demonic Space. Their strength was still too weak. Amongst the twenty-six thousand plus geniuses participating in the competition, even if they couldn't be considered to be at the bottom, they wouldn't be much weaker.    

It was not like Fang Qingxue, who was lucky enough to meet Yang Fann. Death was inevitable.    

"Don't. . . Don't tell me, this. . . This little devil is Yang Fann?"    

"What kind of international joke is this? There's only this little devil that hasn't even grown all its hair, how could it be Yang Fann!!!"    

"F * ck! If this kid was Yang Fann, I would have immediately swallowed sh * t on the spot!!"    

"Swallowing shit?! I would f * cking slice his dick off!! "    

. . .    

In all directions, except for those who knew Yang Fann, no one believed that this black clothed little devil was Yang Fann. Who was Yang Fann? He was ranked eighth on the scoreboard, a heaven defying dark horse that was comparable to the ten great Seeded Evildoer. How could he be a little devil that wasn't even a Top-Level King?    

However, the truth was that cruel.    

Under Fang Qingxue, Zhuo Blue Lotus, and the others' words, Junior Brother Yang Fann, it was impossible for them not to believe it.    

"Gulp, gulp, gulp. . . . Yang. . . Yang Fann, this. . . This kid is really. . . Really Yang Fann. . . "    

"This kid doesn't seem to be even twenty yet, right? This. . . This. . . "    

" Is. . . Is he really still human? Could he be the illegitimate child of God?"    

"There really isn't the most monster, only the monster!!!"    

. . .    

Shock, incomparable shock. He had seen such an abnormal state before, but he had never seen such an abnormal state. A half-step Top-Level King had the strength to crush an Top-Level Emperor. Such a monster, not to mention the ten great true disciples, it was even Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun. It was something that had never happened before.    

At this moment, even the usually calm and composed Son Of Monarch couldn't sit still any longer. His eyes darted around, as if he was brewing something.    

Right at this moment. . .    

S erupted from the Sword God Mountain Villa. The voice was like the cry of a cuckoo, a Weeping Blood Ape. It was indescribably mournful. Ah! Yang Fann! You beast! You actually dared to kill my Jian'er! Die! Go to hell! There's no place for you in this world anymore! This enmity is irreconcilable! Even if you use all the water in the world, it will be hard for you to wash up!!"    

" What? Could it be. . . Could it be that Bei Lijian died at the hands of this little devil? " Zhen Wuxuan seemed to have vaguely understood something. He had heard of the Sword Immortal in the north - Bei Lijian's name. He was Monster Genius, who was ranked in the top five of the Sword God Mountain Villa, and his strength wasn't any weaker than a early stage Top-Level Emperor. Yang Fann, on the other hand, was able to defeat Bei Lijian with just a Quasi-Top-level Monarch Cultivation cultivation base. His talent had even faintly surpassed his. No wonder he was able to attract so many people's attention.    

Just as Zhen Wuxuan thought he had guessed it, another heart-wrenching cry erupted from the Holy Land Of True Dragon. "Roar! Yang Fann, you treacherous beast, how dare you offend your superior? You have killed me, Disciple. You are truly heinous and heinous. You have committed a heinous crime, both heaven and earth. I, Zhen Wu Holy Place, will not rest until you die!!"    

" Wh. . . What? Even True Dragon Wu Mie died in Yang Fann's hands. This. . . How is this possible? How is this possible. . . " Zhen Wuxuan's expression changed abruptly, his eyes were filled with disbelief. True Dragon Wu Mie was a lot stronger than Bei Lijian, and he was almost infinitely close to Seeded Evildoer. Even if he fought some of the Late Top-Level Emperor warriors, he wouldn't lose the ability to fight them.    

This. . . What kind of monster was this Yang Fann?    

At some point in time, Zhen Wuxuan felt a sense of defeat. Compared to this Yang Fann, he, Son Of Genuine Force, wasn't much stronger than an ordinary man.    

At this moment. . .    

"Manor Lord Ye, and Holy Lord True Dragon, do you think I'm just for decoration?" Son Of Monarch's expression turned cold, and he stood up with a swoosh. Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle's life and death were decided by fate, and no one was allowed to interfere. This was the rule. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Gujue and Holy Lord True Dragon dared to threaten Yang Fann. This was simply slapping Shang Tianxun's face and Grand Shang Royal Family's face!    

"No. . . I don't dare, I don't dare. . . "    

"Your Highness, please calm your anger. It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"    

. . .    

Ye Gujue and Ye Gujue heard him. Don't look at the Sword God Mountain Villa. The Holy Land Of True Dragon was one of the top few major powers in the Northern Bailiwick. There were as many expert as the clouds in the sect, and the experts were like rain in the sect. However, for a huge power like the Grand Shang Empire. . . Just two slightly stronger ants.    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun. . . Although they couldn't represent the entire Grand Shang Empire, it wouldn't be difficult for them to destroy the two holy lands. At most, they would have to pay a price.    

"Hmph!!!" He coldly glanced at Ye Gujue and the other man, then slowly sat down. After all, they were two holy lands. With just the power he controlled, he would have to pay some price to destroy them. Besides, if he destroyed them because of this, it would easily cause panic in the other Sect.    

. . .    

Martial Arena's Central Ring.    

"Yang Fann, you're good. I'll remember you!" Little Sword-god, Ximen Piaoxue, looked down at Yang Fann from above. A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.    

"How dare you kill a disciple of Holy Land Of True Dragon? Yang Fann, you are really bold. I pray that you do not meet me in the finals. Otherwise, I will let you know what is worse than death. " Zhen Longwushuang stared at Yang Fann with his eyes. His voice was like the howl of a ghost from hell, causing one's hair to stand on end.    

Ye Gujue and the others couldn't attack at will, but Ximen Piaoxue and the others who were also participating in the competition didn't have this concern.    

"It's you guys who should pray. " Yang Fann's sword-shaped eyebrows twitched. He smiled disdainfully and said word by word, "Otherwise, I will definitely beat you all to death!"    

In an instant, the four stands were in an uproar.    

"Sss. . . We have shed all pretenses of cordiality. This is a true fight to the death!"    

"This Yang Fann is too impulsive. With his heaven-defying talent, Holy Son Of The True Dragon and Little Sword-god won't be a match for him in a few decades. It's hard to say what will happen now!"    

"It's hard to predict the outcome of this battle. In my opinion, this Yang Fann is just courting death. Does he really think that no one will be able to stop him if he wins True Dragon Wu Mie?"    

"That's right! A petty person has achieved success! Holy Son Of The True Dragon and Little Sword-god were not True Dragon Wu Mie. They were both able to enter the top five of the Ten Great Seeded Evildoer. "    

. . .    

"Yang Fann, I will remember you!" Feng Xian, one of the three great Seeded Evildoer of Zhen Wu Holy Place, was dressed in a red robe, and she looked like a fiery phoenix. Feng Xian's beautiful eyes shifted, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. It was as if she wanted to engrave Yang Fann in her mind.    

The other Seeded Evildoer also looked at Yang Fann with interest.    

"What a good Yang Fann, interesting. . . "    

. . .