Invincible Bloodline

All the geniuses were in a dilemma, and they forfeited. They were unwilling to forfeit the competition. They had risked their lives to obtain those points, and for this. . . They had been heavily injured and dying countless times, but they could still continue to participate in the competition. They weren't very confident that they would be able to escape unscathed. Besides the high and mighty Seeded Evildoer, the third stage of the competition was extremely difficult. Who else dared to say that they had full confidence that they would be able to advance smoothly? Even if it was the top hundred of the points ranking, or even the top thirty geniuses. . . If one was not careful, there was a possibility that they would die.    

For a moment, it was truly a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat!!    

. . .    

While the elites were hesitating, the spectators in the stands were also whispering to each other and discussing. . .    

"This round is really hard to pass. "    

"I wonder how many geniuses will be participating in the third round. Will there be over seven hundred people?"    

"Seven hundred people? I think it's a bit hard to say. Will five hundred people be participating in the third stage? It's a big unknown!!! "    

" Indeed, it's impossible to have that many. In the third round, there are five hundred people in the top five hundred of the points ranking. There's no chance of winning at all. If they go up, they'll just be sending vegetables. "    

. . .    

"That's not necessarily true. It's easy to say the word 'give up', but how many people can give up their points so easily?"    

"That makes sense. One billion points can be exchanged for a quasi-magic treasure, and in their hands. . . One billion?"    

"Besides, as long as it's a person, he or she has the intention of being lucky. Who says that I will definitely be eliminated? What if I win by luck?"    

"In my opinion, the final number of participants will definitely exceed five hundred. Even seven hundred participants might not be impossible. "    

. . .    

Soon, the time for an incense stick to burn passed quietly.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun took a step forward and appeared in the sky above Central Ring once again. They looked down at the geniuses from above. Their voices were like the voice of a god, high and mighty. "Alright! The time is up. Tell me, your choice. Continue the competition. Those who give up their power, come to my left side. "    

The next moment. . .    

" Rustle, rustle, rustle. . . "    

One after another, young geniuses walked out from the crowd and stood on the left side of Son Of Monarch, Shang Tianxun. There were both men and women.    

In the time it takes to breathe.    

There were more than two hundred figures on Son Of Monarch's left side, but at this moment, the speed of their growth slowed down.    

. . .    

Three breaths later.    

"Are there still people who choose to give up?" Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun frowned slightly and shouted loudly. The situation was out of his expectation. He thought that the final number of participants would not exceed five hundred, but he did not expect there to be so many. It was almost seven hundred and fifty.    

On the four viewing platforms, many martial artist even sucked in a breath of cold air. This number was far beyond their imagination. Were they not afraid that their bodies and souls would be destroyed, and their thousand years of bitter cultivation would be wasted?    

As expected, greed was the original sin!!    

Quite a few of the Chosen had their eyes covered by greed. They did not know how much they were worth.    

. . .    

They waited for another three breaths.    

"I'll ask you one last time. Is there anyone who gives up?"    

Finally, he asked again loudly. Seeing that no one stepped out, Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun didn't ask any more questions. He had already given them the chance, but they were too greedy and wanted to die. They couldn't blame him for that.    

Besides, the more geniuses of Sect died, the more beneficial it would be for the Grand Shang Royal Family.    

Middle-earth was considered big and small. It only had a lot of resources. If the Sect took up a lot of resources, the Emperor Dynasty would get less. Between the two of them, they were born to be enemies. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a huge gap between them and the The Demonic Clan, as well as the fact that the The Demonic Clan was eyeing them covetously, a great war would have broken out between the Sect and the Imperial Empire a long time ago.    

In the next moment. . .    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun waved their hands. In an instant, numerous Seven-colored Divine Light fell from the sky and wrapped around the two hundred and fifty-seven people who had abandoned their power on the left, bringing them out of Central Ring.    

These Seven-colored Divine Light seemed to really possess Sagacitys, as they had clearly brought all the geniuses to their respective Sect and holy lands.    

Very quickly, in the huge Central Ring. . . There were only 743 people left. Among them. . . Most of them were the true disciples of the Sacred Land, and they were almost at the 8th layer. Compared to the other rank 8 and Grade Nine Sect geniuses, the disciples of the Sacred Land were undoubtedly more confident. Most importantly, the Eight Great Sacred Areas. . . Although there were many conflicts and competition in the dark, However, on the surface, they were still harmonious, harmonious, and harmonious. Under the eyes of everyone, it was not very likely that they would kill him. As for those rank 8 and the geniuses of the Grade Nine Sect. . . They simply ignored them. This wasn't the Demonic Space. Even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare to do anything to them.    

Being hated by a holy land wasn't a joke.    

During this period of time, the Vajra Overlord Xiong Ba still couldn't suppress the greed in his heart and chose to continue participating in the competition. Regarding this, Yang Fann didn't have much to say. This path was chosen by himself. Whether he lived or died, it all depended on his luck.    

Furthermore, to be honest, he didn't have a deep friendship with Xiong Ba. On the account that they were from the same sect, persuading him could be considered as showing his utmost benevolence.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Yang Fann, how dare you not give up? Be a coward, alright! Very good!" Holy Son Of The True Dragon's eyes lit up. He stared at Yang Fann like a hunter looking at his prey. He said coldly, "I hope I can catch you later. When the time comes, I will let you know what it means to wish you were dead!"    

Little Sword-god, who was not far away, didn't say anything. However, his eyes were filled with coldness when he looked at Yang Fann. It was as if Yang Fann was already a dead man in his eyes.    

"This is exactly what I wanted to say. Zhen Longwushuang, wash your neck and wait!" A cold light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes, and he didn't budge an inch.    

. . .    

At that moment.    

"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" . . .    

Dazzling Seven-colored Divine Light burst out from the ring and instantly enveloped the 743 participants. Finally, it turned into a seven-colored cloud and dragged the participants into the sky.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

The Central Ring, which had hundreds of thousands of acres of farmland, started to shake violently. A small arena the size of a hundred acres of farmland rose from the ground. There were not many of them, but there were exactly a hundred of them.    

Every arena was surrounded by powerful Formation Barriers. Even if it was a battle between two Invincible Emperor, they wouldn't be able to destroy the surrounding barrier. It would affect the surroundings of the arena, and it would be enough for all the geniuses to do whatever they wanted.    

"I hereby announce that the third round of Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle - the top hundred advancement competition will begin. All the geniuses, step onto the arena. "    

Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun had just finished speaking.    

"Bang. . . "    

The huge seven-colored cloud exploded with a loud bang and turned into small clouds. Each cloud carried a genius and floated down to the different arenas.    

Just like what Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun had said before, they were evenly distributed. There were eight people in each ring, and seven people in each ring.    

. . .    

Forty Ring Two.    

This was the arena where Yang Fann was. The entire arena looked like a hundred acres of farmland in the outside world, but it was actually a different world. The space within was no less than ten thousand acres of farmland.    

In an instant, the gazes of the spectators from all four directions had gathered. As the number one dark horse of this year's Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle and the Most Powerful Monster of history, the curiosity in everyone's hearts had far surpassed the curiosity of the other Seeded Evildoer.    

When they saw everyone on the arena clearly, in an instant. . . Everyone looked at Yang Fann with a trace of pity in their eyes. Among the many Seeded Evildoer, Yang Fann was definitely the most unfortunate one. He was just like the other Seeded Evildoer. The one with the worst luck, Blue Lotus, Li Taibai, had encountered two Secondary Evildoer who was ranked in the top 30. The other five were all outside of the top 100 of the scoreboard. As for Yang Fann, he had defeated eight people in one round. Look at those seven people. They were from the Sword God Mountain Villa's Eastern Sword Immortal - Dong Longwang. The scorching sun of the Nine Yang Holy Land, War Emperor - Yang Jiutian, and the Holy Land Of True Dragon's White Dragon Young Master Bai Chen. These were all Secondary Evildoer who ranked in the top thirty of the points ranking, especially the Burning Sun War Emperor, Yang Jiutian. He was known as the second strongest young man in the Nine Solar Holy Lands. He was extremely powerful. He was not any weaker than the second monster, True Dragon Wu Mie, in Holy Land Of True Dragon. Among all the geniuses, he could be said to have firmly entered the top fifteen.    

Apart from the three great Secondary Evildoer, the other four weren't ordinary geniuses either. All of them were the top 100 geniuses on the scoreboard, and their rankings weren't low either. The lowest ranked person was ranked fifty-eight on the points ranking.    

. . .    

"Good! Good! Good! How dare you kill me, Disciple Wu Mie, this is retribution! There's no need for Wushuang Disciple to make a move. This Little Brute will also be doomed!" Holy Lord True Dragon gave a ferocious smile and said 'good' three times in a row. With Dong Longwang's strength, he was the strongest. With the strength of Bai Chen, the three great Secondary Evildoer, and Top-Level Heaven's Pride, who was ranked in the top 60 of the scoreboard. . . This combat strength was absolutely shocking. He could even fight a few peak Top-Level Emperor warriors.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

His white clothes fluttered in the wind, as if Sword Immortal had come to the mortal world. Dongfang Sword Immortal's eyebrows twitched. He suggested, "Everyone, let's combine our strength and finish this Yang Fann first. Then we'll have a showdown. How about it?"    

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