Invincible Bloodline

"Thump! Thump! Thump! . . .    

Under the slow and steady footsteps, a black figure slowly stepped into the Spiritual Martial Temple.    

He was wearing a long black robe. His eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright. He had an extraordinary bearing, and his aura was restrained. His entire body was emitting a concept that had returned to its original state.    

Who else could it be if it wasn't the Yang Fann whom Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and the others had regarded as their hope?    

In the nick of time, Yang Fann finally arrived in time.    

"This kid has finally come. "    

Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord's heart was pounding. All of a sudden, he felt relieved.    

The heavy atmosphere in the entire Lingwu Palace seemed to have completely disappeared.    

The gazes of the group of Senior Elder that were looking at Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu changed all of a sudden and revealed an indescribable ridicule.    

Little bastard. . . Your good days have come to an end.    

There are no tigers or monkeys in the mountain that call themselves kings. Now that His Royal Highness Yang Fan is here, let's see how arrogant you are.    

Let the five young masters attack together. Little brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, who gave you the courage to do so?    

. . .    

"Strange? What on earth is going on?" A deep doubt flashed across Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's eyes, "Could it be that these old things think that this brat can defeat me? What kind of joke is this? "    

It was merely an ant that had just entered the Heavenly Witchcraft Realm. No matter how powerful the monster was, it would be its limit to fight against some half-step Senior Magi. Even the Most Powerful Monster in the history of Heavenly Witchcraft Temple could barely fight a half-step mid stage Senior Magus when it had just broken through to the Heavenly Witchcraft Realm.    

But now, he had already reached the Late Stage, and his combat strength was almost on par with Ancestral Witch's late stage expert.    

The gap between them couldn't be measured with logic. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a firefly or a bright moon.    

However, the expressions of these Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts Senior Elder didn't seem to be fake.    

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Yang Fann didn't even look at Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu. He just walked past him and arrived in front of Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord, "Holy Lord, let's give this battle to our disciples. We don't want them to say that our Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts is bullying the weak and that our victory is unfair. " Yang Fann would only be more arrogant if he were to be arrogant with me.    

When Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord heard this, he wanted to agree, but suddenly, his eyes widened. He cried out involuntarily, "Yang Fann, you broke through?" He had been too busy being surprised by Yang Fann's arrival, but he hadn't noticed Yang Fann's cultivation level.    

"Eight Stars Great Saint! His Royal Highness Yang Fan has actually broken through to the Eight Stars Great Saint!"    

"How long has it been? What a monster!"    

. . .    

At this moment, the other elders also reacted. Each and every one of them was horrified. It seemed like in less than 20 days, they had actually broken through again. Thinking about themselves, it had taken them a thousand years to break through from Huge Perfection to Eight Stars Great Saint.    

Sigh, comparing oneself to others, this is really infuriating!    

Fortunately, this monster was one of their people. If it appeared in the hostile Sacred Palace, they might not even be able to sleep soundly.    

. . .    

"F * ck, is there a need for this bunch of country bumpkins? No! It's just a Half-Step Heavenly Witchcraft who has broken through to the Heavenly Witchcraft Realm. It's not like he has attained the Dao and become a Saint. " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu rolled his eyes speechlessly. Damn it, this bunch of old fools from the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was too exaggerated. Those who didn't know about this would think that the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts had a new Saint.    

The Heaven Witch Clan was famous for its formidable Body. They rarely dabbled in the Soul. Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu couldn't even tell Yang Fann's true bone age, or even if he wasn't even fifty years old. Even the four invincible Ancestral Witch around him only thought that Yang Fann was very young, but he didn't know the exact bone age.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't be any better than these senior elders.    

He was known as the Most Powerful Monster of the Heaven Witch Clan. He had been nurtured by the Heaven Witch Clan since he was young. However, it still took him nearly three thousand years to break through to the Heavenly Witchcraft realm.    

A Heavenly Witchcraft who was less than fifty years old, this was simply unimaginable.    

. . .    

"I was lucky enough to have a breakthrough, that's nothing. " Yang Fann smiled modestly. Indeed, his breakthrough was not worthy of praise. He was different from the other Half-step Great Saint. He still needed to bitterly study the Great Dao and comprehend the realm. His mind had already reached the Eight Stars Great Saint, or even the Half-step Saint Stage. As long as he had enough energy, everything would come naturally.    

"Alright, I'll give this battle to you, Junior Brother Yang Fann. " Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord turned his eyes and said to Hao Qian, who had just stood up.    

"Yes, Holy Lord. "    

Hao Gan, who didn't have any confidence in himself, naturally wouldn't force himself to continue. If he acted recklessly, he would surely die.    

Even if Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu didn't kill him, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts wouldn't spare him. He would lose him. In a large world, let alone a Huge Perfection's son, even a Saint's son wouldn't be able to escape death.    

In the next moment. . .    

Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord smiled at Yang Fann and said, "Yang Fann, go down and give Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu some pointers. Teach him what it means to have someone stronger than him!"    

His voice was arrogant, totally not putting Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu in his eyes. It was as if Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had just started cultivating the martial arts. When Half-step Great Saint was still a mid stage Half-Step Saint, Yang Fann had the strength to crush any ordinary mid stage Half-Step Saint. Now that he had broken through to the Eight Stars Great Saint, his combat strength must have improved by leaps and bounds. Perhaps, even a Late Half-Step Saint would not be a match for him.    

Was it really difficult to give Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu some guidance?    

"Is this Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord really going to send this little devil to fight?" Although he had already expected that Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord would send Yang Fann to fight, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu still couldn't accept the reality of the situation. That was only a Eight Stars early stage Great Saint, not Holy Lord, and not a Half-Step Saint. "Or is it that Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts has completely given up on this gambling match?"    

However, it was impossible when he thought about it. It involved the ownership of a large world. As long as there was a chance, he would never give it up.    

However, soon, the doubts in his heart were replaced by raging flames of fury. Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord had actually asked this Heavenly Witchcraft early stage brat to give him guidance. It was an insult to him. This was a complete naked contempt. He was born until now. In the past million years, he had never suffered such a huge insult.    

"Good! Good! Good! Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord, and that little brat, you will definitely pay the price for what you just said!"    

The next moment. . .    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu stood up from his seat with a swoosh. His entire body was emitting a bone-piercing chill as he strode towards the center of the hall.    

"How dare you look down on His Highness The Holy Son? This human brat is courting death!"    

"It's been a long time since I saw His Highness get angry. Last time was ten thousand years ago. That Dark Evil Old Ghost was tortured by His Highness for three thousand years before he turned into ashes. This Human Junior will definitely die a miserable death. "    

. . .    

A cruel grin emerged on the faces of all the expert of Heavenly Witchcraft Temple. They looked at Yang Fann as if they were looking at a dead man.    

How dare a puny early stage Heavenly Witchcraft ant provoke their His Highness The Holy Son? They really had no idea how the word 'death' was written.    

. . . . . . . . . . . .    

"Yes, Holy Lord. I will definitely give him some guidance. "    

Yang Fann smiled faintly. He turned around and strode towards the center of the hall.    

"Little devil, you will die if you speak nonsense!" Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's eyes glinted coldly.    

"I am not sure if you will die if you speak nonsense. . . " Yang Fann shrugged lazily and said in a playful tone, "But the people who threatened me are now thirty feet tall. "    

"Hehe. . . Interesting! Little devil, I hope your bones are as sharp as your tongue. Later, I will break all the bones in your body piece by piece. " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu grinned hideously. His voice was like the grim reaper of hell, making one's hair stand on end.    

"Is this the way you choose to die? Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your wish!"    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

With a flash of light in Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord's hand, the Spiritual Force Holy Staff that represented supreme authority appeared in his hand.    

The next moment. . .    

Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord pointed at the center of the hall. In an instant, countless divine lights descended from the sky and formed an ancient and mysterious arena in the center of the hall.    

"Sharp tongued brat, let's fight on the stage!"    

The Cold Shine in Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's eyes flashed. He took a step forward and arrived at the battle arena.    

. . .