Invincible Bloodline

When the group of Ancestral Witch heard this, they almost fainted from anger. They had seen an exorbitant demand before, but they had never seen such a big demand before. A few holy artifacts? Did they really think that holy artifacts were weeds on the ground? Did they really think that they could be as many as they wanted?    

It wasn't just the group of Ancestral Witch. Even the elders in the main hall were startled. His Highness' appetite was truly extraordinary. A saint artifact was different from a Quasi-Saint Tool. Even a true Saint Sovereign might not have a few saint weapons in his possession. For Half-Step Saint like them, having a saint weapon was as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn.    

Even amongst the group of Great Elemental Old Man, not everyone had a saint weapon.    

"Hu. . . " He took a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, Ancestral Witch forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Yang Fann, don't force us. Even if we agree, we won't be able to take out a saint artifact. This is the Star Shattering Axe, a top grade Quasi-Saint Tool. We are willing to use this Star Shattering Axe to exchange for His Highness The Holy Son. "    

"If you don't have a saint artifact, then don't say anything about exchanging it with me. "    

He asked for an exorbitant price and paid it back on the spot. Ancestral Witch might not be able to take out a few holy weapons. However, Yang Fann would never believe that there was not a single saint artifact. The weakest of these sixteen Ancestral Witch's experts was Ancestral Witch, who was at the pinnacle. The four of them weren't weaker than Great Elemental Old Man from the Sacred Palace. There were so many experts. If they couldn't even take out a single saint artifact, then what could the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple use to compete with the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts?    

One must know that in the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, more than half of the Great Elders had saint weapons.    

"Yang Fann, you. . . You. . . Don't go too far. " Ancestral Witch's expert's voice was trembling, as if it had reached the limit of its patience. It wasn't that they really didn't have holy weapons, there was more than one. He also had two other invincible Ancestral Witch. Each of them had a saint weapon, but no one was willing to trade for it.    

They had already refined those three Saint Weapons into their own natal treasures. Once they handed them over. . . It wasn't as simple as losing a supreme treasure. It would severely injure their Shaman Souls. A sudden drop in cultivation was light, and if one wasn't careful. . . It was possible that their origin would be shaken, and they would have no chance of becoming a Wizard Saint for the rest of their lives. The price was too great.    

"Hehe. . . Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I have already stated my conditions. Whether you are willing or not is up to you. " Yang Fann shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He was eager to drag this out as long as possible. During this period of time, he had been devouring and refining Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's Strength of Original Life with all his might.    

"Yang Fann, you. . . " Ancestral Witch was flustered and exasperated. However, he couldn't do anything against Yang Fann who refused to give in. In the end, he could only look at Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord. "Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord, we have already lost the bet. We have given up the Heavenly Spirit World, but you guys are still making things difficult for us. Do you really think that Heaven Witch Clan is easy to bully?"    

"Red Devil Ancestral Witch, don't speak nonsense. How can it be that the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts is making things difficult for you? Do you think that your Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu is inferior to a few mere saint weapons?" Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord looked at Ancestral Witch with a playful look. It was naturally impossible for him to destroy Yang Fann's platform on purpose.    

Furthermore, all of this was what he wanted to see. How could he let go of this opportunity given by the heavens if he didn't let the Heaven Witch Clan pay a huge price?    

When Ancestral Witch heard this, he was speechless for a moment. Given Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's status in the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple, he naturally couldn't be compared to a few holy weapons. However, the key was that they were all alone outside, and they didn't have any extra holy weapons that could be used to redeem Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu.    

"A Elementary Sacristy. We are willing to exchange a Elementary Sacristy for His Highness The Holy Son. " Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch sighed helplessly and chose to compromise. No matter what, His Highness The Holy Son couldn't afford to lose it.    

"A Elementary Sacristy? Is Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu worth that much?" Yang Fann sneered, "Three. If one Elementary Sacristy is missing, all of you can wait to collect Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's corpse!" Yang Fann had considered this offer carefully. If he asked for less, he would be at a disadvantage. However, if the price was too high, it wouldn't be good for the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple to give up on Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu.    

Although Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had unparalleled potential, his potential was still his potential. Before he transformed into true strength, his status in Heavenly Witchcraft Temple was probably only comparable to an ordinary low level Holy Shaman.    

"Damn it, how did this brat know that we have three holy weapons?"    

Ancestral Witch cursed in his heart. If it wasn't for the fact that he was surrounded by the old men of the Heaven Witch Clan, he would have suspected that there was a spy of Yang Fann among them. Otherwise, how could he have known about this so clearly?    

. . .    

After a moment of silence, Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch gritted his teeth and said, "Two, at most two Ancestral Witchs. "    

"Three, one less is not worth mentioning. " Yang Fann said in a tough tone. Both saint artifacts were out, so why would he care about another one?    

"Yang Fann, you. . . " Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch gnashed his teeth in hatred. This young man was really asking for an inch, he had gone too far.    

"Hehe. . . . "    

Yang Fann chuckled, showing no signs of compromising. He believed that Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch would definitely make the right choice.    

To be honest, even the weakest saint, Saint Sovereign, was worth more than three Elementary Sacristys. If he refused to give out three Elementary Sacristys, then Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's status in Heavenly Witchcraft Temple would be the same. Even if Yang Fann devoured and refined him, the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple would never stand up for him and start a war with the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

. . .    

"Yang Fann, you win. We agree to the three Elementary Sacristys. " After communicating mentally with the rest of the Ancestral Witch, Red Devil finally chose to compromise. It was fine for the rest of them, but Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu and the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple really couldn't afford to lose anything.    

However, Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch still played a trick on them. "But we don't have any saint artifacts with us. Those three Elementary Sacristys can only be given to you after we return to the Sacred Palace. "    

Yang Fann nodded his head happily. "No problem. "    

"Looks like this Yang Fann isn't that annoying. " Red Devil Ancestral Witch and the others were delighted when they heard this. The way they looked at Yang Fann seemed to have softened a lot.    

However, right at this moment. . . . . .    

Yang Fann continued, "Pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. When you send the three saint artifacts to me, I will hand Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu over to you. " Yang Fann couldn't wait for them to come and redeem Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu later. He wanted to absorb more of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's Strength of Origin. In any case, they didn't say that they would give Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu to them unharmed. As long as Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu didn't die, everything would be fine.    

"Sure enough, His Royal Highness Yang Fan won't give in so easily. " The surrounding elders had a look of understanding on their faces.    

"Yang Fann, what do you mean? Could it be that you don't trust the Heaven Witch Clan?" Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch was furious, "Our Heaven Witch Clan has always kept our word. We won't blame you for having three holy weapons. "    

"Don't be too full of yourself. Who was the one who broke the bet and attacked me just now?" Yang Fann smiled disdainfully. Did he really think he was that bad guy? As long as he had enough benefits, what was the big deal if he broke his promise? He was afraid that if he let Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu go, the two of them would turn against each other.    

The group of Ancestral Witch was so angry that their faces turned red. They wanted to refute him, but they couldn't find any words to refute him. What Yang Fann said was the truth.    

They were really prepared to snatch Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu back by force. If Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and the other elders hadn't deterred them, they would have attacked long ago.    

"You have nothing to say! Go back and collect the ransom. I will let Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu go when I have enough of the three saint artifacts. "    

"Yang Fann, I hope you can keep your promise. Otherwise, my Heaven Witch Clan will never divorce you. " Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch warned Yang Fann, and then a flash of determination appeared in his eyes.    

The next moment. . .    

A pair of golden hammers engraved with endless devil marks appeared in his hands, "This is the holy weapon, the Golden Devil God Hammer. . . "    

As he spoke, Scarlet Devil Ancestral Witch glanced at the two great Ancestral Witch.    

Although the two great Ancestral Witch were reluctant to part with it, in the end, they still took out their natal saint artifacts.    

"Together with this God Slaying Blade and Star God Shield, there are three saint artifacts here. Let His Highness The Holy Son go immediately. "    

. . .