Invincible Bloodline

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu didn't put Yang Fann in his eyes at the beginning. It was just a Heavenly Witchcraft early stage aphid. There were at least three thousand Heavenly Witchcraft that died in his hands. There was no need to worry about them, they could be killed with a flick of his finger.    

He had never thought that Yang Fann would have such a monster. Not only was the Body as powerful as a Senior Magus, its speed was so fast that even his Late Senior Magus expert couldn't react in time. Although the slaps did not harm him in the slightest, they had trampled on his dignity, causing him to burn with rage. It was like a billion volcanoes had erupted in his heart.    

Die! This damned Little Brute must die!    

For millions of years, he, Wu Tianxing, had never suffered such humiliation.    

If he did not kill this kid. . . He wouldn't have the face to stand in this world as the son of the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple.    

In an instant, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu couldn't care less about anything else. He unleashed his Senior Demon Combat Physique, and his combat strength and Qi rose to the peak.    

At this moment, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's Qi was so powerful that it was almost as if some late Half-Step Saint warriors had just woken up from the ancient era. With just a wave of his hand, he could capture the stars, capture the moon, and move mountains and fill seas.    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble! . . .    

Under the terrifying pressure of his aura, this large area of space had completely condensed and collapsed. Endless streams of air were raging, flowing in reverse, collapsing.    

"Roar! Little Brute, if I don't grind your bones and scatter your ashes, I won't be called Wu Tianxing!"    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's voice was like a Enmity. It was like the roar of a malicious ghost, echoing between heaven and earth.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Pa. . . "    

A resounding slap resounded once more, and in an instant, the entire Wildlands fell silent.    

"Ah! This. . . This. . . How is this possible. . . How is this possible. . . " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu was extremely shocked, and his eyes seemed to be flickering with traces of indescribable terror. One had to know that at this moment, he had already revealed his true battle form - the Senior Demon Battle Body. It could be said that he had already reached his peak state, but there was still no reaction from him. He had just received a slap from Little Brute at a terrifying speed. It was simply unimaginable. He was afraid that even some Late Half-Step Saint experts couldn't match up to him.    

However, what was his cultivation base? A Eight Stars early stage Great Saint, a mere Eight Stars early stage Great Saint. How could there be such a monster in this world?    

Vaguely, he seemed to understand why Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord didn't send the number one young master, Hao Gan, to fight the battle, but instead sent a little devil whose cultivation base was miles away.    

"It seems like your name won't be able to be preserved. Why don't you take my surname, Yang Tianxing? This name sounds much better than that Wu Tianxing. " A hint of ridicule flashed across Yang Fann's face. His figure moved and he gave it to Wu Tianxing again. Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu gave him a big slap in the face.    

Damn it, this slap was really addicting.    

. . .    

"Hahaha. . . Your Highness's idea is not bad. Why don't we just thoroughly worship Your Highness as your godfather?"    

"But that also depends on whether Your Highness is willing or not! This trash, His Highness might not be interested in him. "    

"That's right, what kind of talent does His Highness have? Not every Tom, Dick or Harry can be His Highness's godson. "    

. . .    

The group of elders laughed wantonly. All they heard was that the Heavenly Witchcraft Temples of the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple were red in the face and glaring at them. This was going too far. This group of bastards was really going too far. If it wasn't for the trace of rationality in their hearts telling them that this was the trump card of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, they would have been at a disadvantage if they were to fight. They would have started a fight a long time ago.    

However, there was also a faint complaint about Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu in their hearts. In the past, they had boasted so much. But now, they couldn't even deal with a Heavenly Witchcraft early stage ant. This was truly a disgrace to the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple.    

Or should it be that we were wrong? Our own Saint son was just an imposter. All those stunning performances were just a show he found and put on. Otherwise, why would he behave so badly?    

He was just an ant at the Heavenly Witchcraft early stage. No matter what kind of monster he had, he shouldn't have made His Highness The Holy Son so helpless.    

. . .    

In the arena.    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu gradually calmed down. His eyes were shining with the light of wisdom. "Yang Fann, I almost fell into your trap. You are just a clown trying to infuriate me so that I would lose my sense of propriety. With your meager strength, so what if you are fast? You can't break my defense at all, but you. . . I only need one punch to take your life. "    

At this moment, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had once again regained his composure. The fury in his heart had completely vanished. Little Brute's strength was so weak that he was in an undefeatable position. The victory of this battle would only belong to him.    

Lowly aphids, jump around as much as you want. When your magic power is exhausted, it will be the time of your death!    

. . .    

"Good, good, good, good! As expected of His Highness The Holy Son, he found Little Brute's weakness so quickly. "    

"So what if he's fast? If he can't break the defense, he's a piece of trash!"    

"One punch. His Highness The Holy Son only needs one punch to finish him off!"    

. . .    

In an instant, the morale of all the expert in Heavenly Witchcraft Temple was boosted, and their previous low spirits were swept away. A moment of complacency was nothing to them. Whoever could laugh until the end would be the true victor.    

However, right at this moment. . .    

"No power? Can't break the defense?" Yang Fann smiled. Poor guy, have you never noticed that I was just toying with you just now?    

The next moment. . .    

Yang Fann instantly appeared in front of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu and struck out with his palm.    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu, who thought that he had seen through Yang Fann's background, didn't put up any defense and allowed Yang Fann's palm to hit him.    

Anyway, this aphid wouldn't be able to break through his defense.    

"Bang. . . "    

Yang Fann's palm landed on the left side of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's face.    

"Ah. . . "    

In an instant, a miserable wail resounded across the world. A mouthful of golden blood, which looked like a small pond, mixed with broken teeth, sprayed into the air.    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's terrifying body that was like a giant spirit was even more like a tattered cloth sack as it flew backwards.    

Yang Fann didn't use any power of law in this palm strike. However, with the vast power in his body and the enhancement of the Myriad Beast Holy Body, the power of this palm strike was no weaker than a full-powered strike from a mid stage Half-Step Saint. One should know that after breaking through to the Eight Stars Great Saint, Yang Fann's power of the shell had also doubled under the cleansing of this terrifying power.    

At this moment, with just the power of the shell alone, Yang Fann was able to suppress some Huge Perfection Holy Lord experts.    

"Is this palm of mine strong enough?"    

While they were talking, Yang Fann had already stood up and slapped Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu, who was staring at him like he was seeing stars.    

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you feel satisfied?"    

Yang Fann asked and answered his own questions. He did not give Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu the chance to speak at all. Instead, he started beating Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu up crazily from left to right.    

"Papapapa. . . Papapapa. . . Papapapa. . . "    

"Wuwuwu. . . How could this be, how could this be. . . The heavens are unfair. . . How could there be such a monster in this world. . . Wuwuwu. . . " A heart-wrenching roar burst out from Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's heart. He was only a Heavenly Witchcraft early stage. He was only a Heavenly Witchcraft early stage, and his speed was much faster than Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's. Even his strength wasn't much weaker than Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's, there was no justice in this world. How could he not give others a chance to live? How unfair was the heavens!?    

. . .    

"Pitiful! Pitiful! Pitiful! I can't watch any longer. "    

"This time, his mother is truly beaten until she doesn't even recognize him. "    

"What do you think you need to do? Just be honest and take a beating. What's the point of talking?"    

"Some people are just so overconfident. How is it now? His Highness must be serious. What do you think you are if you don't make a fool of yourself?"    

. . .    

The group of elders shook their heads and sighed repeatedly. However, when they looked at their mocking gazes, no matter what, it made people feel as if they were taking pleasure in their misfortune.    

. . .    

"Damn it, this. . . How could this be? He. . . How could he have such power? . . . " The group of Ancestral Witch's expert were dumbfounded. They were still doubtful of his speed due to the barrier. However, they could truly feel this strength. This strength was definitely not weaker than an ordinary mid stage Ancestral Witch. In fact, it might even surpass him.    

The Heaven Witch Clan was the best at using this kind of strength. Their senses would never be wrong in this aspect.    

Heavenly Witchcraft early stage, mid stage Ancestral Witch's strength. Motherf * cker! Is this really a human?    

. . .    

In the arena.    

Yang Fann seemed to be tired of fighting. A trace of impatience flashed across his eyes, "Alright, the game ends here. Remember, you have to pay the price for being arrogant in your next life. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, a Devouring Black Hole appeared out of thin air and collided with Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's terrifying body.    

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