Invincible Bloodline

Countless non-humans were in an uproar. Their eyes could not hide their excitement. This time, they had really struck it rich. His Highness Cang Zhen had actually reached the semi-sage level. There was no longer any suspense in this battle.    

Although Young Master Starlight and Xing Wuji could be considered to have unparalleled combat strength, they were still far away from Demi-Saint Ancestor. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

On the other hand, alien expert, who had placed his treasure on Yang Fann's body, had all turned ashen. Many of them had even started cursing.    

At this moment, they didn't care whether Yang Fann was the young master of Starlight Sect or if he was someone they could afford to offend. They would never have thought that this would be the result of their greed. They had taken a fancy to the high odds of one to three. There was only one thought in their minds. That bastard had caused them to go bankrupt.    

Humans were like this, especially these crazy gamblers, who were even more unreasonable.    

. . .    

Below the platform, in the VIP seats.    

The group of Azure Dragon Clan's Demi-Saint Ancestor and Holy Lord's experts were looking at the experts of the three families with proud expressions on their faces. It was as if Xing Wuji, that idiot, dared to put up a bloody battle invitation for Third Prince. He didn't even piss his pants, and just looked at his own face. He was worthy of it!    

. . .    

On the arena.    

Cang Zhen, who looked like the reincarnation of the Ancient Dragon God, looked down at Yang Fann from above. The cruelest smile flashed across his face, "Spear, come. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

A black light that looked like the source of darkness cut through the Void.    

In the next moment. . .    

A two-meter long black dragon spear appeared in Cang Zhen's hand. In an instant, Cang Zhen's aura skyrocketed once again. It was rising steadily, as if it was about to catch up to a middle Semi-saint.    

"This. . . This. . . This is the Death Dragon Spear? Ancient Era's Black Dragon Clan. Most Powerful Emperor Black Dragon Emperor's Dragon Spear of Life?"    

" Hiss. . . I never thought that this supreme-grade Quasi-Saint Tool would actually be in Cang Zhen's hands. According to the legends, Black Dragon Emperor relied on this Dragon Spear of Death to kill twelve Half Saint expert and establish his prestige! "    

"He's dead for sure. This time, Xing Wuji is definitely dead for sure. Cang Zhen, who is holding the Death Dragon Spear. . . Even a middle Semi-saint wouldn't be able to put up a fight. "    

. . . . . . . . . . . .    

In all directions, except for the three families, no one else had high hopes for Yang Fann.    

Middle Semi-saint. Amongst the thirty-one Saint Clan, some of the lower ranked Saints only had such combat strength.    

"Wuji brat, die! Death Spear!!"    

Cang Zhen's eyes flashed with the most brutal killing intent. His body moved and tore open the space. He appeared in front of Yang Fann as if he had teleported and aimed his spear at Yang Fann's chest.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The two great Laws of Darkness and Death erupted wildly. Nothing in the world could not be killed!    

"Hiss! What a terrifying attack. "    

"This strength is comparable to a full-powered strike from a middle Semi-saint. "    

"It's over! Young Master Starlight could be considered a Chosen of his generation, but unfortunately, he found the wrong target. "    

. . . . . . . . . . . .    

At this moment, in the eyes of countless alien expert, Yang Fann was equal to a dead man. This spear strike could even severely injure Primary Semi-sage or even kill him, let alone Peak Holy Lord, who only had Xing Wuji's combat strength.    

. . .    

In a split second!    

"Ant-like thing, how dare you act so impudently in front of me?"    

"Rumble. . . "    

A disdainful shout was heard. Boundless starlight burst out from Yang Fann's body all of a sudden.    

His body was less than two meters tall. In an instant, he turned into a giant spirit that was several meters tall. The starlight around his body was dazzling. He looked like an ancient Star God that had descended into the world, sweeping away everything in his path.    

The Myriad Beast Holy Body Simulation was a comprehensive simulation. What Young Master Starlight, Xing Wuji, knew, was not as good as what he, Yang Fann, did not know. In fact, it was even more outstanding.    

This was the Starlight Clan's unique skill. The Star God Combat Physique was no exception.    

"Break for me!!!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

With a wave of his right arm, accompanied by the power of endless starlight, a punch landed on the Death Dragon Spear.    

This punch was like the angry strike of an ancient Star God. The power contained within it was so terrifying that it even faintly surpassed the realm of middle Semi-saint, directly catching up to the Late Semi-saint.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Terrifying energy waves swept in all directions, as if they were going to blow up the entire arena.    

"Ah. . . . . . "    

Cang Zhen let out a mournful wail as he threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The arms that held the Death Dragon Spear were extremely twisted. Even the Death Dragon Spear had fallen to the ground.    

"What?! How is this possible?"    

"This strength isn't much weaker than a Late Semi-saint. "    

"What a good Xing Wuji, he really hid it too well. "    

. . . . . . . .    

Countless of alien expert were stunned and terrified.    

Even the three expert of the Sun, Moon, and Star, who already knew Yang Fann's strength, had a shocked expression on their faces. Third Brother (Third Young Master) He was actually hiding something. Truly terrifying.    

The uneasiness that had surged because Cang Zhen had taken out the Death Dragon Spear vanished without a trace in an instant.    

. . .    

On the arena.    

"Impossible, Wuji brat, how can you have such strength?" Cang Zhen crazily circulated the Dragon Power in his body, crazily healing his injuries as he let out a hysterical roar.    

He couldn't believe it, he really couldn't believe it. One should know that a hundred years ago, Xing Wuji only had Peak Holy Lord's combat strength. There was still a big gap between them and the Half Holy Capital.    

How could he have such terrifying strength in such a short period of time?    

"Go to hell and ask the Death God. " Yang Fann's eyes were cold and murderous. Without giving Cang Zhen any time to catch his breath, he struck his palm at Cang Zhen's head.    

This palm strike was even stronger than the previous one. It had the power to fight a Late Semi-saint warrior.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

Cang Zhen let out a roar like a wild beast. The Dragon Power in his body surged wildly, forming layers of Dragon Power shields. He wanted to block Yang Fann's deadly punch.    

However, under the terrifying punch that was comparable to a Late Semi-saint, the hundreds of layers of Dragon Power Shields were like paper, easily blown into pieces.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The violent and invincible fist force struck Cang Zhen's abdomen. In an instant, it shattered Cang Zhen's intermediate Quasi-Saint Tool grade Azure Dragon Combat Armor. The terrifying force surged into Cang Zhen's body.    

"Puchi!" "Puchi! Puchi! . . .    

Terrifying bone cracking sounds rose and fell, causing one's hair to stand on end.    

Cang Zhen's entire body was sent flying like a torn cloth sack.    

"Die. "    

Yang Fann laughed evilly. He caught up with Cang Zhen and threw a punch at his head.    

As long as this punch hit its target, Cang Zhen would definitely die.    

"Stop!"    

"Xing Wuji, how dare you!"    

"Vile creature, what are you trying to do?!"    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Waves of Demi-Saint Ancestor's terrifying Qi erupted from the seats of the Azure Dragon Clan.    

"You are the one who is being presumptuous. "    

"Old man Cang Jue, do you want to destroy the bloody battle?"    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Almost at the same time, waves of semi-sage pressure erupted from the three clans, locking onto Demi-Saint Ancestor. They wanted to intervene in the bloody battle, but did they really think that these old fellows were dead?    

Not only that, on the judges' seats on the platform, the nine great Demi-Saint Ancestor were also glaring at Cang Jue and the other elders. The terrifying pressure had sealed off all four directions of Cang Jue and the others. As long as they dared to make any unusual movements, they would surely be struck by more than half of the saint pressure.    

"Senior Cang Jue, could it be that your Azure Dragon Clan wants to interfere in the sacred war and challenge the dignity of the Committee Of Elders?" In the middle of all the elders, the Peak Semi-saint coldly stared at the expert of the Azure Dragon Clan. His voice was filled with an indescribable anger.    

The actions of Cang Jue and the others were completely challenging the dignity of the nine of them. If they really got what they wanted, how could they put aside their old faces?    

"You all. . . " Cang Jue and the other half saints of the Azure Dragon Clan glared at them, but they didn't dare to make any more moves. The power of the Sun, Moon, and Star clans was not any weaker than theirs. If the nine elders were to be added to the mix, they would have absolutely no chance of winning.    

. . .    

On the arena.    

"No, Xing Wuji, I admit defeat, I admit defeat. . . " Seeing Yang Fann's iron fist smashing his own skull, Cang Zhen could no longer care about anything else and shouted.    

"Admit defeat? So what? I have said it before, you must die today, no one can save you. " Yang Fann remained unmoved. "Go to hell and repent!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

"Ah, no. . . . . . "    

. . .