Invincible Bloodline

With just a single palm strike, he had destroyed the reliance of the gods - the Ten Thousand Gods Great Formation.    

Without the protection of the Ten Thousand Gods Great Formation, how could the gods defend against the attack of the Army Of Yang Family?    

Not to mention, those gods had long been scared out of their wits by Yang Fann's terrifying palm strike. They simply couldn't muster up any fighting spirit.    

It was a complete one-sided suppression.    

In just six hours, hundreds of millions of Divine Country had been breached. Countless Gods had become prisoners, imprisoned in the various warships like pigs and sheep.    

Just as countless deities were in despair, their saviour finally arrived.    

Cyan Dragon King, one of the five great Sovereign God arrived. In an instant, the morale of the despairing gods shook, and a ray of hope blossomed in their hearts.    

The Central Dragon God, Cyan Dragon King, was not only the supreme Sovereign God, but also the number one Sovereign God. He was the number one Sovereign God in the world. His strength was also the strongest among the five great Sovereign God.    

With his help, he would definitely be able to defeat these damn Evil Gods.    

. . .    

Above the starry sky.    

Cyan Dragon King's Dragon Crystal, which was like two small stars, was covered in blood and looked like it was about to drip out. Not only could he not sense the aura of his son, Azure Dragon Divine Master, he could not even find a single disciple of the Azure Dragon God Clan.    

He was extinct. Their Azure Dragon God Race was gone just like that.    

Roar! This grudge, this hatred! They were absolutely irreconcilable enemies! Even if he used all the water in the world, it would still be difficult for him to wash up.    

"Roar! Evil God, you deserve to die ten thousand times over!" Cyan Dragon King's voice was boiling, and his hatred was overflowing to the heavens. "I will imprison your Soul and make you suffer the pain of being burned by the dragon flames for all your lives. "    

"Long bug, with just you?" A trace of deep disdain flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. Although Cyan Dragon King's strength had exceeded his expectations and had already reached the peak of Fourth Grade Saint, which was only a step away from the Fifth Grade Saint, when compared to Yang Fann. . . There's still a clear gap.    

It was also because Cyan Dragon King did not see him attack just now. Otherwise, Yang Fann would have suspected whether Cyan Dragon King would still dare to show his face, or perhaps he would have already fled back to Divine Country with his tail between his legs.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

A fierce light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. He tore open the space and lunged at Cyan Dragon King.    

"Long bug, be obedient and become my nourishment for my growth. "    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

The Laws of the Five Elements, Devour, and Destruction wildly flickered.    

In an instant, a palm struck out towards Cyan Dragon King. It was a direct strike, a swift and decisive strike.    

Yang Fann didn't hold back much either. The terrifying power of this palm was infinitely close to the power of a Sixth Order Saint.    

"Ah, not good. . . "    

Cyan Dragon King's expression changed. Suddenly, a sense of imminent danger swept across his heart.    

"Dragon God's Pearl, block it for me. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

A green dragon pearl that looked like a star suddenly shot out from Cyan Dragon King's mouth.    

The Pearl of the Dragon God - the ultimate treasure of Cyan Dragon King. It was a holy artifact that had transcended three Saint Tribulations.    

With the addition of the power of Cyan Dragon King, a Fourth Order Saint, the Pearl of the Dragon God was strong enough to fight against a Fifth Order Saint.    

However, compared to the terrifying power of the Sixth Order Saint that Yang Fann had, the power of the Pearl of the Dragon God was still far from enough.    

One breath's time.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

The Pearl of the Dragon God let out a sorrowful cry as it flew towards Cyan Dragon King.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand came crashing down, slamming onto Cyan Dragon King's dragon head.    

"Ahh. . . "    

With a miserable wail, Cyan Dragon King's dragon head, which was as large as a star, caved in.    

Dragon blood kept dripping down like a small lake.    

It was as heavy as a star. The stars in the square Divine Country were shattered by the dragon blood.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Rays of holy light flashed through Cyan Dragon King's wounds, and the sunken dragon head instantly recovered.    

This was the terrifying part of a true Sacred Body. One would be reborn from a drop of blood. Unless one could completely destroy the shell of the body and destroy all the Blood Essences, one would be able to completely recover in an instant.    

It was too difficult to kill a Saint without surpassing a few levels.    

He glared at Yang Fann fiercely, as if he wanted to carve Yang Fann's entire body into his mind.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Cyan Dragon King's terrifying dragon body, which was tens of thousands of miles long, trembled. In an instant, it transformed into a tall man wearing dragon armor.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

With a twist of his body, Cyan Dragon King tore through the void and fled into the distant starry sky.    

It was just a single exchange of blows, and Cyan Dragon King understood it. He was absolutely no match for that evil god.    

He would be the one to die in this deathmatch.    

Although Saint Sovereign could be reborn with a drop of blood, every time he was reborn, it would consume a huge amount of energy. If Holy Sovereign was killed thousands of times in a row, only death awaited him.    

If he wanted to deal with that evil god, Only then would he have a chance of winning.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ . . . Run, Cyan Dragon King. . . Ran away just like that, how could it be like this. . . How could it be like this? . . . " In the starry sky, all the deities couldn't believe what they were seeing. Cyan Dragon King. . . That was the most powerful and invincible existence amongst all of them. How could he possibly escape?    

At that moment.    

"Long Bug, stay here obediently. " The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed. It wasn't easy for him to encounter such a big fish, how could he let him escape? If he really escaped back to Divine Country, it would be much more troublesome to deal with him. He might even have to pay a price.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

A bright Golden Tower suddenly shot up from Yang Fann's body. In an instant, an endless suppressive force erupted, locking down the starry sky that was a hundred light years away.    

"Ah, damn it!"    

Cyan Dragon King's facial expression changed dramatically, and his speed suddenly fell by more than ten thousand times.    

In these past few years, the Doxorubicin hadn't been idle either. Those supreme treasures that had been obtained from the various gods. . . Not a single one of them was left alive. Yang Fann had fed them all to him. Currently, the Doxorubicin had almost recovered the power of the fourth level. It could be considered pretty good amongst the many fifth tribulation saint artifacts.    

"Long Worm, come here. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared, crushing towards Cyan Dragon King.    

Under the suppression of the Doxorubicin, Cyan Dragon King's speed fell to the lowest point. He simply couldn't dodge, and was instantly hit by the Devouring Black Hole.    

"Roar ~ ~ ~ Break for me!"    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

Cyan Dragon King crazily attacked, tearing apart the space.    

Unfortunately, he destroyed it quickly, and the Devouring Black Hole healed even faster.    

. . .    

"Wuwuwu. . . It's over, it's all over. "    

"Devil, he is a devil. "    

. . .    

It collapsed, and the starry sky gods' minds completely collapsed. Many of the gods could not even take that huge blow, and they collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud.    

. . .    

Eight hundred light-years away from the starry sky battlefield.    

Three men and one woman. Staring blankly at the distant starry sky, their faces were filled with disbelief.    

"Suppress. . . Suppress. . . The old dragon. . . . . . He was suppressed just like that, this. . . How is this possible, how is this possible. . . "    

. . .