Invincible Bloodline

The disciples of the Holy Palace thought that Yang Fann simply didn't have the courage to kill them.    

One should know that there were six disciples of The Supreme Palaces gathered here, and there were dozens of high-ranked holy palaces. Even if those Top-level Holy Sovereign wanted to touch them, they would have to consider whether or not they could withstand the revenge of the forces behind them, let alone Yang Fann, who was the young master of a high-ranked holy palace.    

Yang Fann's background wasn't a secret, and he didn't deliberately hide his identity. It was easy to find out who the great Heaven's Pride Evildoer was.    

The Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was located in the nearby Star Domain. It was a first-class major power, but it was located in the entire Tiannan Realm River. Not to mention the top hundred, even the top thousand couldn't be considered as top hundred. They could only be considered pretty decent.    

For example, Young Master Zi Feng and the other geniuses of the The Supreme Palaces didn't put Yang Fann in their eyes at all.    

Never would they have thought that Yang Fann would be so bold and reckless. He didn't have the slightest bit of fear towards the various sacred palaces behind them.    

He really dared to kill them.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand descended from the sky. It was as if Devil God had destroyed the world. Wherever it passed, a large area of space would be completely destroyed.    

"Ah, no!"    

"Spare me! I won't do it again!"    

"Don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender. "    

. . .    

The tens of thousands of experts let out mournful wails as if they had lost their parents. It was a pity that the Demon God Army remained unmoved and loyally carried out Yang Fann's orders.    

"Bang ~ ~"    

As the palm descended, the tens of thousands of experts in the east, including the False Saints of the Six Paths, all fell. Not a single one of them was left alive. Most of them were completely destroyed by the impact of the palm.    

Under the terrifying force that was comparable to the Ninth Grade High-level Holy Sovereign, these Perfection Semi-saint warriors who weren't even in the pseudo-Holy Capital were too weak. They couldn't even withstand a tiny bit of the power of the palm energy.    

. . .    

"Dead, all of them are dead. "    

"Damn it, this Yang Fann really dared to kill us. "    

"Does he know what he is doing? He must be crazy. "    

. . .    

The remaining expert in the other three directions were all shocked. Although they had already expected Yang Fann to kill them, they still found it hard to accept that all of this had become reality. Many of the people who had just died were disciples of the The Supreme Palaces. Was this Yang Fann really not afraid of incurring public wrath?    

"His Excellency Yang Fan, we admit defeat. These Primordial Purple Cloudss are all yours. Please let us live. . . " At this moment, even the geniuses of The Supreme Palaces, including Zi Feng, lowered their noble heads. They were afraid, truly afraid.    

Yang Fann, this madman, was truly fearless and capable of doing anything.    

"Kill!" Yang Fann said in a deep voice.    

"Yes, Master. "    

Upon hearing this, the terrifying Devil God responded respectfully. In the blink of an eye, he struck out three palms.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

"Ah, no, spare me. "    

"Yang Fann, you bastard, you're going to die a horrible death!"    

"Beast! My Heavenly Source Sacred Palace will never let you go! Anyone related to you will have to die!"    

. . .    

"Bang ~ ~ Bang ~"    

Amidst the Enmitys' curses, three enormous mushroom clouds rose from three different directions.    

Including those young masters of the The Supreme Palaces. Everyone was turned into powder.    

Finally, there were eighteen supreme treasures left in the sky. None of them were ordinary treasures that could remain intact under Devil God's palm. The weakest of them was a fifth tribulation saint artifact. There were even eight High Sacristys, and two of them were even seventh tribulation saint artifacts.    

Although these young masters' cultivation wasn't too great, they had quite a few good things in their hands.    

Even if one looked at the entire Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, they might not be able to produce eight Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Artss.    

"Swoosh ~ ~"    

With a wave of his hand, the eighteen saint artifacts were sucked into his spatial zone.    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Fann's figure moved. He flew towards the Violet Spirit Valley. The Primordial Purple Clouds could only be seen by the naked eye. Even if Yang Fann's clone used his Divine Sense to chase after some Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors, it would still be difficult for him to find the traces of the Primordial Purple Clouds. Not to mention the Primordial Purple Clouds, he wouldn't even be able to find the shadow of the Grandmist.    

As a companion beast of the Primordial Purple Clouds, the Grandmist also had a portion of the characteristics of the Primordial Purple Clouds.    

Seeing Yang Fann's movement, Desolate Night moved his body and quickly followed after him along with 100,000 Devil God.    

. . .    

In less than ten minutes, Yang Fann had already arrived in front of a huge cave. The cave entrance was about 300 meters tall and had a diameter of about 500 meters.    

At the entrance of the cave lay a terrifying Giant Beast. It was entirely purple in color, and it was shaped like a Qilin. However, there was a scorpion tail that was full of thorns.    

If it weren't for the fact that he could see it with his Divine Sense, he would have found nothing at the entrance of the cave. There wouldn't be any Qilin Giant Beast at all.    

The Grandmist, this was definitely that Grandmist.    

Although the Grandmist's appearance was different, and it was filled with all sorts of strange and bizarre things, But there are two major features that are publicly acknowledged. . . The first was that one's Divine Sense was undetectable. Two was that one's entire body was purple.    

"What a good Grandmist! I'm afraid even an ordinary First and Second Grade High-level Holy Sovereign is no match for you!" Yang Fann's eyes flashed. The other experts could not tell the exact strength of this Grandmist, but Yang Fann could see most of it with just a glance. This Grandmist definitely had the ability to fight a Third Grade High-level Holy Sovereign.    

If this native of Origin Continent didn't have a cultivation base of 23 False Saints, he would be courting death if he wanted to find this Grandmist.    

As a companion beast of the Primordial Purple Clouds, although the Grandmist was not very tall and was not much stronger than some wild beasts, it also had a Sacred Body. Its recovery ability was even more terrifying than Holy Sovereign's at the same level.    

No one knew where those people got their courage from, but they actually dared to have designs on the Primordial Purple Clouds.    

Not to mention the few of them, even if there were a few times more of them, it wouldn't be enough to torture the Grandmist.    

If it wasn't for the fact that the Grandmist wouldn't leave the ten thousand mile radius of the Primordial Purple Clouds, and Yang Fann didn't even need to do anything, those people would have already been tortured and killed by the Grandmist.    

But very quickly, a blazing heat flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. The strength of the Grandmist was completely proportional to the number of Primordial Purple Cloudss. The strength of Primordial Purple Cloudss below five Grandmists was usually at the semi-sage realm. However, because of the holy body, it had the ability to be reborn from a drop of blood. Even one or two pseudo-sage experts might not be a match for it. With more than ten Grandmists, the Grandmist had the strength of a low level Holy Sovereign. With more than fifty intermediates, it was enough to fight a intermediate Holy Sovereign. For example, this Grandmist in front of him had the strength to fight a Third Grade High-level Holy Sovereign. There were definitely more than a hundred Primordial Purple Cloudss in the cave, which was two hundred. It was not impossible.    

This number was like the accumulation of ten billion years in Archaeopterygium. It was just so-so.    

At this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Grandmist had also sensed Yang Fann's aura. Its tightly shut eyes instantly opened and shot out the most brutal and brutal light.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Boom ~ ~ ~"    

Without any hesitation, the Grandmist turned into a ray of light and charged towards Yang Fann.    

"Evil creature, I haven't caused you any trouble yet, but you have already made your move. " A mocking smile flashed across Yang Fann's face.    

As he spoke, he struck out with his palm.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Devour, Destruction, Five Elements. . . 64 Holy Sovereign Law flickered madly.    

It transformed into a terrifying black hole, smashing towards the Grandmist.    

. . .