Invincible Bloodline

"Awooo ~ ~"    

The Grandmist let out a miserable howl. The instinct of a wild beast made him feel a fatal danger, and he wanted to dodge.    

However, it was impossible. The surrounding space had long since been sealed. Not to mention teleporting, even moving a position was extremely difficult.    

Although the combat strength of the Grandmist was comparable to a Third Grade High-level Holy Sovereign, it was like a weak aphid in front of Yang Fann. It did not have the slightest strength to fight back.    

The difference between two big ranks and several big realms was enough to make countless low-rank High-level Holy Sovereign despair.    

Moreover, the Grandmist was not the real High-level Holy Sovereign. It did not know any secret technique, Forbidden Arts, or High Sacristy. It relied on brute force to bully those who were weaker than it. Once he encountered a expert that was stronger than him, he would immediately die.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

The Devouring Black Hole slammed into the Grandmist's body, and the terrifying power of devouring instantly entered the private room, forcefully swallowing it up.    

In the next moment. . .    

The Devouring Black Hole with a diameter of more than 100,000 feet shrunk rapidly. Finally, it turned into a black crystal ball the size of a longan. Vaguely, one could see a ferocious purple Qilin continuously roaring and struggling. Unfortunately, it was so futile and powerless.    

. . .    

Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force, Central Sacred Palace.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. Divine light shone brightly, sweeping through everything in its path and destroying everything in its path.    

At this moment, even if the Top-level Holy Sovereign was standing in front of Yang Fann, he would still be pierced through by the dazzling divine light.    

Very quickly, a hint of joy flashed across Yang Fann's eyes, "Two hundred Primordial Purple Clouds, good, good. . . "    

Initially, he thought that it would be considered not bad if his clone could bring back a few dozen Primordial Purple Clouds. After all, it was different from the 10 billion years of accumulation of the Ancient Clan. In a place, only a small portion of the Primordial Purple Clouds would be born. Unexpectedly, there were actually 200 of them.    

This harvest was much more than what many ancient countries had collected over the past ten billion years. Among the eight ancient countries of the Yangyun Domain, only the number one ancient country, the Brightraise Ancient Kingdom, could defeat one of them.    

Adding the Primordial Purple Cloudss that he originally possessed, the number of Yang Fanns in Yang Fann's hand had now reached one thousand five hundred and sixty-six.    

If he refined all of them, just the strength of the Bodys alone would be enough to kill a Fourth Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign.    

As for his clone mercilessly slaughtering the elites of the various saint palaces in the Violet Spirit Valley, Yang Fann didn't take it to heart at all. It was just a bunch of ants. What was there to worry about? Eight hundred years later, those saint palaces wouldn't come looking for trouble with him, and that would be fine.    

Otherwise, Yang Fann wouldn't mind letting the other saint palaces lose some Holy Sovereign.    

. . .    

"Huff ~ ~"    

After letting out a breath of turbid air, Yang Fann closed his eyes once again and continued to refine Dragon General.    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

Waves of Strength of Original Life flowed into Yang Fann's body through the Devouring Black Hole like a great river, causing the power of Yang Fann's Body to increase at a rate of 100 streams of Saint's Power per breath.    

It was terrifying. An ordinary First Level Saint would only be able to unleash the maximum power of 100 streams of Saint Power.    

. . .    

Soon, another month passed.    

"Bang ~ ~ ~"    

The second Dragon General completely collapsed, turning into a Flying Ash.    

Yang Fann's strength once again increased by several layers. There was even a Law that had successfully transformed into a Holy Sovereign Law.    

After mastering the sixty-four Holy Sovereign Law, it became increasingly difficult for him to advance his new Law.    

There were three thousand Laws in the universe. However, most people comprehended the more commonly used nomological laws. Out of the 30 Holy Sovereign Law that Dragon General had mastered, 24 of them coincided with Yang Fann's, and another five were things that Yang Fann had yet to comprehend.    

However, Yang Fann was already prepared for this, so he wasn't too disappointed.    

The universe was vast and boundless. Just the tiny Tiannan Realm River alone was worth more than a million, ten million. Above the Boundary River, there were realms, and above the realms, there was an even wider Realm Sea. One day, he would be able to successfully control the three thousand laws.    

With the Heaven Devouring Earth Devouring Great Technique, this heaven-defying cheating tool, he would be able to successfully control the three thousand Laws. Yang Fann never doubted that he could control all the Laws. At most, it would be a matter of time.    

Not long after, The third Dragon General was mentioned by Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A three-story ship cut through the Void and stopped a hundred million kilometers away from the Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force.    

In the next moment. . .    

From the ship, a middle-aged Silver Armor man who controlled 28 Holy Sovereign Law walked out and said loudly to the Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force in the distance, "I, Colo of Emperor God Clan, am here to meet His Excellency Yang Fan under the orders of my master. "    

. . .    

Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force, in a glorious divine palace.    

Yang Fann's clone was sitting on a divine throne. Suddenly, a bright light flashed across his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Emperor God Clan, one of the Three Great Overlords in Holy Heart Domain, which is equally famous as the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan, actually sent someone to see me. Interesting. Fan An, invite the messenger of Emperor God Clan in. "    

" Yes, my lord. "    

. . .    

Very quickly, Fan An, who was wearing a holy Divine Armor, appeared in front of Colo. He spoke in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "My lord wants you to go in. "    

"Thank you. "    

Colo cupped his fists at Fan An, not daring to show any disrespect. Although the man in front of him was just a fake saint, he could easily kill him with just a finger. However, he represented Yang Fann. If he dared to show any disrespect, he would be the one to suffer.    

Yang Fann had even suppressed the four great Dragon General. The reputation of Emperor God Clan might not be useful here.    

. . .    

"Hiss. . . What a holy city. Once the Killing Formation explodes, I'm afraid it will be enough to kill me, the twenty-eight false Saints. " As soon as he entered the Holy City Of Spiritual Martial Force, Colo felt a vague sense of danger enveloping his heart. It seemed that if he dared to act recklessly, he would be killed.    

. . .    

A few breaths later.    

Colo finally appeared in front of Yang Fann's clone.    

"The messenger of Emperor God Clan, Colo, greets the great His Excellency Yang Fan. " Colo bowed respectfully to Yang Fann.    

As one of the Three Great Overlords of Holy Heart Domain, Emperor God Clan was considered one of the top families even in the entire Origin Continent. With the cultivation base of twenty-eight false saints, even if they saw thirty false saints, they wouldn't be so humble. However, Yang Fann was different. He was a peerless man who could easily kill the four great Dragon General.    

His strength was absolutely terrifying. He had definitely reached the level of the Old Ancestor, and he was considered one of the best amongst the many Old Ancestors. He was absolutely qualified to be treated as an equal by the Emperor God Clan.    

"Why is your master looking for me?" Yang Fann went straight to the point.    

Colo held a dark golden invitation with both hands and walked to Yang Fann step by step. He respectfully handed the invitation to Yang Fann and said, "My master wants to invite you to the Diancai Mountain for a gathering. This is the invitation. Please accept it. "    

"Invite me to the Diancai Mountain for a gathering? Alright, I understand. " Yang Fann nodded slightly, "You can go back now. "    

"Yes, I will take my leave. " Colo did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.    

. . .    

In the Central Divine Palace.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann waved his right hand, and a dark golden invitation appeared in his hand. "Hundred Clan Congress in a year's time? This Emperor God Clan actually wants me to be their external helper. Hehe. . . Interesting. . . "    

. . .