Invincible Bloodline

The group of Top-Level Pseudo-saint felt extremely bitter in their hearts. Each and every one of them was a family's old ancestor, a peerless Top-Level Pseudo-saint expert. It had always been them who controlled the fate of others. When would they be reduced to the realm of slaves? However, all of them still obediently released their Holy Souls, allowing Yang Fann to plant Holy Souls in their Spiritual Brands and control their life and death.    

The fate of the Desolate Barbarian Saint was right in front of them. If they did not surrender. . . That would be death.    

Including these 16 Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, Yang Fann had 34 Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors under his command, and three of them were False Saints. Although this power couldn't be compared to the Golden Dragon and Monarch God, it couldn't be compared to the Silver Phoenix Clan, which was the third overlord.    

If they were brought away from the Origin Continent, just the 34 of them alone would be enough to crush the The Supreme Palaces.    

One should know that in the Tiannan Realm River, there were only a few Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors in the The Supreme Palaces.    

After he enslaved a group of Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, Yang Fann didn't spend much time and successfully took control of the hundreds of billions of elite warriors in the war fortress.    

Of course, it wasn't that there weren't any stubborn people, especially the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan, which was affiliated to the Dragon Clan. The resistance was even more intense.    

The other races, namely, those stubborn ones, were killed. Yang Fann wouldn't be polite to these disciples of the Golden Dragon Clan, he would just massacre them all.    

Initially, Yang Fann already had the intention to exterminate them, but he still dared to jump out and cause trouble. He truly felt that his death wasn't fast enough.    

. . .    

Less than an hour later.    

Under Yang Fann's command, all the top tier experts led the armies of various races, and like a ferocious tiger out of its cage, they charged towards the army of ferocious beasts below, slaughtering madly.    

The King Of Vicious Beast and all the other top tier ferocious beasts had already been suppressed by him. As for the remaining army of ferocious beasts that were only at the intermediate Pseudo-saint Stage, Yang Fann didn't have much desire to fight them.    

"Bastard, die!"    

"Great Asura Divine Palm!"    

. . .    

The Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors acted like crazy demons, as if they wanted to vent all their anger on these ferocious beasts. If it wasn't for these damned beasts. . . They would have become the slaves of others.    

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

Large swathes of vicious beasts were destroyed and slaughtered. It was a complete one-sided slaughter.    

. . .    

Two hours later.    

All the ferocious beasts were slaughtered. The army of ferocious beasts that did not have King Of Vicious Beasts was like a pile of loose sand. They could not pose any threat to the alliance army.    

After dealing with the beast army under the fortress, the expert of all races did not stay in the war fortress for too long. They were sent out by Yang Fann to capture those King Of Vicious Beasts and the top beasts under their command.    

Although Yang Fann had suppressed nearly two hundred King Of Vicious Beast, Yang Fann believed that there should be a lot of King Of Vicious Beast in The Great World Of Vicious Beasts.    

As for Yang Fann himself, he was in charge of the war fortress, and he began to devour and refine all the Yang Fanns he had obtained this time.    

Without Emperor Of The Vicious Beasts's leadership, the group of King Of Vicious Beasts was like a pile of loose sand. With the strength of the high grade and Top-Level Pseudo-saint subordinates, it should be enough to deal with those who slipped through the net.    

Unless another Emperor Of The Vicious Beasts appeared, but this possibility was infinitely close to zero.    

Not to mention the fact that there were two tigers in a mountain, If there really were two Emperor Of The Vicious Beasts, How could Cyan Beast Emperor unify the The Great World Of Vicious Beasts so easily? Furthermore, how could Emperor Of The Vicious Beasts be born so easily? Otherwise, the Holy Heart Domain would have already become a paradise for ferocious beasts.    

Furthermore, even if there was a second Emperor Of The Vicious Beasts, it wasn't as if Yang Fann wasn't prepared for it. All of them were guarded by a clone of Yang Fann.    

Most of the expert in the Golden Dragon Clan had already been suppressed by him. Whether the Golden Dragon Clan could find two thirty-four false Saints or not, it was all up to him. There was no need to be on guard. They would take advantage of the fact that he was unprepared and launch a sneak attack on his lair, the Yang Yun Domain.    

There was no need to leave so many Holy Soul Avatar behind in the Yang Yun Domain.    

Half of the sixteen Holy Soul Avatar were retrieved by Yang Fann.    

As Yang Fann's strength increased, the Holy Soul Avatar's strength also increased by leaps and bounds. Each Holy Soul Avatar's combat strength was no weaker than a thirty-four False Saints. As long as he could hold them off for a few breaths of time, it would be enough for his true body to provide support.    

. . .    

Time passed by slowly.    

The King Of Vicious Beasts and the top ferocious beasts under their command were constantly being captured. The King Of Vicious Beasts, which only had the power of thirty False Saints, were generally captured. They were simply no match for the expert of the various races.    

Even if they occasionally encountered some top grade King Of Vicious Beasts that were comparable to 35 Yang Fanns, or even 36 False Saints, Yang Fann's true self would immediately suppress them. There was simply no way for them to stir up any waves.    

. . .    

The Great World Of Vicious Beasts and Holy Heart Domain had merged for two months.    

Yang Fann had already suppressed more than 250 King Of Vicious Beasts, and there were even more top tier beasts that were one level lower. There were more than a thousand of them.    

. . .    

Soon, another 20 days passed.    

Yang Fann had a total of two hundred and eighty-six King Of Vicious Beasts in his hand. However, at this moment, he had almost reached his limit.    

These King Of Vicious Beasts were comparable to Top-Level Pseudo-saint Peerless Berserk Beasts. They were not cabbages on the roadside, so he could get as many as he wanted.    

It was out of Yang Fann's expectation that he could get another hundred Yang Fanns.    

One should know that in the entire Holy Heart Domain, there might not be two hundred and eighty-six Top-Level Pseudo-saint.    

From this day onwards, experts from various races would return to the war stronghold from time to time. There were only a few days left until the third month.    

Among them were Yang Fann's subordinates and the false saints from other large clans.    

When they asked for help that day, the Monarch God's Cang trio only asked the Golden Dragon, Monarch God, and Silver Phoenix Three Alliances for help.    

The other major powers didn't receive any help.    

On the contrary, this allowed them to escape the calamity.    

Unfortunately, in the end, they still couldn't escape the fate of being Yang Fann's slave.    

. . .    

Ten days later.    

The space-time rift slowly closed.    

Within the Hundred Race Temple.    

Yang Fann sat on his throne, and below him stood several hundred terrifying experts that had the aura of a deep ocean. Amongst them, High-level Pseudo-saint had 462, and there were 86 Top-Level Pseudo-saint. The strongest amongst them had even reached 36 Pseudo-saint Stage.    

His strength was not any weaker than Monarch Boulder, who was being devoured by Yang Fann.    

This man was none other than the ancestor of the Cangyun Clan, who was ranked first among the top ten families.    

It was also because of his existence that the Cangyun Clan was able to hold the position of the leader of the top ten families.    

Even the Three Great Overlords didn't dare to provoke the Cangyun Family.    

However, this old ancestor knew his place. After seeing the Monarch God and the Silver Phoenix Clan submit to Yang Fann, he chose to submit without much hesitation.    

There were three of the thirty five false saints who were at the first grade. All of them were the ancestors of the top ten families, thirty-four false saints, including the three men from the Monarch God, Feng. There were a total of eight of them. The power that Yang Fann was controlling right now could be said to be above the Golden Dragon Clan at its peak.    

Among the eighty-six Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, Jin Chen and Jin Ye were among them. However, their condition was a little bad. Their faces were pale, and there wasn't a trace of blood on their faces. They looked like they had yet to recover from their serious injuries.    

Their eyes were filled with deep fear and uneasiness.    

That day, the two brothers who had abandoned the other Monarch Gods of the Monarch God Alliance and escaped from the calamity had wanted to return to the war fortress and leave the The Great World Of Vicious Beasts through the Spatial Fissure.    

However, just as they approached the war fortress, they felt the terrifying aura of the King Of Vicious Beast, causing them to flee in fear.    

The two of them only had a cultivation base of 30 False Saints, let alone dozens of King Of Vicious Beasts. S was enough for them to drink a pot of wine.    

They had been hiding in The Great World Of Vicious Beasts for more than two months, and it seemed like three months were approaching. The two brothers had no choice but to return to the war fortress and see if there was a chance for them to return to Holy Heart Domain.    

If they really waited for the Spatial Fissure to close, it would be over.    

What surprised them was that the group of King Of Vicious Beasts had already disappeared without a trace. Before they could rejoice for a few seconds, they were captured by Yang Fann. With these two soft bones, Yang Fann didn't even threaten them and obediently begged for forgiveness.    

As for the grudge between them and the Monarch God, although Yang Fann had heard about it before, he couldn't be bothered with it. As long as they didn't throw their lives away, they could do whatever they wanted.    

Under Yang Fann's tacit consent, the Monarch God's Feng and the others came looking for them more than ten times a day, and every time, they would torture them until they didn't want to leave.    

Losing an arm or a leg was always light.    

One had to admit that this was karma.    

. . .    

In the center of the Golden Dragon Sea, the Golden Dragon Palace.    

This was the lair of the Golden Dragon Clan. This was the forbidden land of countless Sea Clan. Apart from the Golden Dragon Clan, even the disciples of the Dragon Clan were not allowed to enter the Golden Dragon Palace as they pleased. If anyone disobeyed this rule, their cultivation base would be crippled at the very least, and the worst case scenario would be that they would have to make a trip to the Dragon Platform and die.    

At this moment, in a luxurious palace in the Dragon Palace.    

Two thirty-four Pseudo Saints were discussing the harvest of the Hundred Clan Congress and the Golden Dragon Clan.    

Last time, the Golden Dragon Clan had hunted sixteen King Of Vicious Beast and obtained sixteen Dao zones. After a hundred million years of development, the Golden Dragon Clan had become even stronger. This time, the number of Golden Dragon Clans that the ancestors could hunt was even greater. Adding the harvest of the subsidiary clans, the Dragon Clan should be able to obtain forty Dao zones this time.    

It was all because of that damned Little Son Yang Fan. If it wasn't for him slaughtering the four Silver Dragons, our clan would have gained a lot more.    

When they thought of Yang Fann, the killing intent in the hearts of the two elders of Golden Dragon Clan surged like a raging river.    

The Golden Dragon Clan had existed for tens of billions of years, but they had never suffered such a huge loss.    

Die! This Little Son Yang Fan must die!    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, a Devouring Black Hole appeared in the sky above the Golden Dragon Palace and began to devour it.    

"Not good, it's an enemy attack. "    

"How dare you! Who dares to behave atrociously in my Golden Dragon Palace?"    

"Roar! Quickly! Activate the Great Dragon Formation at once. "    

. . .