Invincible Bloodline

Endless panic spread across the Diancai Mountain. Ordinary creatures didn't know how terrifying the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was. How could these Top-Level Pseudo-saint not know about it? It was the indisputable number one power in the Origin Continent. It controlled dozens of large domains in the central region, as well as the races of the subordinate powers. There were countless of them, and the number of Half-Step Saint King warriors on the surface was more than two hands. Although the Army Of Yang Family could be said to be as strong as the rain and had countless experts, There were nearly 500 Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors in the Central Sanctuary. They could barely make it into the ranks of the top powers, and the gap between them and the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was not small.    

The Lord was confused. How could he kill the purple-clothed Saint Envoy? This was simply bringing all of them to a dead end.    

If it wasn't for the fact that their natal Holy Soul was controlled by Yang Fann, Yang Fann could have killed all of them with a single thought. At this moment, many of them had already turned against Yang Fann.    

The Nine Empyreans Divine Hall was not someone they could deal with. Putting aside everything else, just the mysterious expert that had yet to appear could easily eliminate all of them.    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The space above Diancai Mountain was torn apart.    

A young man dressed in white stepped into the sky. He looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but his eyes were filled with the power of time. The charm of time was like water. It was extremely desolate and ancient.    

The aura around his body was imposing. He was so domineering that he dominated the world, as if everything in the world was under his control.    

In his eyes, endless Divine Imprintss were flickering. They were disappearing, as if they were nurturing a supreme Great Dao.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, why haven't you come out yet? Do you want me to invite you out?" The young man in white looked down at the Diancai Mountain from above. His eyes sparkled with a divine light, as if he could ignore all the spatial zones and see everything.    

. . .    

"It's over, it's all over. " Boundless despair enveloped the hearts of all Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at the young man in white. He was really too powerful. Compared to him, These Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors, including the ten and thirty-six False Saints. . . They were all like ants on the ground, totally not on the same level of existence. It was as if the young man in white wanted to destroy them with just a wave of his hand.    

. . .    

"A puny False Half-Step Saint King from the Three Paths, who gave you the audacity to come and cause trouble in my territory?" All of a sudden, a disdainful voice drifted out from the Diancai Mountain and swept across the entire world.    

"What?" The expression of the young man in white changed slightly. A solemness flashed across his eyes. A trace of gloominess vaguely covered his heart. To be able to see through his cultivation base in an instant, he must at least be a Half-Step Saint King of the Three Paths, or perhaps even higher.    

As for the despairing Old Ancestor Cang Yun and the rest of the Top-Level Pseudo-saint, a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged in their hearts. They knew very well that the voice belonged to their master, Yang Fann. Since their master could clearly see through the cultivation base of the white-clothed youth, even if he wasn't as strong as the white-clothed youth, he wouldn't be much weaker.    

This was their home ground. With the help of the terrain, it wasn't as if they didn't have the strength to fight.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The sky suddenly darkened as a terrifying large purple hand descended from the sky, enveloping the white-robed youth.    

This palm was like the hand of the heavens. Endless purple qi lingered on it like terrifying purple Divine Dragons. It easily suppressed the starry sky, reversed the Yin and Yang, and destroyed time and space.    

Moreover, at the center of the huge purple palm, one could vaguely see terrifying long rivers of Great Dao. Countless Great Dao Runes were flickering within them like endless sand, containing the profound mysteries of the Great Dao. It was as if with just a glance, one would sink into the supreme principles of the Great Dao forever, and would never be able to transcend.    

"Ah, how is this possible? . . . "    

The young man in white was extremely shocked. His eyes were wide open like the eyes of a fish. The aura of the big purple hand gave him a feeling that it was much more terrifying than the aura of a supreme being he had seen before.    

That supreme expert had already mastered eight Saint King Law. It was said that he was only one step away from mastering the ninth Holy Sovereign Law. This purple qi palm was even more terrifying. What kind of power was that? Nine Taos Half-step Saint King, or ten Half-Step Saint King?    

Dammit! Are those bastards from Jade Heaven Palace dead?    

Is this what you all meant by 'the strongest is only a single Half-Step Saint King'?    

You're f * cking numb, there's such a perverted Half-Step Saint King? I'm really scaring your dog eyes.    

"Heavenly Star Shield, protect. "    

The disciple who was in charge of intelligence in Nine Empyreans Divine Hall cursed in his mind. However, the young man in white wasn't slow at all. He took out the most powerful treasure in his hand - Collimator's Heavenly Star Shield.    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

The sky above the young man in white instantly darkened. It turned into a starry sky, and countless stars decorated it.    

With the cultivation base of a Half-Step Saint King from the Three Paths, using Collimator's Heavenly Star Shield with all his strength would be extremely difficult even for four Half-Step Saint King warriors to break through the starry sky without Collimator's help.    

However, under the huge purple palm, the starry sky was not much stronger than the glass.    

It shattered as soon as it touched it.    

The gap between the two of them was too huge. Even if Yang Fann only used the power of the shell, it was still not something that a mere Half-Step Saint King from the Three Paths could match.    

The next moment. . .    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

The white-clothed youth was grabbed by the large purple hand in one go, and was unable to resist at all.    

. . .    

Silence! The huge Diancai Mountain suddenly became so quiet that it was a little scary.    

It was not until the huge purple hand disappeared for a long time that Old Ancestor Cang Yun and the rest of the expert came back to their senses and started discussing amongst themselves.    

"Suppress! The expert of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall has been suppressed by the Lord just like that?"    

"That's a Half-Step Saint King from the Three Paths who has mastered the Saint King Law of Three Paths. He can't even withstand a single strike from the Lord. Terrifying, truly terrifying. "    

"No wonder my master killed that purple-clothed Saint Ambassador. It seems like my master has prepared for this. I wonder what my master's current cultivation base is. Five Half-Step Saint King, or even stronger?"    

. . .    

In addition to the shock, the panicking hearts of the expert gradually calmed down. A peerless expert that could control at least five Saint King Law, even the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall wouldn't dare to offend it.    

. . .    

Monarch God Palace.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann circulated the Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring Technique to its maximum, crazily devouring the young man in white. One had to admit that Half-Step Saint King warriors were Half-Step Saint King warriors. The essence of the Strength of Original Life was pure and vast, it was incomparable to those Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors.    

At the same time, countless Great Dao comprehensions surged into Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness like a surging river. Yang Fann's Holy Soul was like a sponge that had lost its water and was absorbing all of them.    

The three Holy Sovereign Law of the Great Perfection Stage, Starlight, Wind and Water, were rising rapidly and transforming into the Saint King Law.    

. . .    

Within the Devouring Black Hole.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The white-clothed youth, whose body had been pierced through by the 72 energy grid line chains, wildly struggled, but it was useless.    

"Roar! Yang Fann! I am the Grand Elder of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall's Jade Heaven Palace, Fei Le. If I die. . . My Nine Empyreans Divine Hall will not rest until you die. Even your relatives and friends in the World River will not be able to escape death. . . " An ordinary major power. They wouldn't dare to set foot in the Tiannan Realm River, but an overlord like the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall didn't have that many concerns. There were also some major powers in the Tiannan Realm River, even some super powers with Half-Step Saint King guarding them. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

"Haha ~ ~ ~"    

Yang Fann let out a cold laugh and remained unmoved. At this moment, so what if he let the Great Elder of Jade Heaven Palace go? He didn't believe that the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall would give up just like that. From the moment he killed the purple-clothed Saint Ambassador, the conflict between the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and him had been completely torn apart.    

Furthermore, even if the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall wanted to stop, Yang Fann wouldn't let them go.    

As the number one major power in Origin Continent, the Primordial Purple Clouds they collected was definitely not something that the Golden Dragon, Monarch God, and Silver Phoenix could compare with. It was more than ten times more powerful than the three major powers.    

However, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts had to make some preparations. Compared to the The Supreme Palaces, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was indeed much weaker, let alone a super power like the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall. The Nine Empyreans Divine Hall in the Tiannan Realm River might also have a Half-Step Saint King, or perhaps even more than one.    

Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. It was a peak high grade world, and it was a Ninth Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign. Once one entered it, under the suppression of the Great Strength Of World, one would be able to unleash the combat strength of a high grade High-level Holy Sovereign. This was already considered not bad. However, Half-Step Saint King was different. Even if he entered the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, his combat strength would at least be above that of a First Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign.    

A Top-level Holy Sovereign was enough to destroy the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

He would let Yuan Tian refine the Primordial Purple Clouds and bring a group of Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts to ensure the safety of the Sacred Palace.    

Yuan Tian - the old ancestor of the Golden Crystal Ape Demon Race, was also the strongest subordinate of Yang Fann. The combat strength of the 36 Pseudo Saints was only slightly weaker than the previous Jin Yuan.    

With him guarding the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts and a group of Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors, even Half-Step Saint King warriors would have to die if they dared to attack the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

Yuan Tian and the others were his slaves. With his Spiritual Brand in the Holy Soul, he could be considered as half of his own people in the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Although the Strength Of World was still suppressing them, it could only suppress their combat strength by one or two levels. With Yuan Tian's 36 Perfection Holy Sovereign's cultivation base, he was comparable to an Eighth Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign in the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

. . .    

Half a year later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A brilliant divine light shot up into the sky from the Diancai Mountain. In the blink of an eye, it broke through the barrier of the Origin Continent and disappeared without a trace.    

. . .    

Soon, another ten years passed.    

Monarch God Palace.    

"En, with Yuan Tian's Ninth Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign's speed, ten years should have passed by now. He should have already returned to Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts with the Ancestral Master and the others. . . . " Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes, "Then, there is no need for this fellow to continue existing. . . "    

The next moment. . .    

Yang Fann thought of something and brought out Fei Le, who was about to fall to the Pseudo-saint Stage.    

It was already at the tenth level. The Strength of Original Life in Fei Le's body had almost been completely devoured by Yang Fann before the New Year. The Saint King Law of Three Paths. He had absorbed all of the thirty-three Holy Sovereign Law. The only thing that was lacking was the starlight. The Holy Sovereign Law of Wind had successfully transformed into the Saint King Law, but the Water Holy Sovereign Law was slightly weaker.    

Fei Le's third Water Saint King Law was only at the Beginning, and it was far from reaching the Great Perfection Stage. So, it was within his expectations that he hadn't broken through to the next realm.    

It was only because he wanted to give Yuan Tian enough time to return to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts that he was able to keep his life.    

There was no need for that now. The speed of a Ninth Grade Top-level Holy Sovereign was more than a hundred times faster than the Paladin. Ten years had passed, and it was more than enough for him to return to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

"Ah, Yang Fann, you beast. The Sacred Hall will never let you go. . . "    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

Fei Le's body completely shattered, turning into Flying Ashs.    

. . .    

Central Sanctuary, Nine Empyreans Divine Hall.    

"Dong ~ ~ Dong ~"    

The mysterious Divine Bell of Life Spirit once again rang in all directions, and this time, it rang seven times.    

"Seven chimes of the Divine Bell. What?"    

"This. . . How is this possible? The Great Elder is a peerless Half-step Saint King Stage expert?"    

"In just a short period of thirty years, First it was the Purple Robed Saint Envoy, and now it's the Great Elder. This. . . What's going on? Which force is targeting our Nine Empyreans Divine Hall? "    

. . .