Invincible Bloodline

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, the space above the capital distorted, and a Lights appeared out of thin air.    

Ten years later, the Lights finally reached its final destination - the Charming Spirit Capital.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A white light cut through the Void, and Master God-crane immediately took out the Lights. In an instant, the terrifying pressure of 36 Pseudo Saints was like a tsunami, crushing down on the Charming Spirit Capital.    

"The Blue Mei Clan actually dares to provoke my lord's divine might. They deserve to be punished for their crimes. " Master God-crane's voice swept across the charming spirit capital. His voice was so high and mighty that it seemed like he didn't put the Blue Mei Clan, a first-class clan in Central Sanctuary, in his heart.    

"Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan, this is the Central Sanctuary, not your western region. "    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

Two streams of False Saint aura that weren't any weaker than Master God-crane's soared into the sky from the center of the Charming Spirit Capital, directly suppressing him.    

In just a breath's time.    

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"    

Rays of brilliant blue light tore through the skies, landing a hundred kilometers away from the Lights.    

The terrifying experts that revealed their auras were as deep as the ocean. There were a total of eighty-six of them, and all of them were Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors.    

The two leading men had even reached thirty-six Pseudo-saint Stage warriors. They were indeed worthy of being called a first-rate family. The overall strength of this Lan Mei family was not any weaker than the Golden Dragon Ancient Clan at its peak. With their geographical advantage, they could even fight a Half-Step Saint King warrior.    

. . .    

Within the Lights.    

"Looks like I'll have to do it myself. " A golden light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. Although Master God-crane's strength wasn't bad, An ordinary First Rated Race could be suppressed by him alone, but to deal with a top First Rated Race like the Blue Mei Race. . . They were still far from enough. Even if they were to gather the strength of their Qingming's Divine Crane Clan. . . It was also very difficult for them to be a match for the Blue Mei Clan.    

In the entire Qingming's Divine Crane Clan, Apart from Master God-crane, who was a False Saint, the strongest among them was a False Saint with 35 Daos. As for the Blue Mei Clan, just the number of False Saints alone was more than four. This wasn't even including the Sovereign Garlou who was devoured by Yang Fann.    

With a thought, Yang Fann moved his body and exited the Lights. He arrived ten thousand miles away from the group of Blue Mei Clan's top grade experts.    

"Master. " Master God-crane said respectfully. Then, his figure moved and appeared behind Yang Fann. He restrained all of his Qi, as if he was an ordinary old servant.    

. . .    

"So what if it's Central Sanctuary? None of the people I want to kill can survive. Today will be the day your race is destroyed. "    

Yang Fann looked coldly at the expert in front of him. His voice was calm, as if he was announcing a trivial matter.    

"What a good Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan! Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue?" A disdainful voice fell from the sky.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying pressure that was more than ten thousand times stronger than Master God-crane rolled over from all directions, instantly enveloping the entire Charming Spirit Capital.    

"Puchi ~"    

The space in front of Yang Fann was forcefully torn apart like a curtain.    

A Men In Black walked out from within. He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but his eyes were filled with the charm of time. The charm of time was like water. It was very desolate, very ancient, and endless vicissitudes of life. The vicissitudes of life were all within it.    

Waves of ancient and mighty aura, both poetry and mythology, continuously erupted from his body.    

He was like an ancient god that had come back to life from the Ancient Era across the Time Long River.    

With just a glance, it seemed like he could make all living beings submit to him.    

"Half-Step Saint King, this is a powerful Half-Step Saint King. " Master God-crane's facial expression changed slightly. The strength of this Men In Black in front of him was more than ten million times stronger than him. There was no need for him to attack him personally. The Qi around his body alone was enough to crush him into pieces.    

But soon, Master God-crane's facial expression returned to normal. So what if this Men In Black was a Half-Step Saint King? With his invincible master here, everything would be as insignificant as floating clouds.    

Although Men In Black's Qi was powerful, it gave him a feeling that there was still a big gap between him and the Four Great Sovereigns of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and Demon God Of Slaughter of Devil God Palace. As for True King Chiyang and Demon God Of Slaughter, they couldn't even get away from their master before they were easily suppressed.    

Not to mention. . . Now that more than a hundred years had passed, there was a huge breakthrough in his master's strength.    

The other Half-Step Saint King, not to mention a hundred years, might not even make a breakthrough in a million years or even a billion years, but this did not include his monstrous master.    

"I wonder if this person can take one of my master's attacks?" Unknowingly, a hint of ridicule climbed into Master God-crane's eyes.    

. . .    

"Patrick (Awenna, Norya, Jelat. . . ) Paying respects to the Grand Elder. " Under the lead of the two thirty-six Pseudo Saints, the group of Top-Level Pseudo-saint from the Blue Charms bowed to Men In Black.    

Ten years ago, along with the death of Heavenly Emperor Jialou and the others, the Blue Mei Clan had already sensed it. After paying some price, they finally found out through the Arcane Art that Heavenly Emperor Jialou and the others had all fallen in the hands of the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan. Furthermore, the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan was unwilling to let them go.    

After receiving this news, the Lan Mei Clan immediately contacted the major power behind them, the Nether Palace. They hoped that Master Of The Nether would be able to send the expert under his command to protect their Lan Mei Clan.    

Otherwise, with the strength of the Lan Mei Clan alone, it was impossible for them to be a match for the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan.    

Putting aside the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan itself, Just his subordinates were not what their race could match up to.    

The various clans of Central Sanctuary looked down on the people of the other large domains, especially the southeastern and western regions. They regarded them as savage lands, but if all the barbarians were to join forces, their strength would be equally terrifying.    

Apart from the ten great factions that stood high above, even some of the great clans with Half-Step Saint King experts were likely to lose more than they could win.    

An ordinary major family only had one or two Half-Step Saint King, and most of them were at the First Grade Half-step Saint King Stage.    

As for a False Saint, with the support of his clan's foundation, the power he could unleash was not much weaker than a First Grade Half-Step Saint King.    

Initially, they thought that Master Of The Nether would only send an ordinary supreme elder of Nether Palace, but they didn't expect that the one who would come would be the Great Sovereign - Garfield. In an instant, all the expert in the Lan Mei Family felt relieved.    

The supreme elder, Garfield, was a supreme expert that was second only to Master Of The Nether in the Nether Palace. According to the legends, he had already mastered eight Saint King Law three billion years ago. Three billion years had passed, and even if the Supreme Elder hadn't mastered the ninth Saint King Law, he wouldn't have been able to do so. He would definitely be able to defeat this Master Of Evil Spirits. He could even suppress this Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan and avenge their families' deaths.    

. . .    

Above the Void.    

"Yang Fann, the Grand Elder of Nether Palace, Garfield, the Blue Mei Clan. They are a subsidiary family of Nether Palace. It's still not too late for you to leave with your men now. Otherwise, all of you won't have to leave. " Garfield's voice was incomparably domineering, but there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes.    

According to the legends, Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and Devil God Palace had suffered a great loss in the hands of the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan. Even True King Chiyang and Demon God Of Slaughter had lost their lives in Diancai Mountain. Although Garfield didn't really believe this rumor, whether it was True King Chiyang or Demon God Of Slaughter, Those were the ultimate Central Sanctuarys that could steadily enter the top thirty of the Central Sanctuary. They were extremely powerful. They were even stronger than the number two genius of the Nether Palace, Yang Fann. How could a junior like him be a match for them? However, he wasn't afraid of ten thousand, he was afraid of one in ten thousand.    

In the past 100 billion years, almost all of the experts of his generation had fallen. Many of them were even more talented than him. Why was he the only one who could survive until now? There was nothing more to be afraid of - being cautious.    

"Garfield, how dare the Lan Mei Clan disrespect me? Today, no one can save them. Since your cultivation has not been easy, I will spare your life if you kneel down and surrender. " Yang Fann looked down at Garfield and said coldly, as if it was Garfield's greatest honor to spare his life.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, you are courting death!" Raging flames of fury erupted in Garfield's heart like billions of volcanoes. Ever since he became a Half-Step Saint King, he had never been insulted like this. Even the ten great Master Of Power didn't dare to insult him like this.    

This was going too far. This was going too far. Did they really think that Garfield, the Great Sovereign of Death, wouldn't kill someone?    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Waves of killing intent rolled out. Waves of killing intent surged out from Garfield's body like a terrifying dragon exploding from all the fur on his body.    

In an instant, a large area of space was covered by the endless Dark Evil Qi and was corroded into slag.    

The expressions of all the Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors from the Lan Mei Family changed. All of a sudden, he retreated madly, deeply afraid of being tainted by a trace of nether baleful qi.    

The Dark Evil Qi was one of the most terrifying baleful Qi in the Origin Continent. It could corrode the body of a Top-Level Pseudo-saint with just a trace of it. Even if the thirty-six fake Saints were to fall into the Dark Evil Qi, they would be completely corroded within a short period of time.    

It was only when they had retreated hundreds of millions of miles away that the expert of the Lan Mei clan finally relaxed slightly and stopped their retreating bodies.    

In the next moment. . .    

A hint of schadenfreude climbed into their eyes. "Little Son Yang Fan, how dare you provoke Grand Elder Garfield? Today next year will be your death anniversary. "    

. . .