Invincible Bloodline

The Grand Elder of Nether Palace, Garfield, was filled with a murderous aura, like a peerless god of slaughter who had just returned from hell.    

Killing intent that could freeze one's soul kept flickering in his eyes. Little Son Yang Fan had gone too far. He was one of the eight Half-Step Saint King experts, and it was already his greatest fortune that he didn't pursue the matter. However, this young man wasn't grateful at all. Instead, he spoke maliciously and wanted him to kneel down and surrender.    

This was unforgivable, truly unforgivable.    

If this young man didn't die, how could he, the Great Sovereign of Death Garfield, establish a foothold in Central Sanctuary? How could he still have the face to face the other Half-Step Saint King?    

"Little Son Yang Fan, you will pay the price for what you just said. " A fierce light flashed in Garfield's eyes. He didn't give Yang Fann any chance to speak. A terrifying Netherworld Realm emerged above his head. In an instant, it expanded to a hundred million miles in radius, covering the sky and killing everything in its path.    

"Die!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

The terrifying Netherworld Realm directly crushed the Void, crushing towards Yang Fann.    

"Kehkehkehkeh ~ ~ Die, die, die ~"    

Horrifying, strange laughs continuously rang out from the Netherworld Realm, like the roars of billions of evil spirits, attacking the Holy Soul and destroying its soul.    

"Chi ~ Chi ~ Chi ~"    

The Netherworld Realm passed by. Everything, space, time, light. . . Everything was being corroded.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ Ah ~ Ah. . . "    

The group of Blue Succubus Clan Top-Level Pseudo-saint had a splitting headache. Even Patrick and Erwin, these two Pseudo Saints, were trembling with their Holy Souls, as if they were about to sink into oblivion. Furthermore, they were still hundreds of millions of kilometers away. If they were to face the Netherworld Realm right now, the consequences would be unimaginable.    

They might have already been completely destroyed by the Holy Soul, and they would die a horrible death.    

Terrifying, it was really too terrifying.    

However, everyone's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and they were flickering with an indescribable excitement. Little Son Yang Fan, your death has arrived.    

At this moment, in their eyes, Yang Fann was no different from a dead man. This terrifying Netherworld Realm was not something that a human could fight against. Perhaps, even some of the seven or eight Half-Step Saint King wouldn't be able to withstand the impact of the Netherworld Realm.    

Even if Yang Fann was in the monster, it was impossible for him to be stronger than eight Half-Step Saint King.    

As for the legend of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall's Four Great Sovereigns and Devil God Palace's Demon God Of Slaughter being defeated in the Diancai Mountain, in their point of view, it was simply nonsense.    

The age of the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan was obvious. No matter what kind of monster it was, being able to match an ordinary Half-Step Saint King was its limit.    

. . .    

At that moment.    

"An ant dares to resist?" A hint of disdain flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. Although this Netherworld Realm seemed powerful, in fact, it was only a step away from the threshold of Nine Taos Half-step Saint King. Not to mention him, even Demon God Of Slaughter and True King Chiyang could break this Netherworld Realm.    

And even without using the Forbidden Arts.    

"Break it!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann moved his right arm and punched out.    

Yang Fann didn't have much strength in this punch. He only used a fraction of the power of the shell, but even so, the power contained within it was far beyond anyone's imagination.    

Ten years had passed. Yang Fann had once again devoured nearly twenty thousand Primordial Purple Cloudss, and his Hung Meng Indestructible Body had improved by leaps and bounds. With just the power of the shell alone, Yang Fann was confident that he could fight against eighteen Half-Step Saint King warriors. Even if he only used one portion of the power of the shell, he could easily destroy ten Half-Step Saint King warriors.    

"Bang ~ ~"    

The heavens and the earth were collapsing, and the world was collapsing.    

"Wah ~" Garfield's blood spurted out wildly, turning into numerous Blood Rivers that fell from the sky, corroding the countless Blue Succubi below. His aura was weakening at a terrifying speed. The Netherworld Realm was his natal divine ability, the foundation of his Great Dao. The Netherworld Realm was destroyed, and he was seriously injured.    

"You! You! How can you be so strong? So strong!" Garfield coughed out blood continuously. His eyes were fixed on Yang Fann, and his face was filled with disbelief. The Netherworld Realm was his strongest divine ability, and he knew very well how powerful it was. Even some Nine Taos Half-step Saint King might not be able to break his Netherworld Realm, let alone explode it. It would be very difficult for even ten Half-Step Saint King warriors to destroy it completely.    

Could it be that the power of this Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan had exceeded ten Half-Step Saint King warriors?    

Suddenly, Garfield's heart trembled. He thought of something and said in shock, "That rumor is true. Did you really kill True King Chiyang and Demon God Of Slaughter?"    

"That's right. I killed those two aphids. " Yang Fann's voice was indifferent and had no intention of hiding anything. He had come to Central Sanctuary to cause trouble for Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and Devil God Palace. There was no need to deny it.    

"It. . . It was really him who killed them. . . " Even though he had already thought that True King Chiyang and Devil God had really died in Yang Fann's hands, he still heard these words. Garfield could not help but swallow his saliva with great difficulty. True King Chiyang and Demon God Of Slaughter. . . Whether it was in terms of cultivation base or foundation, they were far above him. If they really wanted to leave. . . Even eleven Half-Step Saint King warriors might not be able to stop them, but they ended up dying in the hands of the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan.    

It was imaginable how terrifying his strength was. It was very likely that he had reached twelve Half-Step Saint King warriors. Or even twelve Half-Step Saint King warriors. Thirteen half-step Saint King Stage.    

Gulp! He was actually going against such a monster. Wasn't he courting death by lighting a lamp in the toilet?!    

Where did my cautiousness go in the past?    

If he knew that Yang Fann didn't suppress True King Chiyang and Demon God Of Slaughter one on one, but suppressed both of them at the same time, and even used the Forbidden Medicine and Forbidden Arts to increase his strength to twelve Half-step Saint King Stage, he didn't know how he would feel.    

. . .    

"This is the end of everything. " A wisp of Cold Shine flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. He moved his right hand and grabbed at Garfield with his other hand.    

"Not good! Garfield's expression changed, and he no longer cared about regret.    

"Zzzt ~ ~ ~"    

A dim light flashed, and a profound Power Of Space instantly covered his entire body.    

In the next moment. . .    

Garfield disappeared without a trace.    

"He can actually break through my seal. This Arcane Art is interesting. " Yang Fann's eyes lit up. Although he didn't use much strength in this attack, even if it was ten Half-Step Saint King warriors. . . He never thought that Garfield, a puny little eight Half-Step Saint King warrior, would be able to break through his seal. In fact, even though he was severely injured and couldn't even exert half of his combat strength, He was actually able to break free from his restraints and escape.    

It had to be said that these ancient factions that had existed for hundreds of billions of years had a strong foundation.    

"However, it's still too early to escape under my watch. "    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's Body's power instantly rose to a level. The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand pierced through space and time, appearing several light-years away.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

Garfield had just revealed himself. Before he could show a trace of surprise, a huge terrifying hand descended from the sky and grabbed at him.    

"Hidden Opening Technique. "    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

Another beam of dim light covered his entire body. Unfortunately, this time, the Nether Opening Arcane Art was no longer effective.    

With the help of Yang Fann's power of the shell, the toughness of the Four Directions Space was something that not even the fourteen Half-Step Saint King warriors could easily tear apart.    

Although the Nether Palace's technique was mysterious, it also had its limits.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand grabbed onto Garfield.    

In the next moment. . .    

Time and space changed, and Garfield was flung to the side by Yang Fann.    

The strength of all the Bodys and energy Holy Souls in his body had been sealed. Currently, Garfield wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person. The only things that were better than an ordinary person were the Longevitys that had a longer lifespan and the Body Defense that was slightly stronger. If it wasn't for Yang Fann's support, he wouldn't have been able to stay on top of the Void.    

. . .    

"Argh! The Grand Elder has been suppressed? "    

"This. . . How is this possible? How is this possible?"    

"Ah, I don't believe it. It's an illusion. This must be an illusion. "    

. . .    

The group of Blue Charm Dukes, princes, and Great Sovereigns couldn't believe what they saw. The Grand Elder, Garfield, was a Half-Step Saint King, and the second expert of the Nether Palace was only second to Master Of The Nether. How could he be suppressed by the Evil Spirit Master Yang Fan so easily?    

Right at this moment. . . . . . . . .    

"It's your turn now. " Yang Fann turned his gaze and looked coldly at the experts of the Blue Mei Clan.    

"Ah, not good. "    

"No, don't kill me. "    

"Lord, this lowly one is willing to surrender, willing to surrender. "    

. . .    

The expert of the Blue Charm Race, including the two False Saints, completely collapsed. They didn't even dare to run away. Even the Grand Elder Garfield was easily captured. With just a Top-Level Pseudo-saint like them, they would only die faster if they ran away.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

What responded to them was a round of Devouring Black Hole. He had said that he would annihilate their race, and he wouldn't go back on his word.    

. . .    

"He Lin, I'll leave the rest to you. "    

"Yes, my lord. "    

. . .    

After instructing Master God-crane, Yang Fann stopped paying attention to the charming spirit capital. He turned his gaze to Garfield who was standing beside him. All the Top-Level Pseudo-saint warriors of the Lan Mei Family had fallen, leaving only the strongest among them. There were only a few twenty Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warriors. He Lin, the thirty-six false saints, wouldn't even be able to finish such a small task. He would be a piece of trash.    

"Spare my life, master. Spare my life. I am willing to surrender and become master's slave. . . " Garfield felt a chill in his heart when he saw Yang Fann's cold gaze. Without waiting for Yang Fann to speak, he started to beg for mercy.    

"Uh. . . " Yang Fann was speechless for a moment. This was still a f * cking Half-Step Saint King. What about his dignity and pride as a Half-Step Saint King? Could it be that he was eaten by a dog?    

All these years, whether it was True King Chiyang, Demon God Of Slaughter, or the weakest Great Elder Fei Le, none of them had ever been as shameless as Garfield. Before he even spoke, he had already started begging for mercy.    

After pausing for a few breaths of time, Yang Fann sneered and said, "Bring me to Nether Palace. Perhaps I can spare your dog life. "    

Initially, Yang Fann was prepared to deal with the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and Devil God Palace first, then find trouble with the other super powers in Central Sanctuary. But now that the Nether Palace had appeared, he would start with the Nether Palace first.    

"Yes, master. I'll lead the way now. "    

Garfield said with a flattering expression, as if he had completely forgotten that the Nether Palace was his Sect. This had once again refreshed Yang Fann's understanding of him.    

. . .