Invincible Bloodline

The alliance army led by Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, Devil God Palace, Truism, and the other ten major powers had besieged Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts for twenty years.    

During these twenty years, both sides had been wary of each other. Although they had been fighting each other every day, it was rare to see a top Half-step Saint King Stage expert in action.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, ripples began to appear on the Void of a large fortress that spanned over a hundred light-years in the northwest direction of Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

The next moment. . .    

A person appeared out of thin air. It was a black-clothed Young Man. He looked very young, about twenty years old. The aura around his body was ethereal and unpredictable, causing one to be unable to grasp it. There was a type of concept that returned to its original state.    

The Black-Clothed Youth who suddenly appeared was none other than Yang Fann, who had rushed back from the Central Heavenly River.    

That day, after suppressing all the Half-Step Saint King and Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors, although Yang Fann had found traces of those Saints, he still decided to spare their lives after some consideration. After all, they weren't those Half-Step Saint King and Top-level Holy Sovereign, so they had never attacked him. Furthermore, he could use them as an excuse to announce his arrival to the major powers in Tiannan Realm River.    

Of course, the most important thing was that their cultivation base was too weak. Even if they were devoured and refined, they wouldn't be able to increase Yang Fann's strength.    

After that, Yang Fann rushed to Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts without stopping. He had left his family for 1,400 years, but the longing in his heart for his parents and the others was no longer suppressed. It was like a surging tide that was flooding his Heart Sea.    

Yang Fann didn't want to stay outside for even a second. His speed was extremely fast. Even those 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors couldn't catch up to him. It had taken him nearly 500 years to get there, and he didn't even need three days to get back.    

"En?"    

He looked at the densely packed space fortresses in front of him. Yang Fann frowned.    

In an instant, a Saint Soul Power that far exceeded the imagination of 36 Half-Step Saint King shot out from Yang Fanshihai's body and covered the entire Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

Yang Fann only let out a long sigh of relief when he realized that his parents were safe and sound, and that they hadn't suffered any injuries.    

If anything were to happen to his parents, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he had already arranged for True King Yuan Long and the others to return to Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Otherwise, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts alone wouldn't be a match for the enemy.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Waves of ice-cold killing intent erupted in Yang Fann's heart like billions of volcanoes.    

Dragons had reverse scales, and once touched, they would die.    

These forces dared to set their eyes on his family. They deserved to die ten thousand times over!    

Death! Everyone on the scene had to die!!    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Who is it? How dare you spy on my Chengluo Fortress. " A roar like Devil God's came from the fortress. It rolled and boiled, and swept across the starry sky.    

"You're courting death!" A fierce light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. The killing intent in his heart had completely erupted.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Horrendous Hand that blotted out the sun suddenly appeared, and smashed down towards the Chengluo Stronghold.    

"Gengci ~ Gengci ~ Gengci ~"    

Countless space and a large number of stars were completely shattered.    

"Ah, no good!"    

"Damn it, how could this be?"    

"No, save me, my lord, save us. "    

. . .    

Miserable wails of despair erupted from the Chengluo Stronghold. A golden barrier rose and protected the surroundings of the Chengluo Stronghold.    

"Bang ~ ~ ~"    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand suddenly slammed into the golden barrier. In a thousandth of an instant, the barrier shattered like glass, shattering into pieces.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand continued to crush down, shattering the heavens and the earth.    

The entire Chengluo Stronghold broke into pieces, turning into countless pieces of rock. Terrifying energy waves destroyed everything. With the Chengluo Stronghold as the center, hundreds of light years of space was in chaos. Boundless spatial turbulence was raging and collapsing. The terrifying spatial whirlpool seemed to want to devour everything.    

Within the stronghold, all those below Holy Sovereign's level didn't even have the time to scream before they were completely released. Even those sages could only rely on the immortal force in their bodies to hold on for a few more breaths of time.    

"Chi ~ Chi ~ Chi ~"    

One Primordial Purple Clouds after another flashed and disappeared in an instant. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were collecting the Primordial Purple Clouds.    

Yang Fann did not care about the cultivation of these saints, but he would never let go of the Primordial Purple Cloudss in their bodies.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Not good. "    

"There's a Half-step Saint King Stage Utmost expert attacking. "    

"Southwest Star Domain is requesting reinforcements. Requesting reinforcements. "    

. . .    

In an instant, in the nearby starry sky, numerous war fortresses were ringing with alarm bells. Requesting backup was incessant.    

Although the Chengluo Stronghold could not be considered the top of all the strongholds, it was still a large-scale stronghold with a diameter of over a hundred light years. The Chengluo Clan housed within was the Chengluo Clan. Their power wasn't weak either. There were a total of nine Top-level Holy Sovereign guarding the stronghold, and Holy Sovereign had no less than two thousand of them. Adding the defense of the Chengluo Stronghold, they could even fight a low level Half-Step Saint King.    

To be able to destroy the Chengluo Stronghold so easily with a single palm strike, one could easily tell how powerful the intruder was.    

He was at least a high level low level Half-Step Saint King, and it wasn't impossible for him to be Middle-level Half-step Saint King.    

A top grade expert like this was absolutely not something that these major powers could deal with.    

. . .    

"Impudent!"    

A furious shout rang out.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A long and wide Devil Qi descended from the sky. Like a smoke signal, it rolled in all directions and pierced through the starry sky. From within it, a terrifying Devil God in black armor walked out. The Devil Qi around his body was dense, and his aura was domineering. Even some Half-Step Saint King warriors would tremble in fear. They had an instinctive fear of him.    

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"    

Large patches of Voids in all directions were corroded by the endless Devil Qis, turning into a vast expanse of the Devil Domain.    

. . .    

"It's the Senluo Devil God. "    

"Hahaha! . . . Good! Good! The day of this beast's death has arrived. "    

" To be able to die at the hands of Lord Senluo, this beast is already sufficiently proud. "    

. . .    

In an instant, countless experts from all directions sneered. They looked at Yang Fann as if they were looking at a dead man.    

That was the top tier expert in Devil God's Palace. In the entire Devil God Palace, he could be ranked in the top ten. He could even be ranked in the top five. His strength was terrifying. He was only below a few Top-level Half-step Saint King, and he had once fought against 28 Half-Step Saint King warriors. He was only slightly weaker than them, but this wasn't the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Without the suppression of the Strength Of World, Middle-level Half-step Saint King wasn't a match for him. It didn't matter if he had a high grade saint talisman in his hand. Although the saint talisman was powerful, However, Senluo Devil God wasn't a target, he could just stand there without moving. He would let you attack him as you wish.    

If he couldn't hit him, he would be hit by a high-level holy talisman. That's useless.    

At this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed, and without saying anything else, he struck out with his palm towards the Senluo Devil God.    

"Ah, no. . . "    

The Senluo Devil God only had time to let out an unwilling wail before he was completely sealed by Yang Fann's palm.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ How could this be? How could this be?! . . . "    

"No, this isn't real, it definitely isn't real. . . "    

"How could Senluo Devil God lose? How could he lose?"    

. . .    

Within the Four Direction Battle Fortress, countless experts were dumbfounded. They could not believe what they had just witnessed. Although those Half-Step Saint King warriors in Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts were powerful, they were merely borrowing the power of the holy talisman. Their true cultivation base was nothing to them. The strongest one among them was only a sixteen Dao Half-Step Saint King. Without the help of the holy talisman, any Top-level Half-step Saint King warrior would be able to suppress them.    

However, what they saw just now was that the mysterious expert didn't have the power of the talisman. It had completely relied on its own power to suppress Devil God.    

This strength had absolutely reached the Top-level Half-step Saint King, and it wasn't as simple as just 28 or 20 Nine Taos Half-step Saint King's.    

. . .    

"Ah, Senluo ~ ~" A heart-wrenching cry that sounded like the cry of a dead mother erupted from a war fortress that spanned thousands of light years.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Streams of demonic light tore through the Void and shot towards Yang Fann.    

Every beam of demonic light was filled with dense Devil Qis that borrowed the power of the supreme demonic path.    

Very quickly, thirty-six peerless devil cultivators appeared in front of Yang Fann. All of them were at the Half-Step Saint King, and the three in front of them were at the Top-level Half-step Saint King. The leader of the group had a terrifying cultivation base. He had already reached the thirty-third half-step Saint King Stage, and he was only one more step away from stepping into the thirty-fourth Half-step Saint King Stage.    

This man was the king of Devil God Palace in Tiannan Realm River.    

However, at this moment, King Of Devil God's face was ashen, and his eyes were blazing with flames. He was like an enraged beast, and gurgling sounds could be heard coming from his throat. Lightning was raging, and he was baring his teeth. Not only was that Devil God their Devil God Palace's expert, he was also their senior direct disciple, and he was deeply loved by him.    

"Who are you? Why are you interfering in the matters between us and the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts?" King Of Devil God's heart was burning with rage, and he wished that he could burn Yang Fann's bones and scatter his ashes. However, he didn't attack directly. In his eyes, The strength of his eldest disciple. . . He was extremely clearly aware that it was only when compared to 28 Half-Step Saint King experts. He was only slightly inferior, even if it was some 30 Half-Step Saint King. It was easy to defeat him, but it was impossible for him to suppress him with a single strike like the man in front of him.    

The strength of the man in front of them was not much weaker than him, who was at the thirty-third Half-Step Saint King.    

"Hahaha. . . Hahaha. . . This is really funny. . . " Yang Fann seemed to have heard the funniest joke as he laughed out loud, "Aren't all of you attacking my Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts because you want to take revenge on me? And you even asked me who I am?"    

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