Invincible Bloodline

"Ah ~ ~ ~ . . . How is this possible, you. . . You are the Holy King?"    

Lord of the Nine Empyreans suddenly let out a hysterical wail. His voice was almost crazy. After merging with the leg bone of a Holy King, his strength had already far surpassed the realm of Half-Step Saint King. There were almost no opponents below the level of a Holy King, unless that person also had the remains of a Holy King, or if it was a true Dao Weapon.    

However, what he saw was that Yang Fann's aura was thousands of times stronger than his current strength. More than that!    

Such a terrifying power. . . Apart from the real Saint King Sovereign, he couldn't think of a second possibility.    

In terms of the Great Dao, how could there be such a monster in this world? He wasn't even ten thousand years old, not even ten thousand years old.    

At this moment, Lord of the Nine Empyreans was so frightened that he forgot to continue attacking Yang Fann.    

"You have some knowledge, aphids. " Yang Fann looked at Lord of the Nine Empyreans calmly and said in a calm voice. He didn't deny it. The current him. . . Although he hadn't become a Saint King yet, he was still a Small Completion Hung Meng Indestructible Body. Its combat strength was not any weaker than an ordinary Holy King's. If he added the eighty-six Saint King Law he controlled. . . His combat strength was terrifying, and it was comparable to an ordinary Saint King expert. He would not be a Sacred King at all. He was a Saint King.    

He definitely had the right to be called a Holy King.    

"Holy. . . Holy King, he really is a Holy King! . . . " Although Lord of the Nine Empyreans had already guessed that Yang Fann was most likely a Saint King Sovereign, he still could not accept Yang Fann admitting it calmly. His eyes were lifeless, and it was as if all his energy had been sucked out in an instant.    

He was strong after merging with the leg bone of a Saint King. In his eyes, even 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors were just slightly stronger ants, but in front of a real Saint King Sovereign, they were nothing. In the end, it was just the remains of a fallen Saint King. Moreover, under the erosion of the power of time, the power within had been reduced by about seventy to eighty percent.    

Time was ruthless. Even a Holy King could not be truly eternal. Perhaps it was possible for a supreme True God to do so.    

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"How could this be? How could this be?"    

"How could he be a Holy King? No, this isn't real. It definitely isn't real. "    

"The Great Dao is unfair, the Great Dao is unfair. How can he be so biased towards Yang Fann?"    

. . .    

In Four Directions Starry Sky, the group of Half-Step Saint King had completely collapsed. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Saint King Sovereign, who was less than ten thousand years old, was there anything more absurd than this in this world?    

Not to mention them, even True King Yuan Long and the others were stunned. Their mouths were wide open, as if they could swallow a goose egg. Although they had never doubted that their master, Yang Fann, could become Saint King Zheng Dao. . . Even if he broke through to the Saint realm and became a god, they had no doubt about it. However, in their opinion, it would take at least a million years. Ten million years later.    

Especially Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign and the others, they had the urge to see a fake Yang Fann. Was this still the Yang Fann they knew?    

When they parted ways with Yang Fann, he only had the strength of High-level Holy Sovereign. How long had it been since then? It hadn't even been six hundred years.    

He had actually become Saint King Sovereign in one leap?    

The gap between them was simply not something that could be described with words.    

Compared to a beggar, he had turned around and became an emperor. It was even more horrifying.    

If this were to spread out, not to mention a mere Tiannan Realm River, it would be a huge Aima Realm. Even the entire Realm Sea would be shaken by this news, less than ten thousand years old. To be exact, who would believe Saint King Sovereign who was less than two thousand years old? Who would dare to believe it?    

. . .    

In the starry sky.    

Yang Fann's body was surrounded by purple qi, and his aura was incomparably sacred. He was like a high and mighty god that had descended upon the mortal world and ruled the world.    

"Alright, that's all for now. " Yang Fann's voice was indifferent, as if he was announcing a trivial matter.    

Lord of the Nine Empyreans, who had only merged with the leg bone of a Holy King, was not taken seriously by Yang Fann. Unless the real Holy King came back to life, Yang Fann would still treat him seriously.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann moved his right arm and sent a palm strike towards Lord of the Nine Empyreans.    

It was an ordinary palm strike, and there was no profound meaning to it. However, this ordinary palm strike had caused Lord of the Nine Empyreans to feel utter despair, and he was unable to put up any resistance.    

"Bang ~ ~"    

The heavens and the earth split apart.    

Lord of the Nine Empyreans's body completely shattered and exploded.    

Very quickly, Lord of the Nine Empyreans's aura quickly dissipated.    

Merging with the leg bone of a Holy King. The Strength of Original Life was almost completely dried up by the leg bone of a Sacred King, but Lord of the Nine Empyreans did not even have the strength to shed a drop of blood and revive.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A golden light shot up into the sky from the center of the explosion. It was so fast that it was dozens of times faster than even the 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors. In just one ten-thousandth of a second, it had passed several light-years of distance.    

It happened in an instant.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A large violet hand descended from the sky and grabbed the golden light.    

It revealed a golden leg bone that exuded an undying aura. If it wasn't the leg bone of a Holy King, then what was it?    

Compared to Lord of the Nine Empyreans, the leg bone of a Holy King was a great supplement. Yang Fann had a feeling that as long as he absorbed and refined it, the effect would be even greater than if he swallowed ten or thirty-six Half-Step Saint King warriors.    

Saint Kings and Half-Step Saint King warriors were only half a step away from each other, but they were two living beings.    

Even if it was just a leg bone, it was still far from what those Half-Step Saint King warriors could compare with.    

With such a great supplement, how could Yang Fann let it slip away from under his nose? When Lord of the Nine Empyreans took out the leg bone of a Saint King, Yang Fann had already set his eyes on him.    

. . .    

"He. . . Died? Lord of the Nine Empyreans fell just like that?"    

"This. . . How is this possible?"    

" It's fake, it must be fake. "    

. . .    

In Four Directions Starry Sky, all the Half-Step Saint King were shocked. Even though they had already prepared themselves and knew that Lord of the Nine Empyreans was no match for Yang Fann, the gap between them was just too huge. With just one strike, Lord of the Nine Empyreans was completely blown up, and not even his bones were left.    

This had completely exceeded their imagination. This shouldn't be the case. Even if Lord of the Nine Empyreans couldn't defeat Yang Fann, he would still need to withstand a few strikes.    

But soon, the shock in his heart was replaced by endless panic.    

Even Lord of the Nine Empyreans, who had fused with the leg bone of a Holy King, was easily killed by Yang Fann. What else could they use to fight Yang Fann? One should know that even if all of them combined, it would be very difficult for them to be a match for Lord of the Nine Empyreans.    

"No, that won't do. I have cultivated bitterly for a hundred billion years, and only then did I have today's cultivation base. How could I die here?"    

"No, I can't. I can't die, I can't die. "    

"Flee! Flee immediately!"    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

In an instant, all the Half-Step Saint King turned into rays of light and fled in all directions. Their disciples, granddisciples, and the foundation of their race were all thrown into the clouds.    

The world was big, and he had the biggest life.    

Even I, the old ancestor, can't guarantee my own life. How can I have so much free time to care about you juniors?    

As long as I don't die, so what if my race is destroyed? So what if the Sect is destroyed?    

With their strength, they could easily create another clan and establish a foundation.    

A Half-Step Saint King was as weak as an ant in front of Yang Fann, but it didn't mean that they were really weak.    

It was hard to say what a top grade world was, but a high grade world like Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts could easily be occupied by a Half-Step Saint King if he wanted to, and become a Great Lord Of The World.    

"Trying to escape? Come here obediently. "    

The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed. The Saint Soul Power that was no weaker than Saint King Sovereign's instantly penetrated through his body and turned into numerous invisible hands. In an instant, they captured the Half-Step Saint King that was flying in all directions, dragging them towards Yang Fann. Even King Of Devil God and the Truism Master, who had thirty-three of them, couldn't break free from the thirty-four of them.    

The scariness of a Sacred King expert could be seen from this. Only thirty-six of them were able to slightly attract their attention.    

"Ah, no, please spare my life, please spare my life!"    

"Spare me, I surrender, I surrender. "    

"Roar! Yang Fann, you beast, you're going to die a horrible death! I curse you! . . . "    

. . .    

Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, Palace Lord Palace of the Saints.    

"Gulp ~ ~ Capture ~ Captured. All the Half-Step Saint King were captured by the Lord (Yang Fann). Powerful. Master (Yang Fann) is really too powerful. . . " True King Yuan Long and the others who had yet to recover from the shock of Yang Fann's palm exploding Lord of the Nine Empyreans felt their hearts tremble once more. They swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. That was a total of two hundred and sixty-seven Half-Step Saint King warriors, and there were even some Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors among them. They were actually captured by their master in an instant. It was truly frightening.    

Invincible, master (Yang Fann) He was truly invincible in the Tiannan Realm River.    

"Hahaha ~ ~ Good, good ~ Good, everyone. It's our turn. Today. . . We must make sure that bunch of trash never returns. . . " True King Yuan Long burst into laughter, and his eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light. For the past twenty years, although they did not suffer too much, In fact, all in all, the Half-Step Saint King who had fallen in the Coalition Forces. . . There were more Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors than them. However, they were kept in the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts and were not allowed to leave. This was an indisputable fact, and each and every one of them had a bellyful of anger burning in their hearts.    

Now, the chance to take revenge had finally arrived.    

Finally, True King Yuan Long seemed to have thought of something. He instructed a Top-level Holy Sovereign below, "Quickly, go and inform the old master that my people and my master have returned. . . "    

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