Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann versus Lord of the Nine Empyreans.    

From the beginning of the battle, it seemed like the battle was going to be one-sided.    

The Small Success Stage Hung Meng Indestructible Body was truly terrifying, it was unpredictable.    

Even if it was just a Pure Strength Of Body, it was ten times, or even a hundred times more powerful than the 36 Half-Step Saint King. In less than a breath's time, the supreme treasure of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, Collimator - the Nine Cloud Star Divine Shield, was completely destroyed. Lord of the Nine Empyreans was forced to use the strongest trump card of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, the leg bone of Saint King Sovereign.    

A Saint King was a Saint King, and his abilities were immeasurable. It was not something a Half-Step Saint King could imagine. Even if it was just a piece of bone, The power that it could unleash was not something that 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors could compare with. Terrifying power of a Saint King kept bursting out from Lord of the Nine Empyreans's body, filling the entire area.    

Powerful, unprecedented, it was more than a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than his previous self. At this moment, even the 36 Half-Step Saint King Lord of the Nine Empyreans had full confidence that he could blow him up with a single punch, completely wiping out the imperishable power in his body, making it impossible for him to be reborn.    

This was the difference in the level of life, there was no comparison at all.    

Of course, the price was also terrifying. Lord of the Nine Empyreans's black and beautiful long hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye. His handsome face also began to age rapidly.    

This was not the loss of the Longevity, but the leaking of Strength of Original Life. The might of a Sacred King was sacred and inviolable. Even if it was just a leg bone, it was not something that a thirty-fifth Half-Step Saint King could casually use. It was completely at the price of Lord of the Nine Empyreans's Strength of Original Life.    

Even if Lord of the Nine Empyreans wanted to stop it, it was impossible. This loss was irreversible.    

In other words, even if he could kill Yang Fann, he wouldn't be able to live for long. This was a method to exchange his life for his life.    

. . .    

"Good ~ Good ~ Good ~ I didn't expect that legend to be true, Little Son Yang Fan. Your death has come. " From all directions, Half-Step Saint King warriors were looking at Yang Fann as if they were looking at a dead man. The current Lord of the Nine Empyreans was just too terrifying, as if he was an ancient saint king who had just come back to life. Just his aura alone was enough to kill them hundreds and thousands of times. This power had already far exceeded the realm of Half-Step Saint King. It was something that only Saint King Sovereign could break.    

No matter what kind of monster Little Son Yang Fan had, it was impossible for him to be a match for Lord of the Nine Empyreans, who had fused with the leg bone of a Holy King.    

King Of Devil God, the Truism Master, and the other big shots had a strange look in their eyes, as if they were planning something. They could see Lord of the Nine Empyreans's condition, and they were afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. Once Lord of the Nine Empyreans died, the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall would be severely injured, and their chance would come.    

The Nine Empyreans Divine Hall, Devil God Palace, Truism, and the other ten major powers were facing the enemy together. However, the internal structure of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall wasn't as solid as iron. Furthermore, Yang Fann only had one great opportunity, and no one was willing to give it up.    

. . .    

Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the Sacred Palaces.    

This was a huge palace that had been built for less than 400 years, but now, it had become the true core of the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

It was located on the Sixth Young Master Peak of the Lingwu Mountain Range. It was the place where True King Yuan Long, Half-Step Saint King, Ape Devil, and the other Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors were cultivating.    

In the martial artist world, experts were the most respected. Everything depended on one's strength. Although True King Yuan Long and the others were only Yang Fann's slaves, all the Saints of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, including their grandmaster, Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign. No one dared to show any disrespect to them.    

Among these people, the weakest was a Top-level Holy Sovereign. Even their ancestor, Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign, couldn't withstand a single blow from them.    

If these experts wanted to harm their Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the consequences would be unimaginable.    

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen. True King Yuan Long and the others were cultivating on Sixth Young Master Peak. At most, they were cold to them. Apart from Yang Yunfeng And His Wife and the others who were close to Yang Fann, no one else could make them look good.    

. . .    

At this moment, in the Palace Lord Palace of the Saints.    

True King Yuan Long and the other Half-Step Saint King warriors, as well as Lord Ape Demon and the other Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors had gathered here, but the number of them had decreased significantly. When they left the Origin Continent, True King Yuan Long had brought a total of 102 Half-Step Saint King warriors with him, but now, there were only 81 of them. As for the 136 Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors brought by Lord Ape Demon, they were all Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors. Right now, there were only 93 of them.    

Among them, 22 of them were Half-Step Saint King warriors, and 43 of them were Top-level Holy Sovereign warriors. All of them had fallen at the hands of Coalition Forces.    

Killing a thousand enemies would result in eight hundred casualties. To the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall and other major powers, True King Yuan Long and the others didn't have any advantages. In fact, they were at a disadvantage, and casualties were inevitable.    

This was a local battle. With the suppression of the Strength Of World, if they left the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the number of casualties would likely be doubled.    

Apart from that, there were hundreds of intermediate and high grade Holy Sovereign in the main hall. The strongest one was a tier 9 High-level Holy Sovereign. It was Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign.    

Although True King Yuan Long and the others didn't think highly of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts's strength, they didn't dare to be too slow. After all, these were the elders of their master, the Sect. They had to give them some face.    

In the center of the hall, there was a three hundred meter tall divine mirror that clearly revealed the situation in the southwestern starry sky.    

Lord of the Nine Empyreans had caused such a huge commotion. If they didn't have any reaction, the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts would have already been breached by the Coalition Forces.    

The atmosphere in the huge main hall had become extremely solemn. From True King Yuan Long to Holy Sovereign, the lowest ranked disciple of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Their eyes were fixed on the divine mirror. Their eyes were filled with worry. This battle. . . It was a matter of life and death for all of them. Once Yang Fann was defeated. . . At that time, the only thing waiting for them would be death.    

True King Yuan Long and the other Half-Step Saint King warriors were especially nervous. Their lives were all tied to Yang Fann. As long as Yang Fann, their master, fell, their souls would immediately scatter and turn into ashes.    

"Master, please don't let anything happen to you. . . "    

Although they had full confidence in Yang Fann, Lord of the Nine Empyreans was really too strong, too strong. That was the remains of Saint King Sovereign. Apart from a true Saint King or a Dao Weapon, there was no other power that could fight against that power.    

It was almost impossible for Yang Fann, the master, to have a Dao Weapon protecting his body. The Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts's foundation was really weak. They couldn't even take out a top grade saint weapon. No one in the Origin Continent had ever heard of any major power possessing a Dao Weapon. As for the fact that their master had the power to fight Saint King Sovereign, they didn't even dare to think about it.    

Saint King, Half-Step Saint King, the difference of half a step. The difficulty of this was beyond anyone's imagination. It was even more difficult than letting a lowly mortal with a low bloodline become a Sovereign.    

. . .    

In the starry sky.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Lord of the Nine Empyreans's divine might was unparalleled. It was as if Devil God had descended from the heavens. With a slight movement of his body, a large part of the starry sky began to riot. Millions of stars exploded in the sky like a large firework, blooming with the most brilliant light.    

"It's done! It's all over. " Lord of the Nine Empyreans looked down at Yang Fann and said coldly. With his Strength of Original Life, he could only last for ten breaths at most. He couldn't afford to waste such a short amount of time. Not only did he want to suppress this Little Brute, he also wanted to destroy the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts and eliminate all obstacles for the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall.    

The master of Truism, King Of Devil God, and the others. How could he not know what they were thinking?    

Without him, the other Half-Step Saint King warriors of the Nine Empyreans Divine Hall might not be a match for King Of Devil God and the Truism Master.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

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

He didn't use any special ability, the Arcane Art. It was just an ordinary palm strike. With the support of the leg bone of a Saint King, the so-called Arcane Art was useless to him. It couldn't increase his strength at all. It was even worse than this direct palm strike.    

Moreover, its speed was not very fast. It was like a casual palm strike from an ordinary person, but strangely, it made people feel like they could not dodge it no matter what. They could only face it head on.    

The Great Dao was simple, but it couldn't be compared to this.    

. . .    

"Hiss ~ ~ ~ Terrifying, truly too terrifying. It can't be blocked, nor can it be blocked. . . " The surrounding Half-Step Saint King sucked in a breath of cold air. Under that palm strike, they were like lowly ants. Even if all of them combined their strength, they still wouldn't be able to block that palm strike.    

At this moment, Lord of the Nine Empyreans was like a supreme god. Whoever he wanted to kill would have to die with a hiss.    

. . .    

"If a true Holy King comes, I might have to be more cautious. A mere leg bone is not enough. " Yang Fann raised his eyebrows and sneered. There was no trace of panic in his eyes. It was as if Lord of the Nine Empyreans's deadly palm strike was a casual strike from a mortal.    

"What?! Could it be that he. . . " Lord of the Nine Empyreans's expression changed slightly. A trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Boundless purple energy erupted from Yang Fann's fur. It was like numerous purple dragons were wreaking havoc in the starry sky.    

Yang Fann's Qi had increased tenfold, more than a hundred times. In an instant, he had surpassed Lord of the Nine Empyreans, and it was still rising continuously, as if it would never stop.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

A terrifying purple color emerged behind Yang Fann's back. Devil God pointed his finger at the sky and stamped on the ground. He was invincible.    

Waves of terrifying immortal pressure made Lord of the Nine Empyreans tremble from the depths of his soul.    

. . .    

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

. . .