Invincible Bloodline

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Boundless lightning suddenly appeared. In the space of a few hundred light years, it directly transformed into a terrifying Thunder Sea. The thunder dragon roared, and the lightning snake flickered. Countless lightning Holy Beasts roared and surged, and a terrifying thunderstorm raged within.    

Wherever the lightning storms passed, the stars would be completely destroyed, and countless spaces would be shattered into powder.    

At this moment, it was as if the entire starry sky had turned into a terrifying Thunder Prison.    

It was like a thunderbolt that could destroy everything.    

Even a Half-Step Saint King who fell into it would be turned into dust by the endless lightning.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning erupted from the center of the Thunder Prison.    

In an instant, it transformed into a terrifying Thunder God.    

His face was resolute and resolute. A lightning Divine Imprints was engraved on his forehead, making him look like an undefeatable Warlord. He stood proudly in the center of the Thunder Sea, stepping on the endless Thunder Prison. His aura was domineering and invincible.    

Every movement he made carried a terrifying aura, causing people to feel an instinctive fear.    

Within the Thunder Sea, countless lightning Holy Beasts fell silent.    

. . .    

"It's True King Wan Lei. "    

"I didn't expect that old monster to be born. "    

"It seems like this old thing has also taken a fancy to the great fortune of Little Son Yang Fan. "    

. . .    

Unknowingly, there were many hidden Great World Of Spiritual Martial Artss in the starry sky around Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. All of them were the highest grade Tiannan Realm Rivers in Tiannan Realm River, and the lowest grade was 28 Half-Step Saint King. Many of them had even reached 36 Half-step Saint King Stage.    

During the battle at the Central Heavenly River, Yang Fann's name had shaken the entire Tiannan Realm River. Many old monsters who hadn't been born for a long time had broken through his bottleneck and came to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts in order to obtain the secrets on his body.    

Being able to fight against thirty-six Power of Half-step Saint King at the age of less than ten thousand years, he must have had some incredible fortuitous encounters. Perhaps, they would have to depend on Yang Fann to take that crucial step.    

Each of them clearly didn't know what kind of monster they were facing. The battle between Yang Fann and Lord of the Nine Empyreans. . . Firstly, the Coalition Forces had been completely wiped out. Secondly, Yang Fann had deliberately kept the news under control. Otherwise, these old monsters wouldn't have dared to cause trouble for Yang Fann.    

On that day, Yang Fann had unleashed the combat strength of a Saint King. Although all of them were Top-level Half-step Saint King warriors, they were only a step away from the Saint King Stage.    

However, there was only a small gap between them and the Heaven And Earth Cloud And Mud. Even if there were ten of them, or even dozens of them, they were still far from being a match for a Saint King expert.    

This was a difference in quality. It was not something that could be easily made up for by numbers.    

Although the treasure was good, there was still a life to enjoy it.    

. . .    

"Yang Fann, do you dare to come out and fight me?" True King Wan Lei asked. His voice was like a bronze bell, penetrating everything.    

"Challenging me? How dare you!"    

An ethereal voice came from the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The boundless Thunder Prison began to distort, and a Black-Clothed Youth appeared out of thin air. He had sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, handsome facial features, and long hair that reached his waist.    

His aura was unpredictable and unpredictable, like an ordinary man who didn't know any cultivation path. However, what was terrifying was that the terrifying lightning that could heavily injure or even kill Top-level Half-step Saint King experts was like a mouse that had seen a cat. All of them backed away, not daring to get close to the young man.    

"He is that Yang Fann?"    

"Hiss ~ ~ He. . . His age. . . It was actually. . . Compared to the rumors. Even more. . . Even more. . . "    

" Rumble. . . This. . . This. . . Just what kind of monster is this? Compared to him, the Old Ancestor's entire life is practically a dog's life. "    

. . .    

In an instant, gasps could be heard from the Four Directions Starry Sky. It was rumored that Yang Fann was not even ten thousand years old. However, with their Divine Eyes, they could clearly see that this monster was not even ten thousand years old. It was not even five thousand, no, two thousand years old.    

Damn it, how could there be such a strange thing in the world? Even the illegitimate child of the Great Dao shouldn't have such a monster.    

An indescribable sense of defeat immediately surged into their hearts. They were all geniuses of their generation, the main characters of a great world. However, when compared to this monster, there was no need to talk about geniuses. When it came to monsters, when it came to talent, it was like putting gold on their faces.    

Thinking back to all those years ago, when he was still so old, he had only barely broken through to the Great Saint Stage.    

. . .    

"En, I'm not in a hurry to attack. Let Old Man Wan Lei test Little Son Yang Fan's technique first. "    

Very quickly, many old monsters' eyes sparkled with a strange light. True King Wan Lei was considered one of the top amongst these old monsters. He was known as the ancestor of all lightning, and he controlled the ten thousand True Lightning. He was only a step away from the Saint King Stage. With his ability, he would definitely be able to test the depth of that little monster.    

Once Little Son Yang Fan was defeated. . . At that time, they. . .    

. . .    

Within the endless Thunder Seas.    

True King Wan Lei stepped on the Thunder Seas. From top to bottom, his entire body. . . It was as if he was the sole ruler of the world, and he was the sole ruler of the world. Looking down at Yang Fann from above, a hint of appreciation flashed across his eyes. "How can you ignore my Lightning Prison Ocean at such a young age? Yang Fann. . . You are truly not simple. To tell the truth. . . I admire you very much. If a A Peerless Monster like you dies here just like that. . . What a pity. . . If you lose this battle. . . I don't want your life either. All I need is to let me see your inheritance. "    

In True King Wan Lei's eyes, or to be more precise, in the eyes of all the Half-Step Saint King warriors around, Yang Fann had obtained the inheritance of a Sacred King.    

They had never even thought about the inheritance of a True God. One should know that since the birth of the Tiannan Realm River, the strongest expert that had appeared in the past few trillion years was the strongest. The legendary True God that surpassed the Sacred King was nothing.    

As for the great opportunity to surpass a True God, it was even more impossible.    

Such a supreme inheritance might not even be found in the entire Aima Realm, let alone an inconspicuous small river like the Tiannan Realm River.    

"I have lost. I have to pay the price of the inheritance of the Holy King. What if you lose?" Yang Fann raised his eyebrows and sneered. He put the spatial glove White Wolf on my head. How could there be such a cheap thing in this world?    

"Hahaha! Hahaha! . . . I will lose?" True King Wan Lei laughed in his heart. This Yang Fann was really indulging in a fantasy. Although he was powerful and his combat strength might have reached the level of 36 Half-step Saint King Stage, there were still 36 to 9 Half-Step Saint King warriors. True King Wan Lei was no different from a top existence amongst them. Except for the real Saint King Sovereign, he, True King Wan Lei, was not afraid of anyone else.    

However, he said in a loud voice, "Yang Fann, if I lose, you can take everything I have with me. "    

"You said it yourself. I don't want your treasures either. At that time, you just have to submit to me. " Yang Fann's eyes lit up, and he raised his condition. A top thirty-six Half-Step Saint King would be a great help to him.    

He couldn't just let True King Yuan Long do everything himself. True King Yuan Long and the others could conquer some top grade sects, but to the Heavenly Dao Sect, Myriad Saints Palace, and other supreme sects, the Supreme Saint Palace was nothing.    

The holy talisman wasn't omnipotent, and it posed a limited threat to Top-level Half-step Saint King. Besides, it wasn't easy to find a holy talisman that could withstand part of his power.    

Of course, the most important thing was that True King Wan Lei had never intended to kill him. Otherwise, Yang Fann wouldn't have let him live.    

"Alright! I agree. " True King Wan Lei hesitated for a moment, then agreed. He didn't think he would lose. If that was the case, then there was no harm in agreeing.    

The next moment. . .    

True King Wan Lei took a step forward and said coldly, "Yang Fann, take my attack. "    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

In that instant, the Thunder Sea surged, and the thunder dragon rolled.    

Thunder halberds began to form from within the Thunder Sea, one after another. Ten of them began to form. . . . Hundred of them! A thousand. . . Ten thousand. . . . . .    

Soon, there were more than a hundred million rods. They were densely packed and covered the entire Four Directions Starry Sky.    

Each lightning halberd contained the power to destroy the heaven and earth. Like the judgment of the Thunder God, it could easily slaughter a low level Half-Step Saint King.    

The hundred million lightning halberds were like a raging storm as they rained down. The power was simply unimaginable. Even 36 Half-Step Saint King could be seriously injured or even completely destroyed.    

. . .    

"What a good True King Wan Lei. I haven't seen him for 80 billion years. His cultivation base has improved by quite a bit. It seems like he has made great progress in the Undying Thunder Sea. This Old Man Wan Lei has gained quite a lot. " A man wearing a grey robe was as thin as firewood. He seemed to have already stepped into the gates of hell with one foot in his muddy eyes. A strange light bloomed in his muddy eyes. 80 billion years ago. . . He had a battle with True King Wan Lei once. At that time, True King Wan Lei didn't summon hundreds of millions of lightning halberds so easily.    

"I'm afraid that Little Son Yang Fan won't be able to win this battle. "    

. . .    

"Kill!!"    

"Rumble. . . "    

The hundred million lightning halberds tore through space, smashing towards Yang Fann with the power to destroy everything.    

In an instant, with Yang Fann as the center, lightning snakes danced wildly in the area within several light-years, causing wild lightning to erupt. The entire starry sky seemed to have turned into a hell of lightning.    

In the center of the hell, Yang Fann was like a small boat in the sea of lightning. In the next second, he would be completely crushed, and not even his bones would be left.    

. . .