Invincible Bloodline

In the Myriad Saint Great World, the battle between Yang Fann and the Myriad Saints Palace was imminent.    

    

Palace Master Wan Sheng didn't say much. He immediately activated the Myriad Saints Palace's Palace Guarding Divine Formation - Myriad Saint Great Formation.    

    

He knew in his heart that the battle between the Myriad Saints Palace and Yang Fann was inevitable.    

    

This Myriad Saint Great Formation was worthy of being one of the ten great divine formations of Tiannan Realm River. It was incomparably powerful and profound. Even True King Wan Lei, who was in the second form of the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed and whose combat strength was comparable to Saint King Sovereign's, couldn't do anything to it.    

    

In the end, Yang Fann had no choice but to attack personally.    

    

He pushed the Hung Meng Indestructible Body to its limit and struck out with his palm.    

    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

    

Purple dragons danced wildly, and the starry sky was in chaos. It was as if the gigantic purple palm, which could encompass the entire Saint World, had descended from the sky, slapping down towards the Saint World below.    

    

Wherever it passed, the stars would collapse, the Void would shatter, and everything would be turned into nothingness.    

    

"Awoo ~ Awoo ~ Awoo ~"    

    

In that instant, an ominous sign of collapse covered the billions of Holy Beasts, causing them to let out howls of despair before a wild beast was on the verge of death.    

    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

    

Dragon Breath, Phoenix Flame, Profound Ice, Shenfeng. . . He was wreaking havoc, and billions of Holy Beasts were fighting back with all their might.    

    

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, everything was futile.    

    

In less than a breath's time.    

    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

    

All of the dragon breath, phoenix flames, profound ice, Shenfeng. . . All of them collapsed. Countless mushroom clouds kept rising. Almost at the same time, all of the Holy Beasts exploded and turned into ashes.    

    

The next second. . .    

    

"Puchi ~ Puchi ~"    

    

Within the Myriad Saint World, countless spiritual mountains, as well as the various divine artifacts of the Nine Tribulations, all transformed into Flying Ashs, completely collapsing.    

    

With a single palm strike, the Myriad Saint Grand Formation, one of the ten great divine formations of Tiannan Realm River, was broken!    

    

. . .    

    

"Ah ~ ~!! The Ten Thousand Sacred Array was broken just like that? "    

    

"THIS. . . HOW COULD THIS BE? HOW COULD THIS BE?! . . . "    

    

"No. . . This isn't real, it's not real. "    

    

. . .    

    

In an instant, including Palace Master Wan Sheng, all the Top-level Half-step Saint King in the Myriad Saints Palace were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they just saw.    

    

That was the Myriad Saint Formation, the formation that was said to be able to withstand the attack of a Saint King. How could it be destroyed so easily by Yang Fann's palm?    

    

Even if Yang Fann really had the combat strength of a Saint King, he shouldn't be this terrifying.    

    

. . .    

    

"Rumble. . . I. . . I blew him up. "    

    

"Powerful, my lord is truly too powerful. . . "    

    

"He's. . . Invincible, my lord is invincible. "    

    

. . .    

    

The top tier Yang Fanns under Yang Fann's command were not any better, especially the eyes of True King Wan Lei, who was standing not far behind Yang Fann, which were as big as a fish's eye. No one knew better than him how terrifying the Ten Thousand Saint Array was. Even if he could maintain the Apocalyptic Lightning Seed's second form, he wasn't confident that he could break the grand formation. Besides, he was killed in an instant just like his master, Yang Fann.    

    

Furthermore, the feeling that Yang Fann's palm gave him was comparable to the one that suppressed him in the past. The power of that palm strike was more than two times stronger than the previous one. It was completely incomparable to the previous one.    

    

Hiss ~ How long had it been? His master had actually broken through again. This. . . He didn't even give anyone a chance to live.    

    

To be able to follow the Lord by his side, perhaps it would be the fortune of my entire life.    

    

. . .    

    

The starry sky beyond the world.    

    

Yang Fann stood proudly, and there was no change in his expression at all. All of this was completely within his expectations.    

    

The current him was no longer the same as before.    

    

Currently, it had been ten years since the destruction of Tianlu Great World, and it had been nearly fifty years since the battle between Yang Fann and True King Wan Lei.    

    

In these past fifty years, not only had Yang Fann successfully refined nearly six hundred Half-Step Saint King, he had also absorbed their comprehension of Laws, and he had also refined the ultimate treasure of Nine Empyreans Divine Hall - the remains of a Saint King.    

    

A Sacred King was a Sacred King, even if it was just a piece of the remains. It wasn't something that 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors could compare with. It had doubled the strength of Yang Fann's Body.    

    

On the way to the Myriad Saint Great World, Yang Fann didn't stay idle. He directly swallowed the Primordial Purple Clouds to improve his Hung Meng Indestructible Body.    

    

One should know that after the Hung Meng Indestructible Body Small Completion, Yang Fann's speed of refining the Primordial Purple Clouds had improved by leaps and bounds. In just two hours, he would be able to refine the Primordial Purple Clouds in the Three Paths. In just ten years, Yang Fann had refined nearly two hundred thousand Primordial Purple Clouds, causing his Body's strength to double once again.    

    

Compared to when Yang Fann had just broken through to the Small Completion, his combat strength had increased by more than a few times.    

    

Even without using the Saint King Law, just the Hung Meng Indestructible Body alone was not considered weak amongst the many Saint Kings.    

    

What was there to be surprised about when he destroyed the Ten Thousand Sacred Array with a single palm?    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

Yang Fann turned his gaze and looked at Palace Master Wan Sheng with a cold gaze. "Palace Master Wan Sheng, show me whatever else you have. " His voice was flat. It seemed like everything was under Yang Fann's control, and he didn't seem to be controlling Palace Master Wan Sheng at all. He had put the Myriad Saints Palace in his eyes. The current him. . . He had only used the Hung Meng Indestructible Body, not even one ten-thousandth of his strength. Yang Fann didn't believe that the Myriad Saints Palace would be able to turn the tables in his hands.    

    

. . .    

    

"Damn it, Little Son Yang Fan, I will make you pay for your arrogance. . . " Palace Master Wan Sheng glared at Yang Fann. His eyes were spitting fire like an angry beast. In his mind, all the hidden trump cards of the Myriad Saints Palace were flashing. However, he had no choice but to find out that although these hidden trump cards were powerful. . . Even a expert of his level would be killed mercilessly if he was careless. However, it was simply impossible to destroy the Myriad Saint Array with just a single strike.    

    

In other words, these trump cards wouldn't be able to cause any real danger to Yang Fann. At most, it would only cause him some minor injuries.    

    

Even a saint could be reborn from a drop of blood, let alone the high and mighty Saint King Sovereign. How could minor injuries be considered minor injuries?    

    

"Damn it, how can this Little Son Yang Fan be so strong. . . "    

    

At this moment. . .    

    

Yang Fann's mocking voice drifted over, "What? Is your Myriad Saints Palace out of tricks? Then I won't be polite. . . "    

    

" Rumble. . . "    

    

As he spoke, Yang Fann took a step forward, as though he was about to attack the World of Saints.    

    

"Yang Fann, don't be so proud of yourself. You're the one who forced me to do this. " Hearing this, a hint of determination flashed across Palace Master Wan Sheng's eyes, as if he had made up his mind.    

    

"Oh, I would like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve. " Yang Fann looked at Palace Master Wan Sheng with interest. Opponents were hard to come by, especially in the Fallen Boundary River in Tiannan Realm River, where there was not even a single Saint King. It was too difficult for Yang Fann to find a passable opponent.    

    

"Yang Fann, you can be proud of yourself for forcing me to use this trump card. "    

    

. . .    

    

"Hmm? Could it be that the Myriad Saints Palace can turn the tables?" Looking at Palace Master Wan Sheng who was brimming with confidence, True King Wan Lei and the other Half-Step Saint King's expressions changed slightly, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten. The inheritance of the Myriad Saints Palace had been passed down for billions of years. The Ancient Saint King was also a powerful Saint King. Perhaps there really was something inside that could threaten the Saint King expert.    

    

. . .    

    

Within the Myriad Saints Palace.    

    

The group of Myriad Saints Palace's Grand Elders seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions changed slightly. Could it be that Palace Lord was preparing. . .    

    

Right at this moment. . .    

    

Under the gazes of the crowd, Palace Master Wan Sheng raised his right hand.    

    

In the next moment. . .    

    

"Swoosh ~ ~"    

    

A bloody light flashed.    

    

A heart suddenly appeared on Palace Master Wan Sheng's right hand.    

    

It was a heart that was emitting a dark golden halo.    

    

Waves of desolate and ancient immortal aura kept spreading out from it, sweeping across the starry sky.    

    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

    

Suddenly, the heart seemed to come alive, and it began to beat slowly. Every beat was like a rumbling divine sound that struck the hearts of everyone present, causing their qi and blood to churn and make them feel as if they were about to cough up blood.    

    

Even True King Wan Lei, who was a supreme expert, had a strange blush on his face.    

    

. . .    

    

"Not good ~ ~ "Yang Fann's facial expression changed slightly. He circulated the energy in his body and formed a barrier around the Four Directions Starry Sky, completely isolating the sound of his heartbeat.    

    

The heartbeat didn't affect him in the slightest, but he wasn't alone. Even True King Wan Lei was affected by it, let alone those Half Saints and Saints.    

    

It was that famous demonic sound.    

    

"Whew ~ ~ ~"    

    

After sensing the situation within the fleet, Yang Fann finally let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had reacted in time. Furthermore, the fleet was thousands of light years away. Those Half Saints were only seriously injured and spat out some blood, but there were no casualties.    

    

However, if it was one or two seconds at night. . . That would be hard to say.    

    

"What a good Myriad Saints Palace! Without realizing it, I almost fell into your trap! . . . " A trace of solemnity flashed across Yang Fann's eyes, but very quickly, that trace of solemnity was replaced by doubt, "But what kind of heart is this? It actually has such power. . . "    

    

Thousands of light years away, ignoring the defense of the top grade World River Warship, directly injuring his army, and it was only the sound of his heartbeat. How terrifying would it be if the owner of the heart was in front of him?    

    

At this moment. . .    

    

Palace Master Wan Sheng looked at the heart on his right hand and slowly said, "Unfilial grandson is incompetent, causing the Myriad Saints Palace to suffer a calamity. Today, the Sacred Palace is in imminent danger. Unfilial grandson has disturbed the old ancestor. I plead the old ancestor to take action to resolve the crisis of my Sacred Palace. . . "    

    

Palace Master Wan Sheng's voice was filled with grief and self-blame, and there was a faint trace of choking.    

    

Old ancestor?    

    

Unfilial grandson?    

    

Could it be. . .    

    

Suddenly, Yang Fanshihai had a flash of inspiration and a flash of realization appeared on his face.    

    

. . .