Invincible Bloodline

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu returned to his hometown in glory. He wanted to support the Heaven Witch Clan and become the number one overlord of the Tiannan Realm River. He wanted to rule over millions of worlds in the Tiannan Realm River. Never would he have thought that in just a few thousand years, the Heavenly Witchcraft Temple and his parents had all turned into Flying Ashs. Even the Heaven Witch Clan had become the lowest Slave Clan in the Tiannan Realm River.    

    

The main culprit behind all of this was Little Son Yang Fan, who had shamed him for the rest of his life. Under the new and old hatred, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's killing intent surged like tidal waves.    

    

He had to die! Today, Little Son Yang Fan had to die!    

    

On the three-story ship, blood spurted out of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's eyes. He was like a completely enraged wild beast that wanted to eat people.    

    

. . .    

    

Martial Saint Realm, Martial Saint Palace.    

    

Yang Fann's face was filled with shock. He could not believe what he had just seen. Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu, how could he possibly forget? If it wasn't for the treasure map of Saint King Hong Yu that he had obtained from him, the current him. . . His strength had fallen by more than a thousand times, let alone fighting a Sixth Empyrean Saint King. Even having the combat strength of a Saint King or Fourth Layer was his limit. However, it didn't mean that Yang Fann had taken Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu seriously.    

    

Even when he heard that Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had mysteriously disappeared, Yang Fann didn't pay too much attention to it.    

    

An aphid that wasn't even a saint. If it ran away, it would just run away. What was so special about that?    

    

Even if he could break through the limit of Heaven Witch Clan and step into the peak of the Saint Wizard realm, so what? He was still just an ant.    

    

However, what did he see now? A Saint King? This Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had actually broken through to the Saint King Stage.    

    

He wasn't as simple as Saint King Zheng Dao had just been! His aura was terrifying. It was more than ten times stronger than True King Wan Lei, the Master of Gods, and the others under his command. Even a low level First Layer Saint King might not be a match for him.    

    

What was even more terrifying was that around his body. . . Out of the hundreds of experts, almost none of them were weaker than the Lord of Gods and the others. Among them, the outstanding ones had an imposing aura that was not any weaker than some Second Layer or even Third Empyrean Saint King.    

    

The Holy Kings were all Holy Kings.    

    

This. . . This. . . How was this possible?    

    

This was not the Guangling Realm Island. Since when did Saint King Sovereign become so worthless?    

    

Right at this moment. . .    

    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's voice sounded once again, "Little Son Yang Fan, why aren't you coming out yet? Could it be that you're afraid? If that's the case, obediently cripple your own cultivation and surrender. I might be merciful enough to spare your dog life. "    

    

"Afraid? With just you, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu? Although I don't know what kind of luck you have gotten, Saint King Zheng Dao, but you want to act so impudently in front of me? You are courting death. " Yang Fann's cold voice drifted out from the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Although Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's side was terrifyingly powerful and had the power to sweep across the entire Star Domain and over ten thousand realms, Yang Fann was definitely not one of them.    

    

Every First Layer in the Saint King's Ninth Empyrean was a transformation of life.    

    

With Yang Fann's current strength, he could only fight a Sixth Empyrean Saint King warrior unless he had the strength to do so. The hundreds of Holy Kings were all at least Fourth Layer Holy Kings. Otherwise, a group of low level Fourth Layer and below Holy Kings would not be a match for him.    

    

. . .    

    

"What? Holy King? . . . Saint King?"    

    

"Then. . . That Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu is the Saint King?"    

    

" This. . . How is this possible, how is this possible? "    

    

. . .    

    

However, these words were heard by the others. It was like a thunderclap, especially for Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and the others. It was as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Their faces were filled with horror. The others didn't know about this Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu, but they had seen him with their own eyes. Six thousand years ago, any one of them could easily kill him.    

    

How long had it been, and Saint King Zheng Dao was already here?    

    

Could it be that Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu was also a heaven defying monster comparable to Yang Fann?    

    

Unknowingly, Martial and Spiritual Holy Sovereign and the others' hearts had already jumped to their throats.    

    

If it was an old monster that had lived for thousands of years, by chance. . . They would not be too worried about becoming a Holy King. Thousands of years ago, Yang Fann's combat strength was already comparable to Saint King Sovereign's. Now, thousands of years had passed, and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. It was not something an ordinary Saint King could compare with, but Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu was different. He was able to become a Saint Ruler in a few thousand years. That great opportunity was definitely not something they could imagine. Would Yang Fann be able to defeat him? They really had no confidence.    

    

In just a breath's time.    

    

"Grug ~ ~"    

    

The space in front of the three-story ship was torn apart like a curtain.    

    

A group of nine people stepped out from within.    

    

They were Yang Fann and the eight Sacred Kings under his command.    

    

The following battle was definitely not something that anyone below the level of a Sacred King could interfere in.    

    

Even True King Wan Lei and the other eight people were barely able to intervene in this battle.    

    

Eight Sacred Kings! Among them, the strongest God Lord was still quite a distance away from becoming a Saint King or First Layer. As for the opponent, not to mention the Saint King and First Layer, there were even a lot of Saint Kings and Second Layer, and even Third Empyrean Saint King. With their strength, they were nothing.    

    

Yang Fann had only asked them to come over because he wanted them to hold on. No matter what, he was now the master of a realm. It would be a disgrace if he didn't have a subordinate who could hold on.    

    

Yang Fann had never expected them to make a move. He had to rely on himself for this battle.    

    

"Saint. All Saint Rulers. . . All of them are Saint Kings! Gulp, I didn't see wrongly, right?" True King Wan Lei and the others, who were full of confidence, changed their expressions instantly. Their eyes were filled with shock, and their eyeballs almost fell out of their eye sockets.    

    

With the protection of the Boundary Protecting Formation, they didn't feel much about the pressure of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu and the others. In their point of view, it was already their limit to have a few 36 Half-Step Saint King warriors guarding them. With their dignified status as Saint Kings, any one of them could easily suppress them.    

    

They had never thought that they would be this terrifying.    

    

Putting aside the fact that they were all Saint Kings, many of them even gave them the feeling that they could be completely wiped out from this world with just a simple move of their fingers. This was the difference in the level of their lives.    

    

Damn it, how could this be?    

    

Could it be that I, Saint King Zheng Dao, am going to die here just now?    

    

In an instant, indescribable fear spread across the hearts of True King Wan Lei and the others.    

    

No matter how much confidence they had in their master, Yang Fann, at this moment, they were all shaken.    

    

That was an entire story! Among the hundred Saint Rulers, there were also a large number of Second Layer and even Third Empyrean Saint King. This power was so powerful that it made one's hair stand on end. It was not something that a human could fight against.    

    

. . .    

    

"Eight Holy Kings, Little Son Yang Fan. Is this what you're relying on?" Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu took a step forward and looked down at Yang Fann from above. His face was full of ridicule. They were just eight ordinary Saint Rulers. Any Second Empyrean Saint King under his command could easily suppress them.    

    

"Today, I will let you know what is called strength. . . " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu grinned hideously. He waved his hand at a low level Wu King behind him, "Qingshan, you go and take that aphid for me. Kill the rest of them. "    

    

Although he really wanted to burn Yang Fann's bones and scatter his ashes, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu didn't have the intention to do it himself.    

    

Currently, he had only just broken through to Wu King's realm and barely had the First Layer Power of Saint King. If he fought alone, he was confident that he could easily suppress any one of the eight Saint Rulers, but if he fought all eight of them at the same time, he would be the one to lose in the end.    

    

He was here to take revenge, not to torture them.    

    

If he had subordinates, he would not use them. If he had to do it himself, he would be an idiot.    

    

"Yes, Young Lord. "    

    

Wu King replied respectfully, then took a step forward.    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

In an instant, his entire body grew with the wind, transforming into a Terrifying Giant Spirit that was millions of meters tall.    

    

"Bang! Bang!"    

    

The terrifying pressure seemed to want to overturn the entire Tiannan Realm River. In all directions, large patches of stars exploded, turning into dazzling fireworks.    

    

. . .    

    

"Hiss. . . Powerful. This power is truly too powerful. Even if we use all our trump cards, we're still far from being a match for it. "    

    

" It's over. Everything is over. "    

    

"The heavens are unfair, the heavens are unfair. "    

    

. . .    

    

Despair. The eyes of True King Wan Lei and the others were filled with despair and unwillingness. They had gone through thousands of dangers, and it was not easy for them to succeed Saint King Zheng Dao. In the end, before they could properly feel the power of the Holy King, they were going to die. Was there anything more cruel than this in this world?    

    

At this moment. . . . . .    

    

A cold voice that sounded like thunder from the Nine Heavens suddenly brought a ray of light to their despairing hearts.    

    

"How dare you, an ant, dare to be so impudent in front of me? Who gave you the audacity to do so?"    

    

It was just a tiny high grade Second Empyrean Saint King. No one knew where he got his confidence from. An ant like this, he could easily crush it four thousand years ago.    

    

. . .    

    

"Gurgle. . . My Lord, he. . . Master, he. . . All of a sudden, an inconceivable thought flashed through their minds.    

    

. . .    

    

At that moment.    

    

"Rumble. . . "    

    

Yang Fann moved his right hand and clawed at the Green Mountain Wu King.    

    

Although it was just an ordinary claw without any profound meaning, as if it was a casual grab from an ordinary person who did not know any cultivation path, in the eyes of the Green Mountain Wu King, it was like the hand of a god, suppressing everything, and instantly taking away all of the mind of the Green Mountain Wu King.    

    

"Puchi. . . "    

    

Yang Fann grabbed Wu King with one hand. At this moment, that huge and majestic body of Wu King seemed incomparably tiny.    

    

. . .    

    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ It's suppressed! My Lord really suppressed that Holy King. Insta-kill, it's an instant kill!"    

    

" Good! Good! My Lord's Divine Might! We haven't lost this battle yet. . . "    

    

. . .