Invincible Bloodline

The Gods, True King Wan Lei, and the other Saint Rulers had already lost all hope. The enemy's line-up was too luxurious, so luxurious that they could not afford any Resistance Thoughts. A hundred, a hundred Saint Rulers. . . Many of them even had the ability to kill them instantly. It was not something that the eight of them could fight against. Even the invincible master in their hearts. . . They were most likely no match for him.    

However, they had never imagined that they had still misjudged the strength of their monster master. With just one strike, he had instantly killed a terrifying Sacred King that was ten times, or even a hundred times stronger than them.    

In an instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning had appeared in their Heart Sea, causing their despairing hearts to bloom with a glimmer of hope.    

Perhaps the Lord really was. . . He could really create another miracle and defeat a powerful enemy.    

. . .    

On the three-story ship.    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's expression suddenly changed. In his eyes, He couldn't believe what he just saw. He was well aware of the strength of the Green Mountain Wu King. Amongst the hundreds of Wu King's guards that Master had sent to him, he was able to squeeze into the top thirty. S, he would not lose the ability to fight them.    

But in the end, they couldn't even take a single strike from Little Son Yang Fan.    

This strength had absolutely reached the realm of Third Empyrean Saint King, and could even be considered as one of the best amongst the Third Empyrean Saint King.    

What a good Little Son Yang Fan! Looks like I have underestimated him.    

The benefits he obtained from Heavenly Venerate Hongyu's treasure are probably even greater than what I imagined.    

Damn it, all of these should have been mine.    

This little thief. . . Damn it! He truly deserved to die.    

An indescribable resentment flashed across his eyes. Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu waved his hand. Flying Star," he said coldly. Go and capture that little thief. " This Wu King of Fei Xing. . . He was one of the top five experts under his command, and his cultivation base was profound. He had almost reached the peak of the low level Wu King, even if he was up against some high level Third Empyrean Saint King. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

Even if Little Son Yang Fan also possessed the strength of Third Empyrean Saint King, with the strength of Flying Star Wu King, he would certainly be able to suppress him.    

"Yes, my lord. " He replied respectfully. Flying Star Wu King took a step forward.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying aura that was thousands of times more terrifying than that of the Green Mountain Wu King erupted from his body, crushing towards Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ Master, be careful. . . " The expressions of the eight Gods changed dramatically, and they cried out in alarm. Terrifying, truly terrifying. The person in front of them didn't even need to make a move. His aura alone was enough to completely crush them.    

However, before they could finish speaking, the expressions of the eight Gods changed once again. Their jaws were about to drop from their mouths. They. . . What did they see? One claw, another claw. That terrifying and invincible Holy King was captured by their master. It was as simple as an eagle catching a chicken.    

This. . . This. . . Are we seeing things?    

Suppress it, and it was suppressed by the Lord just like that?    

. . .    

On the three-story ship.    

At this moment, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu could no longer sit still. Damn it, how could this be?    

How could this little thief be so strong? . . . No, this wasn't real, it definitely wasn't real.    

Flying Star Wu King. He had the combat strength of a high-level Third Empyrean Saint King! This strength was at least a low level Fourth Empyrean Saint King.    

One should know that he had gone through the baptism of a drop of ancient Wu God's Blood Essence. His talent had increased by more than ten times, and he had also been nurtured by Master with all his might. Up until now, he had only just entered the realm of Wu King. He barely had the combat strength of a Saint King and First Layer, and he wanted to break through again. After breaking through to the intermediate, Wu King would have the combat strength of Fourth Empyrean Saint King. If he did not have any great opportunities, he would need at least a hundred thousand years of hard work.    

However, Little Son Yang Fan had only obtained Heavenly Venerate Hongyu's treasure, but he already had such a terrifying strength. This was simply unimaginable.    

One should know that this was only a portion of the treasure that Heavenly Venerate Hongyu had left behind when he was still Ninth Empyrean Saint King. Even if there were some good things in it, they couldn't be compared to Master's painstaking nurturing.    

Or was my talent really that much worse than this little thief's?    

No matter what, no matter how great the price was, this little thief must die today.    

Very quickly, the killing intent in Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's heart skyrocketed once again. Putting aside all the grudges between Yang Fann and him, just the potential alone was enough for him to die today. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep well in the future.    

"Let's attack together and kill him!"    

Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu finally attached great importance to Yang Fann. He immediately sent out all his subordinates to surround and kill Yang Fann.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, no matter what kind of genius you are, today next year will be your death anniversary!" The corner of Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's mouth curved into a ferocious smile. He looked at Yang Fann as if he was looking at a dead man. So what if you really had Fourth Empyrean Saint King's combat strength? Under the siege of hundreds of low-level Wu King, you would still die.    

One should know that out of his group of guards, twelve of them had the strength to fight Third Empyrean Saint King. Thirty-six of them had the combat strength of the Second Empyrean Saint King, while the remaining sixty-four had the combat strength of First Layer Power of Saint King. They formed the Witch Clan's battle formation, and that was the high level Fourth Empyrean Saint King. All of them had a pretty high chance of killing him.    

Unless this little thief had the combat strength of Fifth Empyrean Saint King.    

But was this possible? If Fourth Empyrean Saint King wanted to break through to the Fifth Empyrean, even if the monster was like a Son of God, it wouldn't be that easy.    

. . .    

"Shameless. "    

"Bastard, if you have the guts, then fight me alone. What kind of ability is ganging up on me?"    

"My Lord, we'll help you"    

. . .    

True King Wan Lei and the others' expressions changed drastically. It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. No matter how strong their master was, he would not be able to win against the combined attacks of over a hundred Holy Kings. They gritted their teeth and suppressed the fear in their hearts. They wanted to fight side by side with Yang Fann. How could they not know that the lips were dead and the teeth were cold?    

Putting aside the fact that their lives were already in the same boat as Yang Fann's, even if they didn't, as Yang Fann's generals, once Yang Fann's master was suppressed, Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu would let them go.    

"All of you withdraw. All of you can hold the line for me from behind. " Yang Fann directly rejected the good intentions of True King Wan Lei and the other three. The following battle was not something that the eight ordinary Sacred Kings could interfere with. It was not easy to nurture the eight Saint Rulers, but Yang Fann still hoped that they would be able to help him after he left. How could he let his family, who was protecting him, be sacrificed just like that?    

"Master. . . " True King Wan Lei and the other three opened their mouths and wanted to say something.    

Yang Fann's body had already moved. He lunged at the hundreds of Wu King.    

"Die!"    

The Cold Shine in his eyes flashed. Yang Fann pushed the power of his Body to the limit and struck out with his palm.    

Although he had only used the power of the shell, the power contained in this palm was still far beyond the imagination of these low level Wu King.    

One should know that during these two hundred years, Yang Fann had not wasted his time. Another five million Primordial Purple Cloudss had been swallowed and refined by Yang Fann, causing his Body's power to improve by leaps and bounds.    

It was not much weaker than some low-level Fifth Empyrean Saint King.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying giant hand covered the sky and covered the sun, like the hand of a god. In an instant, the entire world was enveloped within it.    

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"    

The power of the palm passed. Everything. Void, stars, space, airflow. They were all destroyed and turned into nothingness.    

. . .    

"Ah, not good. "    

"Damn it, this little thief has hidden his power. "    

"Quickly, brothers, activate the Battle Shaman Formation. "    

"Roar! Fight! Fight!"    

. . .    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

Horrifying battle intent erupted from the bodies of Wu King one after another. Finally, it condensed into a phantom image of Wu King that was millions of meters tall.    

"Break!"    

A roar that sounded like the roar of an ancient god.    

The phantom of Wu King also struck out with his palm. This strike had gathered all the strength of over a hundred Wu King, and it had also increased by several times. The power of this strike was so terrifying that it wasn't any weaker than that of the supreme Fourth Empyrean Saint King. In fact, it was even more powerful than that of the supreme Fourth Empyrean Saint King.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

The two Heaven-Sheltering Big Hands collided with each other.    

A terrifying tide of energy seemed to want to blow up the entire starry sky.    

In a radius of several tens of thousands of light years, a large expanse of stars had collapsed into dust, turning into a deathly silent space.    

Even True King Wan Lei and the other eight Sacred Kings had to retreat back to the Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts and borrow the power of the Boundary Protecting Formation to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.    

Otherwise, they would have turned into Flying Ashs just like those stars.    

Under the terrifying energy tide, ordinary Saint Rulers like them were a little weaker.    

. . .    

In less than a breath's time.    

"Pcht ~ Pcht ~ Pcht ~ Pcht ~"    

The hundreds of millions of meters tall Wu King's illusory figure suddenly exploded.    

Although the Combat Shaman Formation was powerful, even an ordinary top-level Fourth Empyrean Saint King wouldn't be a match for it. However, it was still far from being able to match Yang Fann's palm force.    

"In an instant, all the Wu King spat out blood. Their Qi was rapidly weakening, especially the sixty-four Wu King. They were all lower-level Wu King, who only had the combat strength of a First Layer Holy King. Under the backlash, his body completely exploded, and his entire body exploded into a mist of blood.    

Before they could reform their bodies.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand descended from the sky, capturing all of Wu King with a single palm and suppressing him.    

. . .    

"Win. We won, we won? Am I dreaming? "    

. . .