Invincible Bloodline

The battle between Yang Fann and Xing Zhan Shaman King had affected the hearts of countless expert in Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

This battle would determine the life and death of all of them.    

Once the master of Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts - the supreme Yang Fann - was defeated, given Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's domineering attitude, the outcome of all of them would be obvious.    

The best outcome would be to become that lowly slave and be controlled by the Heaven Witch Clan.    

This was definitely not what they wanted to see.    

. . .    

On the three-story ship.    

"Little Son Yang Fan, your death has come. " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu grinned hideously and looked at Yang Fann. It was as if he was looking at a dead man. Regarding Xing Zhan Shaman King, He's full of confidence. . . Although Xing Zhan Shaman King wasn't the strongest Wu King under Master, he wasn't even qualified to enter the top 30. However, he was not someone a junior like Yang Fann could compare with.    

An ordinary Fifth Empyrean Saint King had fallen in Xing Zhan Shaman King's hands. Even without a hundred, he would still be eighty years old. This time, Little Son Yang Fan wouldn't be surprised either.    

. . .    

In a split second!    

"It's not certain who will die!" Yang Fann raised his eyebrows and sneered.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Boundless purple qi shot out from all the pores and cells in Yang Fann's body. It was like a terrifying purple dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, wreaking havoc in the starry sky.    

In an instant, Yang Fann's strength, defense, speed. . . It was like a landslide or a tsunami, rising crazily. His body also grew rapidly, turning into a Terrifying Giant Spirit that was more than ten million feet tall. It was a head taller than Xing Zhan Shaman King's Wu King Combat Physique.    

The scariness of his aura was even greater than Xing Zhan Shaman King's.    

"Hmph, break it!"    

Yang Fann straightened his body, pointed his finger at the sky, and stepped on the ground. He was invincible under the heavens.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The two Heaven-Sheltering Big Hands collided.    

It was as if two ancient gods had collided. The two of them were like sharp needles against each other, not backing off even a single inch!    

The terrifying energy tide seemed to want to blow up everything.    

It was as if the whole world was going to enter the final cycle of reincarnation.    

"Swish! Swish!"    

The Boundary Protecting Formation trembled violently. Vaguely, countless tiny cracks that were visible to the naked eye could be seen on its surface, as if it was about to break apart at any moment.    

The three-layered treasure ship that Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu was on also retreated over a thousand light years. It was only then that it was not shattered by the wild and violent energy tide.    

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's body swiftly retreated. Traces of dense cracks had appeared on his right arm, which had collided with Xing Zhan Shaman King.    

Yang Fann didn't feel good, but Xing Zhan Shaman King felt even worse. Not only was his right arm almost exploded, even his body was shaken by the terrifying rebounding force, creating shocking and spiderweb-like cracks.    

It was obvious that Yang Fann had the upper hand in this battle.    

With the Hung Meng Indestructible Body fully activated, Yang Fann's strength had increased by more than a hundred times. He wasn't any weaker than Xing Zhan Shaman King, and the defense of his Saint Body seemed to be catching up to the six-patterned Dao Weapon.    

Saint Weapons had nine tribulations, and Dao Weapons had nine inscriptions. They corresponded to Saint King's Ninth Empyrean, and they were differentiated by the number of Great Dao Sacred Runes contained in Dao Weapons.    

According to the strength of the Great Dao Sacred Mark, Dao Artifacts of the same grade were divided into four grades: extreme, high, middle, and low.    

Six patterned Dao Weapons was a precious treasure that even many Sixth Empyrean Saint King warriors coveted. Although Witch Clan was the number one body cultivator family in Guangling Realm Island and was famous for its powerful Sacred Body, there was still a big gap between them and Yang Fann, who was a monster. Xing Zhan Shaman King's Wu King Combat Body was barely comparable to a intermediate five-patterned Dao Weapon.    

Of course, such a small injury was nothing to Fifth Empyrean Saint King.    

Even if his body exploded, it wouldn't be considered a serious injury.    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

The inextinguishable energy within his body circulated and a warm current washed over him. That shocking injury instantly recovered to its original state.    

"Junior, you actually have hidden yourself. I underestimated you!" Xing Zhan Shaman King's expression became serious. Yang Fann's strength had exceeded his expectation. He was definitely no weaker than a high level Fifth Empyrean Saint King. Most importantly, this little devil in front of him was still so young. His true age was definitely not more than ten thousand years old.    

This talent was something that even the few Son of God of Witch Clan couldn't match up to. One should know that. . . This was the Luo He Star Domain, which was known for its lack of resources. If this kid was born in their Guangling Realm Island, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to be their enemy.    

If it was not necessary, he really did not wish to become enemies with such a monstrous monster.    

But now, he had no other choice.    

Die! This monster must die today!    

Otherwise, one day, it would become a huge threat to their tribe and even the entire Witch Clan.    

The next second. . .    

Xing Zhan Shaman King's eyes were filled with killing intent, "Kill! King's Secret Technique - Sky-Breaking! "    

He could no longer hold back and used a powerful secret technique of the Witch Clan. As one of the two families in Guangling Realm Island, the strength of the Witch Clan was beyond the imagination of any ordinary force.    

Once an ordinary force's expert advanced to the Saint King Stage, there was almost no secret skill or combat skill that could enhance their strength. In a battle, it could only be a contest of the power of law, a contest of pure strength.    

But the Witch Clan was different. Not to mention the king level secret technique that could increase the power of a Saint King's expert, even the secret technique that could increase the power of a Heavenly Venerate or even True God Sovereign was not something that they did not possess. Moreover, there was more than one technique.    

The Heaven Breaking secret skill could only be considered ordinary amongst the many king level secret skills of the Witch Clan. But even so, once it was cultivated to the Perfection Transformation Stage, it was enough to increase the power of a Saint King by 81 times.    

Xing Zhan Shaman King had cultivated the secret skill for tens of millions of years. Although he had yet to break through to the Perfection Stage, he had already stepped into the Mastery.    

With a tap of his finger, the strength of his finger increased by nine times. Even a top tier Fifth Empyrean Saint King would be severely injured if he wasn't careful.    

"Humph! I'm not afraid of you. Kill!"    

A fierce light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. Without showing any signs of weakness, he lunged forward. He lunged at Xing Zhan Shaman King.    

"Rumble ~ ~"    

The two titans collided once more. Tiannan Realm River's foundation was weak, and there was no secret technique of a king that could be passed down. However, Yang Fann's Body Defense was more than ten times stronger than Xing Zhan Shaman King's Body Defense, and it was enough to make up for the gap between the two of them.    

Although the Heaven Breaking Secret Art was powerful, it was still not enough to destroy a six-patterned Dao Weapon with Xing Zhan Shaman King's current cultivation base.    

For a moment, one of them borrowed the power of the secret skill while the other one had the advantage of having a Sacred Body. Between the two of them, it was as if they were about to meet a worthy opponent.    

No one could do anything to the other.    

"Bang! Bang!"    

The two titans madly collided. Large patches of Voids were completely destroyed, turning into terrifying battlefields of nothingness, creating a forbidden area for humans.    

. . .    

On the three-story ship.    

"Damn it, that little thief. . . How could he have such power? Even Uncle Xing couldn't do anything to him. . . " Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu's face was filled with disbelief. This shouldn't have been the script. How could they have been evenly matched? With the help of the Witch Clan's secret skill, he was an ordinary top tier Fifth Empyrean Saint King. If even Uncle Xing had the strength to fight, how could Little Son Yang Fan be able to last so long under Uncle Xing's hands?    

. . .    

Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts.    

"He. . . Blocked it. Master really blocked it. "    

"Good! Good! Good! We are saved. "    

"The Lord is mighty. "    

. . .    

Countless experts erupted into cheers, even though this battle. . . Yang Fann did not have the upper hand. In fact, it seemed like. . . He was still at a slight disadvantage, but True King Wan Lei and the others were very satisfied. They had witnessed the scariness of that expert with their own eyes. An ordinary king like them didn't even have the qualifications to make a move. A casual breath of air could destroy them a thousand times over.    

The fact that Yang Fann was able to fight them for so long and was only at a slight disadvantage was beyond their imagination.    

. . .    

"Bang! Bang!"    

Time passed minute by minute, and very quickly, the time it took to make a cup of tea passed.    

Yang Fann and Xing Zhan Shaman King had been fighting for tens of thousands of times. Yang Fann was forced back time and time again, but with the help of the powerful Body, he was able to fight back time and time again without fear of death.    

"Bang. . . "    

Xing Zhan Shaman King once again pointed his finger at Yang Fann and forced him to retreat.    

Looking at Yang Fann who once again charged at him, Xing Zhan Shaman King frowned and said, "Junior, stop! With our strength, even if we fight for tens of thousands of years, we still won't be able to determine a victor. "    

With their cultivation base and strength, it was virtually unrealistic to rely on time to kill their opponent. With their physique, even if they fought for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, they wouldn't suffer any losses. There was no point in continuing this battle.    

"Let my people go. This matter will be over. We will leave immediately. " Xing Zhan Shaman King pondered for a moment and continued. However, he made up his mind in his heart. Once he left this place, he would immediately inform the clan and ask the patriarch to send a high-ranked Wu King over. A heaven defying monster like this must be killed in the cradle.    

Otherwise, they would be unable to sleep or eat in peace!    

"You want to leave? Do you really think I am a three-year-old Kids? Today, none of you will be able to leave. " Yang Fann smiled coldly. If they really let the tiger return to the mountain, they wouldn't be far from death. Although they still didn't know what kind of luck Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu had gotten, or what kind of tree he had gotten himself into, However, there was one thing he was sure of, and that was that Holy Son Of Heavenly Wu wasn't someone he could afford to offend.    

The person who could command a supreme Fifth Empyrean Saint King was at least a peak Sixth Empyrean Saint King, or even Seventh Empyrean Saint King.    

"Junior, don't go too far. Don't forget. I was the one who had the upper hand in the battle just now. "    

"Hehe. . . . You have the upper hand? What a joke. Do you really think that I have used my full strength? "    

. . .