Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann looked down at Old Ying from above. His voice was filled with disdain, as if the person in front of him wasn't a powerful Top-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King. It's just that lowly aphids on the ground.    

A local tyrant of the Minor Star Domain wanted him to give them face. Did they really have that face?    

. . .    

"What? He. . . He actually rejected it?"    

"This. . . This. . . I. . . . . . I didn't hear wrongly, right?"    

"The Zhantai Clan has already admitted defeat, and they are even willing to pay a heavy price. How could he. . . "    

. . .    

The Holy Kings from all directions could not understand. Did this person not know what it meant to quit when he saw something good?    

It would not do any good to both sides if they were to completely fall out with each other. Although the Zhantai Clan was far from being a match for the forces behind you, it would not do them any good. However, you are only one person right now, and you are weak on your own. If you are not careful, you might suffer a great loss.    

A Top-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King was strong, but it was still far from enough to fight the Zhantai Clan with his own strength.    

Let's not talk about anything else. Just this Old Ying. . . He was an invincible existence amongst Sixth Empyrean Saint King warriors, and that Master Of Sanskrit had already started his seclusion eight million years ago, preparing for the final step of his breakthrough. Eight million years had passed, and it could be said that he had successfully broken through to the Saint King Holy King realm.    

. . .    

"Alright! That's it. "    

"Don't be a coward. Just do it. "    

"Isn't it just a Zhantai Clan?"    

. . .    

Of course, those who had ulterior motives were excited. It would be best if Yang Fann could fight the Zhantai Clan to the death.    

. . .    

Within the Void.    

A hint of anger flashed across Old Ying's heart. He was a Nine Path Peak Holy King, and he was even weaker than a single person in the Buddhist Sound Star Domain. He was above tens of millions of people, and even the Holy Prince who looked up to Tai Pengfei had to respectfully address him as Old Ying. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?    

However, the expression on his face did not change at all. Without a trace of anger, he continued to curry favor. "Young Master, you've made countless mistakes. It's all my young master's fault, and you don't remember me, my lord. I'll let him go this time. . . " A little patience will cause chaos in the bigger scheme, the kind with Saint King Holy King. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

However, before Old Ying could finish his words, Yang Fann waved his hand impatiently.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand descended from the sky, shattering the vacuum and grabbing towards Old Ying.    

He was still waiting for the transportation array from the Star Domain to head to the Guangling Realm Island. He didn't have that much time to waste with a Sixth Empyrean ant.    

. . .    

"Ahh ~ ~ ~ How is this possible. . . " Old Ying suddenly let out a heart-wrenching wail, his eyes bulging. He was filled with disbelief. Didn't this monster have the combat strength of a Top-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King? But this palm. . . It gave him a feeling of despair. It was much more dangerous than the Seventh Empyrean Saint King he had encountered before. It made him unable to afford to have so many Resistance Thoughts.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

Without any suspense, Old Ying was captured by the Horrendous Hand. It was as simple as an eagle catching a chicken, and he followed in the footsteps of the seventy-two Crown Princes, the Dragon Guard.    

. . .    

Silence! For a moment, the entire Fan Yin Star seemed to have become silent.    

The eyes of the Holy Kings. . . The eyes of the Holy Kings were as wide as fish eyes, and they looked like they were about to burst out of their sockets.    

F * ck, f * ck, f * ck!    

What did they just see? Old Ying, the second genius of the Zhantai Clan, was suppressed just like that.    

This. . . This. . . This young man was really. . . Is he really still human?    

This was the highest grade Sixth Empyrean Saint King, and he was only a step away from breaking through to Seventh Empyrean Saint King's realm after fusing with the Saint King Law. Even an ordinary low grade Seventh Empyrean Saint King wouldn't be able to suppress this Old Ying so easily.    

Could it be that he was an Intermediate Seventh Empyrean Saint King?    

Gulp! Gulp! He. . . How old was he? Heavens! You're not giving anyone a chance to live at all!    

. . .    

In the sky.    

Yang Fann looked at the Nine Dragons Golden Hall coldly and said, "Aphids, it's your turn. "    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Not good. . . " Hearing this, The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei's facial expression changed and he finally reacted. Now was not the time to be shocked. It was better to think of a way to save his own life.    

"Sir, I. . . " However, before the sixth word came out of Fang Pengfei's mouth, what welcomed him was a Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand Seal.    

From the moment The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei recklessly intercepted him, his fate was already determined, and that was death.    

What else was there to say to a person who was destined to die?    

"AH ~ ~ ~ Don't. . . "    

In an instant, an ominous sign of collapsing enveloped The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei's entire body.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A barrier of golden light erupted from within the Nine Dragon Golden Hall. It was dazzling, resplendent, and dazzling.    

Not only was the Nine Dragons Gold Palace The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei's chariot, it was also a five-patterned defensive dao artifact that he had carefully crafted.    

Its defensive power was so strong that it could even catch up to some Six Line Defensive Dao Weapons, including some high-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King. It would take some effort to break through the defense of the Nine Dragon Golden Palace.    

However, under the horrifying palm force that could even suppress Top-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King warriors, a mere five-patterned defensive Dao Weapon was as fragile as a piece of paper.    

In less than a breath's time.    

"Puchi ~ Puchi ~ Puchi ~"    

The layers of Defensive Barriers in the Nine Dragon Golden Hall were instantly destroyed. Not a single person was left alive, including the nine Saint Kings and Second Layer Five-clawed Golden Dragons. All of them were captured by Yang Fann.    

This so-called Nine Dragons Golden Hall had a pretty good appearance. When they returned to Martial Saint Realm in the future, it would be a great opportunity for them to ride their parents and bring them around to play.    

. . .    

"Gulp! Gulp! . . . Suppress! There's really nothing to be afraid of! "    

"This time, I'm afraid that old man Fan Yin will definitely go crazy. "    

" This is a fight to the death with the Zhantai Clan. "    

. . .    

In all directions, the group of Holy Kings swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. They still found it hard to believe. The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei was different from Old Ying. He was even more incomparable to the seventy-two Crown Princes of the Dragon Guard. He was the number one monster of the Zhantai Clan, the son that Zhan Taifanyin doted on the most. The fact that he was suppressed by Zhan Taifanyin was the same as severing the roots of the Zhantai Clan.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~"    

A terrifying aura that was more than ten times stronger than Old Ying's Nine Paths Top-level Sixth Empyrean Saint King erupted from the center of the planet, engulfing the entire world.    

In the next second. . .    

"Boom ~ ~ Boom ~"    

The Void trembled like a stampede of ten thousand beasts, shaking the surroundings.    

A middle-aged man wearing a golden Divine Armor and a golden helmet stepped into the air and descended like a divine general from the heavens.    

His facial expression was extremely cold and emotionless. The aura around him was extremely terrifying. It was as if he could destroy a Holy King's expert in just a breath's time.    

Upon closer inspection, one could see that this Golden Armored Godly General was somewhat similar to The Holy Prince Likes Peng Fei.    

. . .    

"It's Zhan Taifanyin. This old fellow can no longer sit still. "    

"Hiss ~ ~ What a terrifying aura. This old man really broke through. "    

"Looks like there is still suspense in this battle. "    

. . .    

The hearts of the Holy Kings in all directions froze. If Zhan Taifanyin was still at the Sixth Empyrean Saint King, this battle. . . The outcome was already decided, even if this was the Fan Yin Star. It was the lair of Zhantai Clan, but it was still able to challenge a lower grade Seventh Empyrean Saint King. This was their limit. They wanted to defeat a middle ranked Seventh Empyrean Saint King. There was no hope at all, but it was different now. With the geographical advantage, there was a difference of one small realm. It was not impossible to make up for it.    

For 100 billion years, no one knew how many trump cards Zhan Taifanyin had hidden in this Brahma's Sound Star.    

This battle would definitely be spectacular.    

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I can't wait to witness this pinnacle battle. "    

The battle of Seventh Empyrean Saint King wasn't a rare event in Guangling Realm Island or even in some of the major Star Domain. Even the great battle of Ninth Empyrean Saint King happened occasionally. However, this was definitely the first time in the Buddhist Sound Star Domain that it had happened in the past few trillion years. It could be said to be the strongest battle in the Buddhist Sound Star Domain.    

They couldn't afford to miss it, they absolutely couldn't miss it.    

Perhaps, the opportunity for them to break through was today.    

. . .    

One breath later.    

Master Of Sanskrit finally arrived in front of Yang Fann.    

"Good, good, good. The war is about to start. "    

"Let's fight! Let's fight him until the sky and earth are turned upside down. "    

. . .    

From all directions, the Holy Kings could feel their blood boiling.    

However, at this moment. . .    

Master Of Sanskrit did something that no one had expected. He bowed to Yang Fann and said respectfully, "Sir, everything is my son's fault. If you want to kill me, I will let you handle it. I, the Zhantai Clan, have no complaints. "    

His humble tone sounded as if the one being punished wasn't his most beloved son, but the illegitimate son he had with a wild woman.    

. . .    

"F * ck! Admit defeat. . . Are you for real? I even took off my pants. Just f * cking let me see this! "    

. . .