Invincible Bloodline

Little Pluto saw the unfavorable situation and wanted to admit defeat. The High-level Domain Divine Artifacts and the quota for the Upper Realm were all thrown out of his mind. The world was big, and he had the biggest life. If he lost his life, everything would be over.    

However, how could Yang Fann give him that chance?    

He had unleashed the power of the second transformation of the God And Devil. Wasn't it because he wanted to kill Little Pluto in one strike?    

Before Little Pluto could say the word 'surrender', Yang Fann had already mercilessly suppressed him, sealing off all of his strength.    

Talking was just a pipe dream!    

. . .    

"Gulp. . . . One second. . . Another. . . One second!"    

" Terrifying! Truly too terrifying! This is especially the case with that scheming mind. This forbearance is truly terrifying to the extreme. It truly makes one's hair stand on end! "    

" Gasp. . . Force! . . . A formidable opponent! This Yang Fann was definitely a strong opponent of Prince Chiyang, the king of the Chosen Ones. I'm afraid it's hard to say who the flower falls to. "    

. . . . . . . .    

From all directions, Domain God Sovereign's eyes widened. In the eyes of everyone who was looking at Yang Fann, There was a hint of fear in his eyes. Little Pluto, who had mastered the God of Death Transformation. His combat strength would definitely be able to enter the top five of the prodigy roll, which was comparable to some of the higher grades. Even a peak Rank 3 High-level Domain God wouldn't be able to withstand a single palm strike from Yang Fann. His strength was terrifying, and he had definitely stepped into the Rank Four High-level Domain God realm. Furthermore, he wasn't an ordinary Fourth Grade High Level Domain God.    

The faith of many Domain Gods began to waver. Although Prince Chiyang was powerful, could he really win against a monster like Yang Fann?    

Most importantly, was this the true strength of that monster?    

Who could guarantee that he wouldn't hide anything anymore?    

Explosions occurred again and again, each time unexpected things happened. The deities really didn't dare to jump to conclusions.    

It was unfathomable. This monster was truly unfathomable. Its trump cards were displayed one after another, and they couldn't see its limits at all.    

. . .    

Empty Grandstand.    

"Damn it! The Great Dao is unfair, the Great Dao is unfair! Wuwuwuwu How can this little girl be so strong, how can she be so strong!" God Lord Tai Shu and the others gritted their teeth, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of their hearts. At this moment, the power that Yang Fann had unleashed was so terrifying that even if he was placed in the 36 Supreme Rankings, he would still be able to enter the top 20.    

With such a powerful expert, even the top 10 experts of the Supreme Rankings wouldn't be able to guarantee that they would be able to make it into the top 20.    

Not to mention them. At that time, it was still uncertain who would take care of who.    

. . .    

"Brother Pluto, Brother Confucius. . . "    

Very quickly, numerous High Level Domain God warriors who had a grudge against Yang Fann gathered together. Each of their eyes would flash with Cold Shines from time to time, and it was unknown what kind of plot they were plotting.    

. . .    

Within the thirty-sixth small heavenly passage.    

Yang Sifan had already stood up excitedly, "Uncle Xu Yuan, do you see it? I, eldest brother, am the strongest. What top ten geniuses on the prodigy roll? I can't even withstand a single blow. "    

"Maybe Brother Yang Fan really has a chance to compete with that Prince Chiyang for the first place. "    

At this moment, Sovereign Xuanyuan finally began to believe Yang Sifan's words. At the same time, his heart, which was still in his chest, relaxed a lot.    

Rank Four High-level Domain God was one of the top expert in Aima Realm.    

Even if he had angered many High Level Domain God warriors, it wouldn't be an easy task to deal with Yang Fann.    

At least, if he couldn't defeat Yang Fann, there was still a high possibility of him escaping.    

With Yang Fann's Monstrous Talent, as long as he was given a few tens of millions of years, it wouldn't be impossible for him to surpass Aima Domain Lord.    

Others might not know about Yang Fann's talent, but how could they not know that it hadn't been more than 35 million years since he started cultivating?    

At that time, he wouldn't need to be afraid of those useless people.    

. . .    

"Buzz ~ ~ ~"    

A bright golden light descended from the sky and covered Yang Fann's entire body.    

The next second. . .    

Yang Fann appeared in the third level of The Tower Of The King. Strangely, there was no one in the third level.    

But soon, Yang Fann felt relieved. The reason why he was able to pass two stages in a row was because he was strong enough to surpass these so-called Heaven's Pride Ranking. The others were different. Perhaps, he was still in the midst of a bitter battle.    

. . .    

Time passed, minute by minute.    

Fifteen minutes later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A streak of golden light descended from the skies, revealing a single person.    

This was a thirty-year-old Young Man. There were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale and weak. He looked like he had been seriously injured.    

"Twenty-eighth place on the prodigy roll - Young Master Dark Night Demon. " Yang Fann's eyes lit up. Although young master Dark Night Demon wasn't as good as the top two, he could still be considered a big fish. After devouring and refining him, he wouldn't be any weaker than a peak First Grade High Level Domain God.    

"It's you, Yang Fann. . . " Dark Night Demon smiled bitterly. If he was at his peak, Yang Fann would be a top thirty-six genius on the Prodigy Roll. He was not afraid at all, and was even confident that he could reach the seventh level of the Prodigy Roll. He could defeat him, but the current him. . . Although he had just won the battle against Prince Wu Qing, who was ranked thirty-two on the Heaven Prodigy Ranking. . . However, he was also severely injured, and his battle prowess. . . He couldn't even unleash three levels of power at the tenth level.    

Not to mention Yang Fann, who was ranked thirty-sixth on the prodigy roll, even if he was ranked hundredth on the prodigy roll, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.    

"It seems like I really have no fate with that high-grade High-level Domain Divine Artifact. But luckily, I passed the first two levels and obtained at least a spot in the higher realms. After comforting himself, Dark Night Demon prepared to admit defeat.    

He was not that masochist. He knew that he would definitely lose, yet he still wanted to fight.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Heaven-Sheltering Big Hand descended from the sky, directly suppressing Dark Night Demon.    

Admit defeat, you must be joking. How could there be such a good thing?    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Dark Night Disciple, Hua Sheng, Yang Fann, you Hua Sheng. Why are you so ruthless? My Dark Night Disciple is already prepared to admit defeat. Why do you still want to. . . Wuwuwuwu. . . Hua Sheng, you will die a horrible death!"    

. . .    

An hour later.    

The Tower Of The King, fourth floor.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann once again struck out with his palm, suppressing a genius.    

Compared to the previous three levels, the opponent on the fourth level was somewhat lacking. It was just an ordinary Rank Four Low-level Domain God, who hadn't even entered the Prodigy Roll.    

. . .    

Very quickly, another hour passed.    

Yang Fann almost jumped up and cursed. Twenty-five to thirteen, there was one spot for advancement, and thirteen to advance seven to advance four. There was also another spot for advancement, but these three spots were lucky enough to be selected by Yang Fann.    

At this moment, Yang Fann felt like tearing the heart of The Tower Of The King apart.    

Without opponents, how could he suppress them? How could he devour them and help himself advance quickly?    

What was this Artifact Spirit of the The Tower Of The King doing?    

Comparing oneself to others was really infuriating!    

If others could get an empty slot, they would be thanking the heavens and earth.    

This Yang Fann, on the other hand, got an empty slot in three rounds and easily entered the eighth level of The Tower Of The King. He actually wasn't satisfied even after getting a high-grade High-level Domain Divine Artifact for free. Heavens, why didn't you send down the heavenly lightning and strike this bastard to death?    

. . .    

The Tower Of The King, eighth floor.    

"Buzz ~ ~ ~"    

A bloody light descended from the sky.    

A blood-red robed Young Man appeared in front of Yang Fann. His body was filled with killing intent. It was as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. No one knew whether it was his blood, his opponent's blood, or both.    

Terrifying murderous aura spread out from his body, corroding the Four Directions Space.    

He looked like an ancient ferocious god that had just been resurrected. Just a glance was enough to make people tremble in fear, and they couldn't muster up much fighting spirit.    

. . .    

"Number seven on the Prodigy Roll. - Heavenly Slaughter! Good! Finally, a decent opponent has appeared!"    

. . .