Invincible Bloodline

"What? I. . . Did I hear it wrong?"    

"One. . . Let's attack together. Yang Fann actually asked them to attack together. "    

"This. . . This. . . . . . It's swelling. Yang Fann is swelling!"    

. . .    

Countless Domain Gods in all directions couldn't believe their ears. The seven Devil Sons, Witch, could only be compared to the intermediate and advanced Rank Six Top-level Domain God. However, when the seven of them joined forces, their combat strength was only comparable to the intermediate and advanced Rank Six Top-level Domain God. The power that they could unleash wasn't as simple as one plus one equals two. Instead, it increased exponentially.    

Even the high-level Rank Seven Top-level Domain God might not be a match for them.    

Although Yang Fann was powerful and his combat strength was heaven defying, he didn't have full confidence that he would be able to defeat the seven Devil Son Witch at the same time.    

He could have easily won, but they had to fight together.    

They had drifted away! This Yang Fann was definitely floating!    

. . .    

"Damn Little Son Yang Fan, you're going too far! You're really going too far! "Witch, the seven Devil Sons, became furious when she heard this. He actually challenged all seven of them at the same time. This was a blatant act of not putting the Seven Heaven's Pride in his eyes. It was truly unbearable for her uncle and aunt.    

But just as they were about to step forward and teach Yang Fann a lesson, the seven of them hesitated again.    

Could this be another plot by this monster, Yang Fann?    

This guy had one trump card after another. It was as if there was no end to it. Was this his final combat strength?    

What if he was still hiding something?    

Gulp! Unknowingly, a cold feeling emerged in their hearts. With the seven of them joining forces, they might be able to fight against a high-level Rank Seven Top-level Domain God, but if they were to fight against a top Rank Seven Top-level Domain God, they would definitely not be a match for him. If they were not careful, they might not even be able to protect their own lives.    

They couldn't be impulsive, they absolutely couldn't be impulsive. There was no big mistake in being careful. Yang Fann, this bastard, had a criminal record.    

. . .    

On the arena.    

"Un?"    

Yang Fann raised his eyebrows slightly. Motherf * cker! These bastards! Since when did they become so cautious? They wouldn't even attack if he asked them to attack together.    

They had to suppress their strength with all their might, and with all their effort, they finally managed to suppress Sons Of The Dragon. It wasn't just to give them the false impression that his strongest combat strength was comparable to a high-level Rank Seven Top-level Domain God. If they didn't jump. . . All of his efforts would be in vain.    

"As expected of a bunch of useless trash. If I let you all attack together, you wouldn't even dare. What's the point of cultivating? It's simply a waste of resources. "    

. . .    

". . . Damn it, this bastard. Why is his mouth so poisonous? Does he really think that he is going to eat us all? "Witch clenched her fists tightly. The veins on her forehead were bulging and her eyes were spewing fire. She was like an enraged beast that wanted to shred Yang Fann into pieces and burn his bones to ashes. However, that trace of rationality made them endure it.    

The more Yang Fann behaved in such a manner, the more they felt that there was something fishy going on.    

. . .    

"Damn it, these bastards, could it be that they are all turtles? They are so tolerant. . . If it really doesn't work, I can only let them go. . . . "Unknowingly, Yang Fann started to have the thought of giving up in his heart. If they don't come down, he can't just charge forward and attack them directly.    

That Demon Marshall Peng Wing was probably eager to do so, so that he could seize the opportunity to attack him.    

Even if they don't come out, it should be counted as me defeating them.    

Hall Master Battlefield was the dignified master of a palace, a Half-step Dominator. He shouldn't go back on his word just because of a few Contribution Points from a holy land.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

Demon Marshall Peng Wing spoke and ordered the seven Devil Sons, Witch, "All of you, attack together!"    

This was his only chance to win. Even if it was just a small chance, he would not give up. Ten Intermediate God Crystals. That was a total of ten Intermediate God Crystals. If he really lost like this. . . All of his hard work over the past ten eras had been in vain.    

Not to mention that Yang Fann had even suppressed Sons Of The Dragon.    

If he didn't save Sons Of The Dragon, how could the Demon Dragon Sovereign let him go so easily?    

He couldn't give up on both public and private matters.    

"ARGH ~ ~ ~"    

The hearts of the seven Devil Sons, Witch, trembled. They didn't expect Demon Marshall Peng Wing to give the order directly.    

"Yes, Lord Devil Sovereign!"    

No matter how reluctant they were in their hearts, they didn't dare to disobey Demon Marshall Peng Wing's order.    

Otherwise, they might die immediately.    

Amongst the 36 Devil Sovereign, who didn't know that Demon Marshall Peng Wing was the most ruthless?    

Even though they were all disciples of the Green Devil Palace, many of them had died in his hands.    

Hu! That Yang Fann should have reached his limit as well. Otherwise, the Great Dao would be too biased towards this kid.    

It's not like we don't have the strength to fight this battle when all seven of us combined our strength.    

Furthermore, Yang Fann has fought three rounds in a row. It seems like he has consumed a lot of energy. We have at least three levels of confidence in winning this battle.    

F * ck, let's go all out!    

. . .    

"Good! Good! He really is my good teammate! "Yang Fann almost jumped up in joy. He was already prepared to give up, but he did not think that there would be a turnaround.    

These seven Devil Sons, Witch, should be enough for him to break through to the Rank 5 Top-Level True God.    

. . .    

In the time it takes to breathe.    

"Swoosh ~ ~ Swoosh ~"    

The seven Devil Sons, Witch, descended from the sky and appeared ten thousand miles away from Yang Fann, standing opposite of him.    

. . .    

"Fight, this noble one has said before that the victor has yet to be decided. It is still uncertain who will win or lose!"    

"Sigh! Yang Fann, oh Yang Fann, why are you doing this?!"    

Hall Master Battlefield ignored Demon Marshall Peng Wing. He turned around and glanced at Yang Fann. There was a hint of resentment in his eyes. It was supposed to be a sure thing, but now there was such a thing.    

Wasn't this purely because he was looking for trouble? Or was it because you were afraid that I wouldn't pay you back? If you didn't take out the Contribution Point, I would let you cultivate in the Deity's Lake Heavenly Palace for another seven thousand years.    

Who do you think I am? Am I such a petty person?    

You helped me win the bet. Not to mention seven thousand years, even if I let you cultivate for another seven thousand years, so what?    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A bright light flashed in Yang Fann's eyes, and he didn't hold back any longer. The power of the World Law was instantly raised to the 8th layer.    

Yang Fann's strength had doubled in an instant, and he had firmly stepped into the ranks of the top Rank Seven Top-level Domain God. He was also one of the best among the top Rank Seven Top-level Domain God.    

"* Hong Long. . . . . . *"    

A Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared and shattered the sky, crushing towards the seven Devil Sons, Witch.    

Fast! It was too fast!    

The seven Devil Sons, Witch, did not even have time to react before the Devouring Black Hole crashed into their bodies.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying power of devouring erupted, instantly swallowing them into the black hole without any ability to resist at all.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ . . . How could this be? How could he still be hiding? . . . "    

"Lord Demon Lord, you tricked us! You tricked us!"    

"Sob, sob, sob. . . It's over! We're finished!"    

. . .    

"No, Yang Fann, I admit defeat. I admit defeat. Let me go. Let me go. . . "    

. . .