Invincible Bloodline

Eighth Prince and the rest of the guards gritted their teeth and agreed in the end.    

Yang Fann, a core disciple of the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai, was theirs. However, Eighth Prince and the others could not afford to offend him. Their Innate Souls were all in the hands of their mother, Consort Lan. As long as Eighth Prince said a few words of disagreement to Consort Lan, they would be able to bear it.    

When the sky fell, there was a tall man to support it.    

Anyway, they were only following orders. They believed that as long as they didn't hurt Yang Fann and Elder Qian Ying came forward, the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai wouldn't be too harsh on them.    

"His Royal Highness Yang Fan, I apologize for offending you. "    

After making a complaint, the group of guards, led by the intermediate Rank Eight Top-level Domain God, strode towards Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"This Yang Fann is going to suffer!"    

"Although his life won't be in danger, he's going to lose face for sure!"    

"But who can be blamed for this? Who asked him to stand out?"    

. . .    

From all directions, many domain gods looked at Yang Fann with pity. Of course, most of them were still mocking him. Human nature was always so despicable. They did not dare to stand out and did not wish for others to act as heroes.    

No one thought highly of Yang Fann. Although Yang Fann was known as the strongest newcomer in the history of Holy Land Of Emperor Tai, he only had the combat strength of a peak Rank Seven Top-level Domain God. In just a few million years, even if he had made some progress, he would still have the strength of a quasi-Rank Eight Top-level Domain God opponent.    

On the other hand, not only did his opponent have an intermediate Rank Eight Top-level Domain God, he also had four great Rank Seven Top-level Domain God and eighteen Rank Six Top-level Domain God as support. This line-up was enough to fight any ordinary peak Rank Eight Top-level Domain God. It was absolutely not something a new disciple like Yang Fann could fight against.    

. . .    

"His Royal Highness Yang Fan, you must win! "Behind Yang Fann, Gui Ling's heart was in her throat. Her nails were almost embedded into her skin. All of her hopes were placed on Yang Fann. Once Yang Fann lost, what awaited her would be unimaginable.    

At this moment. . . .    

"Stubborn, die!"    

Killing intent flashed in Yang Fann's eyes. He moved his right arm and sent a palm strike towards the group of guards.    

Yang Fann didn't use much strength in this palm strike. He only used the first layer of Strength Of World, but after advancing to the Quasi-Domain God Stage. . . Yang Fann's inner world was so vast that it was even greater than many low grade Half-step Dominator. Just the power of the inner world alone was enough to crush many Top-level Rank 9 Realm Gods. As for Yang Fann's terrifying power of the shell, as his cultivation base broke through. . . It was almost comparable to a Rank Eight Top-level Domain God.    

With the help of the first layer of Strength Of World, the power of this palm strike wasn't any weaker than some low grade Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God.    

In an instant, an extremely ominous feeling swept across the hearts of all the guards.    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ How could this be?"    

"This power, Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God, you're a Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God. "    

. . .    

"Ahh ~ ~ ~ No, spare my life! Your Highness, spare me! Ah. . . We were just following orders, we didn't mean to offend Your Highness! . . . "    

. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A huge hand descended from the sky, and with a crushing force, it destroyed the protective barrier of the guards and completely suppressed them.    

. . .    

"AH ~ ~ ~ . . . . . . Suppress, all of Eighth Prince's guards have been suppressed. "    

"Just now. . . I heard something just now. Nine. Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God, this Yang Fann is a Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God?"    

"This. . . How is this possible? It has been a million years, and only a million years have passed. No matter how heaven defying the Deity's Lake Heavenly Palace is, it shouldn't be like this. "    

. . .    

In all directions, the Domain Gods couldn't believe their eyes. In just a few million years, Rank Seven Top-level Domain God had broken through to the Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God. How could such a thing happen in this world? If the legendary Deity's Lake Heavenly Palace was really so heaven defying, the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai would have long been overflowing with Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God.    

Eighth Prince, on the other hand, had a dumbfounded look on his face as he kept saying. Impossible! This was impossible. . .    

With just a single palm strike, he had suppressed all of his guards. In the huge Divine Country of Mi Yuan, only Royal Father had the ability to do so.    

However, how long had Royal Father cultivated for? And how old was this Yang Fann?    

Even though he was the strongest newcomer in the history of Holy Land Of Emperor Tai, he shouldn't be this heaven defying.    

He couldn't accept it, he really couldn't accept it.    

Right at this moment. . . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann turned his gaze and looked coldly at Eighth Prince, "It's your turn. "    

"Gulp. . . No. . . No way. Does Yang Fann want to kill Eighth Prince?" All the Domain Gods trembled and swallowed their saliva with great difficulty. Eighth Prince was different from those guards. With Yang Fann's status as a core disciple of the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai. . . The Mi Yuan Imperial Family could only blame their bad luck for killing Eighth Prince. They didn't dare to say no, but Eighth Prince was different. He was the only grandson of Elder Qian Ying. If there was really something wrong with him. . . How could Elder Qian Ying let this matter go?    

Although Yang Fann was a Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God warrior, there was still a huge gap between him and a Top-level Rank 9 Top-Level Domain God like Elder Ling.    

"Yang Fann, you. . . What do you want?"    

Eighth Prince finally regained his senses when he saw Yang Fann's cold gaze. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes as he said.    

"I told you to leave, but you didn't. You don't have to leave now. "    

"No. . . No, Yang Fann, don't do anything reckless. My grandfather is Elder Qian Ying. If you dare touch a single hair of mine, my grandfather won't let you go. . . . "    

"These are your last words. Go on then!"    

Yang Fann sneered, and his eyes flashed with deep disdain. Currently, he didn't even put Top Half-step Dominator in his eyes. Only Emperor Tai, Holy Lord, and the other supreme rulers were here. It was ridiculous for an elder who wasn't even a Half-step Dominator to threaten him.    

"No. . . No. . . "    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

"Who dares to attack my Holy Light!?"    

A loud shout rang out from outside the banquet hall.    

The next second. . . . . .    

"Thump! Thump!"    

A group of hundred Holy Light Protectors swarmed in from outside the hall.    

At the very least, it was Rank Five Top-level Domain God. Rank Six Top-level Domain God had ten people, and the leader was Rank Seven Top-level Domain God. If they formed a battle formation, they would be able to fight against some of the top Rank Seven Top-level Domain God.    

"I am Eighth Prince. Save me, quickly save me. . . "    

When Yu Che saw the group of holy light guards, it was as if he had found his saviour. He cried out for help, but since he was in a desperate situation, it was obvious that he had forgotten. Even his guards were easily suppressed by Yang Fann, and this group of holy light guards was not even as strong as his guards. Saving him was like sending food to him.    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ Eighth Prince. . . . . . "    

The expressions of the Holy Light guards changed. An ominous omen swept through their hearts, and they felt as if they were involved in some major event.    

"What's wrong? You want to interfere too?"    

"This. . . This. . . . . . "    

The group of holy light guards were in a dilemma. They wanted to say no, but the power behind Eighth Prince was not something they could afford to offend. If they could just watch Eighth Prince get into trouble in front of them, would Great Sovereign Mi Yuan, and even Elder Qian Ying let them go?    

At this moment, the group of holy light guards were filled with regret. They were fine. What were they doing here? Why did they come here now? Why didn't they just let him in?    

"It's a misunderstanding, His Royal Highness Yang Fan. All of this is a misunderstanding. Your personal grudge with His Highness Eighth Prince. . . How would I dare to interfere? An anxious voice came from outside. After that, they saw a Rank Eight Top-level Domain God wearing Silver Armor walking over quickly.    

It was none other than the head of the Holy Light Guards, Yuan Yuan Yuan.    

As he spoke, Yuanyuan glared fiercely at the Holy Light Guards under his command, "You blind thing, hurry up and get lost. "    

F * ck, why are my subordinates so full of stupid things? This Yang Fann possessed the strength of a Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God, which was the combined strength of a thousand of their Saint Light Guards. Not to mention, he was also a core disciple of the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai. How could we interfere in such a big matter?    

Yang Fann gave Yuan Yuan Yuan a cold glance, but he didn't continue to make things difficult for them.    

Speaking of which, it was their duty.    

The next second. . .    

Yang Fann's gaze turned towards Eighth Prince. "Alright, it's time to send you on your way. "    

"Yang Fann, do you really think I'm easy to bully? You forced me to do all of this. It was you who forced me to do all of this. A hint of madness flashed across Eighth Prince's green bean eyes. He quickly crushed a Divine Talisman.    

"Rumble. . . "    

In that instant, a terrifying pressure that was comparable to a Mid Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God rose up, filling the entire banquet hall.    

"Bang! Bang!"    

Apart from Gui Ling, who was being protected by Yang Fann, there were only a few High-rank Top-level Domain God who could barely hold on. The other Domain Gods were all crushed to the ground.    

"Buzzing ~ ~"    

The Void twisted.    

An old man in blue robes with white hair and a youthful face appeared beside Eighth Prince.    

"Wuwuwu. . . Grandpa, someone is bullying your grandson, you have to help me make the decision! Eighth Prince seemed to have found his backbone in an instant. He began to whimper at the old man in blue.    

The old man in blue was none other than Eighth Prince's grandfather, Elder Qian Ying.    

To be precise, it was Elder Qian Ying's Dao of Body.    

This was also Eighth Prince's last resort, his trump card.    

. . .    

"Hiss. . . It's Elder Qian Ying! This time, Yang Fann was probably finished. "The surrounding Realm Gods sucked in a breath of cold air. With Elder Qian Ying's strength, even if it was just a single Dao Body, it was still not something an ordinary Rank Nine Top-Level Domain God could compare with. And Elder Qian Ying was famous for pampering Eighth Prince, this only grandson of his.    

Even if they were from the same sect, Yang Fann wouldn't really be killed. He would at least lose a layer of skin.    

. . .    

"Little Hua Sheng, shut up. Apologize to His Royal Highness Yang Fan, Your Highness. If this little Hua Sheng has offended Your Highness in any way, please forgive this little Hua Sheng for my sake. "    

. . .    

. . . " Wha. . . What? He apologized. Elder Qian Ying actually apologized. How was this possible? I don't think I saw a fake Elder Qian Ying, right? "    

. . .