Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann looked down from above at the five overlords of the Spiritual Race. His voice was extremely cold, and it wasn't a joke. Whenever Ling Kong and the other five overlords replied with a 'no', Yang Fann would suppress them with lightning speed.    

He didn't have the time to waste talking with these Amphioxuss. He was already merciful enough to give them a chance to surrender.    

"I. . . I am willing to surrender!"    

"Submit! I choose to surrender!"    

. . .    

As the Spirit Wind Ruler surrendered, the other four rulers lowered their noble heads and chose to surrender.    

The example of the Chief Sovereign of Spirit Lightning and the three Devil Masters was right in front of them. With their meager strength, they were absolutely no match for Yang Fann. They couldn't even resist.    

It was better to stay alive than to die a good death. The most important thing was to stay alive. Compared to his own life, everything else could be ignored.    

The longer he lived, the more afraid he was of death! This was especially the case for these Sovereign Lords. All of them were high and mighty, and with just a single thought, they could decide the fates of billions of living beings. How could they possibly be willing to die just like that?    

. . .    

"Let go of your Sea of Consciousnesss!"    

"Yes, my Lord!"    

The five people of the Spirit Wind Ruler were rather carefree as they released their Sea of Consciousnesss.    

They had long since thought of this. If they were in their shoes, if a ruler were to surrender to them, they would also plant a seal on him to prevent him from rebelling at the critical moment.    

In the next second. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A terrifying Strength Of Soul shot out from Yang Fanshihai's body, instantly surging into the Sea of Consciousness of the five Spirit Wind Rulers, implanting a seal within their Souls, allowing them to completely control the lives of the five Rulers.    

At this point, Yang Fann had nine master slaves under his command.    

Of course, this was only the beginning. Yang Fann believed that as he conquered the Southwest Universe, the master slaves under his command would also become snowballs that would rapidly rise. It was not impossible to have over a hundred or even a thousand master slaves under his command.    

. . .    

Three days later.    

At the Spirit Race's defensive line, apart from a small portion of the Spirit Race's army that consisted of billions of Spirit Race members, all of them surrendered to the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai and Yang Fann.    

. . .    

The Spirit King Palace. This was the residence of the Lord of the Spirit Race, Spirit King, the holy land in the hearts of countless people.    

"Rumble! . . . "    

All of a sudden, a terrifying pressure that made Spirit King despair descended from the sky and swept across the entire Spirit King Palace.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

The space distorted, and a group of six people stepped into the air and arrived.    

It was none other than Yang Fann and his five Spirit Race Chief Sovereigns.    

The next moment. . .    

Under Yang Fann's gaze, the Spirit Wind Master took a step forward and said in a clear voice, "Your Majesty Spirit King, please come out and meet me. "    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, terrifying pressure rose from the Spirit King Palace.    

Very quickly, seven figures that looked like Devil God appeared in front of Yang Fann and the others. The leader of the group had a very powerful aura. He was much stronger than Emperor Tai and Holy Lord.    

It was Spirit King and the other six patriarchs of the Spirit Race.    

"Venerable Ling Feng, what are you doing here?" Spirit King asked. The other six elders were puzzled. Why did Ling Feng and the other two suddenly turn back and forth to the Spirit King Palace instead of staying in the Boundary Corridor? Also, who was that Black-Clothed Youth? How could he have such a terrifying aura? Even many Ultimate Middle Level Dominator couldn't match up to him.    

Moreover, judging from the attitudes of Ling Feng and the others, it seemed that Black-Clothed Youth was the leader of the group.    

"Your Majesty Spirit King, we have already acknowledged His Royal Highness Yang Fan as our leader. For the safety of the trillions of clansmen in our race, please give the order that our entire race will submit to our master and serve him. "    

"What? You actually acknowledge him as your master? And you want me to lead my entire clan and submit to him? " Spirit King's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears at all. Was this Ling Feng crazy? Otherwise, why would he say such crazy words?    

"That's right. Your Majesty, please give the order. "    

"Lingfeng, shut up! The Spiriters will never be slaves!" Spirit King's face turned cold as he shouted. So what if it was Ultimate Middle Level Dominator? The Spirit Race was not someone to be trifled with.    

"Your Majesty! . . . "    

The Chief Sovereign of the Spirit Wind instantly became anxious. Spirit King had brought the Spirit Race to a dead end. His master wasn't Ultimate Middle Level Dominator, but the legendary High Level Dominator. He was even one of the best. The distance between the Spirit Palace and the Boundary Corridor. . . There was more than a million miles of distance between them, even if it was a Top Intermediate ruler like Spirit King. It would take nearly an hour for them to reach the Boundary Corridor. However, his master could teleport with ease. In less than a breath's time, he arrived at the Spirit King Palace.    

This method was not something Ultimate Middle Level Dominator could possess.    

Although they had become Yang Fann's slaves, the Spirit Race was still their race after all. The relationship between the races of over a hundred eras was not something that could be severed just like that. The Spirit Wind Ruler had even decided that even if he had to take the risk of being punished by Yang Fann, he would still try to persuade Spirit King to give up on that dangerous idea.    

However, before the Spirit Wind Ruler could finish his words, a trace of impatience flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. He said coldly, "What a good Spirit Race! You will never be my slave! Die now!"    

"Buzz ~ ~"    

Yang Fann moved his right hand and sent a palm strike toward Spirit King.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ ~ This power, no, you are not Ultimate Middle Level Dominator. High Level Dominator, this is the power of a High Level Dominator. . . No, my lord, please spare my life. I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to surrender! . . . "    

. . .    

"I'll give you a chance to live, but you don't want it. It's too late now! "    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

Spirit King was casually grabbed by Yang Fann like a chicken.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ I lost. His Majesty Spirit King lost just like that. "    

"A. . . High Level Dominator! He really is a High Level Dominator!"    

"Wuwuwu. . . How could this be, how could this be?"    

. . .    

The six Eminent Elders of the Spirit King Palace were horrified. Their eyes were filled with panic and despair.    

. . .    

"What about the few of you? Do you want to die or live?"    

"Please spare us, Your Highness. We are willing to surrender. "    

. . .    

Soon, Yang Fann had six more Spirit Race Rulers under his command.    

After suppressing the Spirit Race King and having eleven Spirit Race Rulers enslaved, the enormous Ten Thousand Spirit Great Realm was already in Yang Fann's possession. Leaving behind the group of Spirit Race Rulers, Yang Fann's figure did not stop and began to head towards the Ten Thousand Gods Great World.    

. . .    

Seven days later.    

Boundary Corridor, Myriad God War Zone.    

Broken Soul Divine Lord was ruthlessly suppressed by Yang Fann. The entire Myriad God War Zone had become the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai's backyard.    

. . .    

Half a month later.    

Yang Fann descended upon the Pantheon and forcefully suppressed the King of Myriad Gods. The remaining four Divine Lords of the Pantheon wisely surrendered. Very quickly, a large number of Holy Land Of Emperor Tai warships rushed to every corner of Myriad God Great Realm and occupied the entire Myriad God Great Realm.    

. . .    

A month later.    

Yang Fann arrived at the alliance of Absolute Beginning forcefully, helping the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai to enter the next realm.    

. . .    

Three months later.    

The Blood Demon Great Realm had become the fifth Fangfang Great Realm occupied by the Holy Land Of Emperor Tai. With Yang Fann's strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to sweep away a dozen or twenty major powers in the Great Realm in a day. What he really needed to do was to finish the job.    

If he didn't destroy the headquarters of the Green Devil Palace, Blood Demon Palace, and other major powers, he would take over a part of the Great Realm.    

What Yang Fann wanted was the complete Great Realm, not the chaotic Great Realm.    

. . .    

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.    

Radiance Great Realm, Great Shrine Of Light.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

Yang Fann tore through the void and descended upon the Great Shrine Of Light. His aura was overwhelming, sweeping through everything in his path and crushing all the gods.    

"Great Light God King, surrender! Otherwise, die!"    

. . .