Invincible Bloodline

Xue An was the only Lord of the Death Camp, Crown Prince. He was famous among the thousands of cannon fodder in the Death Camp.    

As soon as he approached the Death Camp, he was recognized by the cannon fodder. Very quickly, all of their eyes revealed traces of ridicule, as if they were looking at a fool.    

He had obviously successfully faked his death and escaped, but he still returned to the Death Camp. If he wasn't a fool, then what was?    

Everyone in the Tianfeng Kingdom knew what kind of place the Death Camp was. It was a place where there was no tomorrow. Perhaps, in the next battle, his body and soul would be destroyed.    

Who would be willing to wait for death in the Death Camp if they could escape?    

Ignoring the silly looks from the crowd, Yang Fann casually found an empty spot and sat down.    

He closed his eyes and began to think about the next path. There was only one way to obtain the expert in the Eternal Great World. That was to conquer all the native powers in Eternal World and become the master of a realm. After that, he could use the Arcane Art to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and only then could he obtain a portion of the Origin of Eternity.    

Then, he would use the Arcane Art to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and only then would he be able to obtain a portion of the Origin of Eternity. For any ordinary Top Dominator power. It was a great secret. Even if they were lucky enough to become a sector lord of Eternal World, without the help of some secret technique, it would still be difficult for them to harvest the Origin of Eternity. However, to Yang Fann, it wasn't a difficult task.    

As one of the most powerful humans in the human race, the Huangfu Family was able to offer sacrifices to the Arcane Art. As a Top Dominator, although Huangfu Xun had yet to conquer the Eternal World, he was still proficient in using the Arcane Art.    

The Hurricane Corps was a good target, as it was one of the six major armies of the Tianfeng Kingdom. There were millions of soldiers in the Hurricane Corps, and all of them were the elites of the elites. In the entire Tianfeng Kingdom, there was only the Janissary Guard regiment that guarded the imperial city. They were just ordinary soldiers that could suppress them. They were usually Fourth Grade martial artist and Centurion. They were at least at the Sixth Grade martial artist. As for the generals of the army. . . If they were not Rank-9 martial artist, then they were Grandmaster experts with the qualification to be a Marquis. Great General and Hurricane Generals were one of the eight Grandmasters of the dynasty, and they were very famous. Their name shook the world.    

Taking down the Hurricane Corps was almost equivalent to taking down the first level of the Tianfeng Kingdom. With the Hurricane Stronghold as a springboard, they could easily sweep across the Shanyang Peak. The entire Tianfeng Kingdom was divided into nine parts. The strongest force in the Shanyang Peak was the Hurricane Corps. The Hurricane Corps would not be able to put up much of a resistance.    

When an army was sent out, it could also attack the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty. Of course, to Yang Fann, whether it was the Tianfeng Kingdom or the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty, it didn't matter. In fact, it wasn't a big deal. If he was willing, he could easily sweep across the many dynasties in Immortal Spirit World. The Immortal Sect that was above all the other dynasties was the one that he feared the most.    

If there were only Jindan Immortal Master in the Immortal Sect, it would be fine if Old Ancestor Celestial Infant was in charge, but he was afraid that there would be a expert behind them.    

To be safe, it was better to hide behind the scenes for the time being. It was better to plan slowly, and at most, it would take a little more time.    

. . .    

Suddenly, three burly men with strong backs and beards, who were different from other cannon fodder, stood up and walked towards Yang Fann with a YD smile on their faces.    

Three years in the army, the female pig, Diao Chan.    

Before Yang Fann was sent away, Xue An, who had been possessed by Yang Fann, had been Crown Prince, the Marquis of Zhennan. He had been living a comfortable life. His skin was white and smooth. His skin was soft and tender, and he had a slightly feminine appearance. In the Death Camp, he was a "stunning beauty. "    

Especially the status of the Southern Zhennan Hou, Crown Prince, it gave these villains a strange feeling.    

If it wasn't for the fact that Xue An had just entered the Death Camp, there would have been a huge battle. With Xue An's mere Third Grade martial artist cultivation base, he would have been taken special care of a long time ago.    

Those who were sent to the Death Camp were basically all men with some combat strength. Many of them were even bandits and bandits. They were far from what a Third Grade martial artist like Xue An, who had taken drugs, could compare with.    

At that time, when they learned that Xue An had died in the Bloody Plains, many of them felt pity for him for a long time. It wasn't easy for such a young and handsome young master to be born. They hadn't even had the chance to enjoy him, yet he had been killed in such a way. It was truly a waste of heaven's gifts.    

Fortunately, they didn't know what kind of luck this fool had. He didn't die and returned.    

Seeing the three of them striding towards Yang Fann, many of the people in the surroundings started to act foolishly.    

"Pretty boy, get up and vent your anger on the big men!" Very quickly, the three of them arrived in front of Yang Fann and looked down at him from above. Their eyes were shining with a wolf's light, as if they were looking at some kind of "peerless beauty. "    

"Motherf * cker, let the White Wolf brothers take the lead first. "    

"Daddy wants to have some fun too! I hope that this kid's life will be a little tougher! Don't let the three brothers of White Wolf toy with him until he dies!"    

. . .    

The surrounding people looked at Yang Fann with ridicule. There was no sympathy or intention of helping Yang Fann. The three White Wolf brothers were considered ruthless figures in the entire Death Camp.    

The eldest brother, the White Wolf, was a Seventh Grade martial artist. Among the thousands of people in the Death Camp, there were no more than a slap to the face.    

They weren't stupid to sacrifice their lives for a gigolo like him.    

In the Death Camp, it was common for people to die.    

As long as it wasn't a large-scale death, no one from the Hurricane Corps would ask about it.    

"Aphids, you're courting death!" The Cold Shine in Yang Fann's eyes flashed. For so many years, no one had dared to speak to him in such a way, and they were three ants that weren't even Demigod.    

. . .    

What? What? Did I hear it wrong? This gigolo actually dared to be so bold? "The surrounding people's eyes went wide, and they couldn't believe their ears. Was this the hedonistic young master they knew?    

"Pretty boy, how dare you speak to me like that? Let's see what I'll do later. . . . "    

"Noisy!"    

Yang Fann shouted coldly and struck out with his palm.    

"Bang!"    

The sky and earth split apart.    

The three White Wolf brothers couldn't even dodge the attack. They were directly slapped by the palm and exploded into a bloody mist.    

. . .    

"Ah ~ ~ I'm dead. The three White Wolf brothers are dead just like that?"    

"This. . . How is this possible, how is this possible?"    

"How can he have this kind of power? I'm not dreaming, am I?"    

. . .    

The surrounding cannon fodder were shocked, and their faces were filled with disbelief. The three brothers from the White Wolf, two Sixth Grade martial artist and one Seventh Grade martial artist, even a rank 8 martial artist wouldn't be able to blow them up so easily. This pretty boy was that Rank-9 martial artist?    

Was this possible?    

According to their knowledge, this pretty boy was just a playboy. His cultivation base was only at the Third Grade martial artist.    

Or was it that he had been hiding his strength all along?    

. . .    

"Hmm?"    

Yang Fann turned his gaze and scanned his surroundings coldly.    

In an instant, the entire Death Camp fell silent. All of them lowered their heads, not daring to look Yang Fann in the eyes, especially those who had the same crooked idea as the White Wolf brothers. They prayed in their hearts that Dark Star would not hold a grudge against them. Otherwise, they would be finished.    

Even the three White Wolf brothers were killed so easily, let alone these people.    

. . .    

Hmph! "Hmph! Yang Fann coldly snorted and closed his eyes once more. A bunch of aphids that weren't even True Gods. As long as they didn't take the initiative to seek death, Yang Fann wouldn't bother with them.    

Hu! Luckily, this Dark Star doesn't hate us. "The cannon fodder heaved a sigh of relief. Their lives were saved.    

. . .    

Fifteen minutes later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's tightly shut eyes opened, flashing with a hint of wisdom.    

The next second. . . . . .    

He slowly stood up and walked out of the Death Camp.    

. . .